The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3095 "Romantic" Wedding Season (5)

Chapter 3095 "Romantic" Wedding Season (Fifteen)

Peter, who was toasting toast, quickly turned around and pulled Stark, who was covering his hand, away from the pot. Stark looked at his hand with a grin. There was no obvious wound on it, but it was particularly painful.

"Calm down, sir, oil bursting is normal, didn't I tell you to use a clamp?"

Stark felt sad again. He had no idea that the oil would burst. He thought that it was just a small sausage and he didn't need a tongs. He just took the sausage bag and squeezed it into the pan. His hand was very close to the pan. Even though the oil didn't burst too badly, he still got burned two or three times.

Peter stood by and sighed, flipping the sausages in the pot with tongs, and said, "At first, I didn't know how to cook, so I basically ate whatever my uncle, aunt, and Dr. Schiller cooked."

"But later, my aunt got older and could only cook simple dishes, but she had to ask me to help her with things like Thanksgiving dinner."

"At first I had no idea what to do and made a mess in the kitchen, but then I discovered a secret to cooking..."

"What is it?" Stark's eyes lit up again.

"I found that cooking is the same as doing experiments." Peter smiled and said, "You can try to search for recipes online, and then replicate the recipe with the same attitude as replicating an experiment. The final result may not be very delicious, but it will definitely not be unpalatable and it will be safe enough."

Stark thought about it, then he took out his phone and said, "Pepper's breakfast is good, but I think it's a bit too light. I still prefer cheese sandwiches or cheeseburgers. Can I find the recipe for this online?"

"Of course you can, and you must search for that kind of detailed recipe. The various ingredients must be accurate to the number of grams, and the oil temperature also has a specific number. As long as you follow its steps and quantities, there will be no problems."

"What if the recipe doesn't taste good?"

"Then I'll just have to find something delicious next time." Peter shrugged and said, "Cooking experience is also very important."

Stark searched for a long time, hesitated to speak, looked back at Schiller, moved to the island counter reluctantly, half of his body pressed on the counter, and spoke to Schiller who was watching a short video.

"Uh, I remember you made a delicious cheese beef sandwich last time. What recipe did you use?"

Schiller glanced at him from above his phone and said, "You need a recipe for a cheese and beef sandwich? If you didn't like it, I wouldn't make this kind of white food."

"Hey, you can't belittle it like that!" Stark said very dissatisfiedly: "Cheese and beef are a match made in heaven! There is no better combination than them!"

"Then you must have eaten a lot of my stewed beef brisket with tomatoes."

Stark was speechless.

Schiller put away his phone and stood up. Peter was just taking the sausages out of the pot. Schiller touched his arm gently and said, "Give it to me."

Peter made way, and Schiller took the pot away and cleaned it. Then he took out a piece of beef from the plastic bag next to him, put it in the meat grinder, and added a little salt and five-spice powder.

"Wait a minute." Stark suddenly said, "How many grams of salt should be put here? Let me remember..."

"How many grams?" Schiller glanced down at the meat grinder and said, "Just put in whatever you want. You don't need to put in too much. Cheese is salty anyway."

Stark was dumbfounded. He asked, "How much do you mean?"

Schiller picked up the salt shaker next to him, poured it into his other hand twice, and said, "That's about it."

Stark leaned over and saw some fine salt grains in Schiller's palm. He took the electronic scale next to him, pulled Schiller's hand and poured the salt on it, and finally weighed it out to be 0.7 grams.

He took out his phone and started recording, "How much did that piece of beef weigh?"

Peter picked up the packaging that Schiller had thrown into the trash can and showed Stark the weight of the package.

Schiller rolled his eyes, took out the oil bottle and put a little olive oil into the pounding meat. Stark rushed over again to see the grams of oil.

Schiller took out a small basin from the cupboard and removed the plastic wrap. Inside was the fried pepper oil he had prepared. He scooped two small spoonfuls of it with a small spoon. Stark even carefully recorded the size of the spoon.

After the meat filling is prepared, heat the pan and lightly brush it with oil. Shape the beef into a patty and fry it until both sides are golden brown and slightly red in the middle. Place it on the bread slices.

While it's still hot, put a slice of cheese on it, sprinkle some shredded cheese, then chopped basil and black pepper, and then cover it with a generous layer of fried onions that were not used up yesterday.

After covering with another slice of bread, add layer upon layer of vegetables, starting with two leaves of lettuce, followed by onions and blanched mushroom slices.

Take out the cheese sauce from the refrigerator, pour it into an iron spoon, put it on the fire to heat it slightly, then pour it on the top, cover it with the last slice of toasted bread, and finally sprinkle some white sesame seeds.

"Oh my God, what smells so good?" Wanda's eyes were still closed, and she had already floated down the stairs.

"Hey, you're just in time." Stark became excited again and said, "Of course it's Stark's favorite beef and cheese sandwich!"

"Yes, I smell the aroma of cheese." Wanda opened her eyes slightly, stared at Stark and said, "You can make sandwiches? Why didn't Jarvis ever tell me?"

Stark was a little embarrassed. He said, "I didn't make it. I just like to eat it."

"Only the most incompetent scientists would put their own names in front of other people's research results." Reed walked in holding the door frame. It was obvious that he had finished vomiting.

Susan looked at his back with some worry, but was still attracted by the movement in the kitchen. Schiller had already made three sandwiches.

"Oh my God, you got up so early to make breakfast! Doctor, you made dinner yesterday. Isn't that a bit too much work?"

Schiller had only one thought at this time: no wonder Franklin wanted to tie his mother up.

Then Susan came over and said, "I can cook, too. Let me help you. How about a simple arugula or vegetable salad?"

"That couldn't be better, ma'am." Schiller made way for Susan.

But in fact, the kitchen in Stone House is very large. Five or six people can stand from the kitchen to the island counter without any problem. Cooking hot dishes and cold dishes will not interfere with each other, and there is also several places reserved for preparing ingredients.

Now Peter is responsible for helping them prepare the ingredients, that is, cutting vegetables for salads and preparing vegetables for sandwiches, and when Matt and Erica wake up, they also join in the cooking.

Don’t think that there are too many people. In fact, if they are not professional chefs, it would take so many people working together to meet the food needs of so many people. What’s more, one or two of the chefs are all big bosses, and if the food is not delicious, they simply won’t eat it.

Susan asked Wanda to help her taste the seasoning of the salad. After discussing for a while, the two improved the sauce and divided it into two flavors of salad, one with sour cream sauce that was richer and the other with a lighter flavor.

Steve woke up and started making coffee for everyone. Susan saw him and said with a smile, "Oh, our coffee man."

"Don't say that, ma'am," Steve said as he picked at the beans. "It's nothing compared to what you do."

"In fact, I used to be the best coffee lady in our project team. Let me see what beans we have." Susan put down the finished coffee.

Steve was a little embarrassed because he didn't realize Susan was joking. Then he remembered that in this day and age, calling someone "Coffee Lady/Mr." is actually sexist. It's a bit like mocking someone for their looks. If you say it in a teasing tone, it's actually praising someone for their good looks.

But in fact, in Steve's era, "coffee lady" was really the name of a position. Women in that era had few job opportunities and were not allowed to do important work. They could only make coffee and run errands in the office.

And Susan was a blonde. In that era, discrimination against beautiful blonde women was particularly severe. They were almost considered synonymous with stupidity. It was even so serious that blonde women would never have any chance of promotion and could only be a vase. If they had a sexier figure, they would be considered to have obtained their job opportunities through sex.

Susan deliberately called Steve like that, actually she wanted to tease him for being sexy, but Steve answered her seriously. Fortunately, Susan made a self-deprecating remark to defuse the awkward situation, otherwise the atmosphere would definitely have dropped to freezing point.

In fact, after being back for such a long time, Steve has adapted to most of life, but he still has a little trouble reacting to some small details of the differences between the times during the conversation.

This is also an important reason why he doesn't want Captain America to appear in public too often. Captain America is a symbol of the times and he still has countless fans. He is worried that some of his old and outdated knowledge will affect his fans and hurt some people.

They picked two kinds of beans, put them in different machines, and soon the aroma of coffee filled the entire building.

It’s actually a bit strange. The aroma of cooking can probably only waft out to one floor, but the aroma of coffee can spread very far and last longer.

The remaining people who were still asleep had basically gotten up and were drooling over the sumptuous breakfast. Most of them had hangover symptoms. Peter said to Schiller, "Doctor, do you have any spiked drinks? Can I have a few more?"

"No problem." Schiller said, "I've prepared it long ago. It's under the bar. Go get it yourself."

The drinks were served on the table, and everyone felt better after drinking them. However, there were no golden apples in their drinks, but some painkillers were actually put in them.

After all, Schiller was sure that Peter could digest the power of the golden apple very well, but that might not be the case for ordinary people. If they took a bite of the golden apple and their whole body started to glow, the truth would not be able to be concealed.

In fact, Schiller's original intention of hiding it from them was very simple. There are many saints among superheroes, and people who can fall in love with superheroes and form a family also have some of these attributes.

They would feel that if ordinary people don't have such opportunities, they shouldn't have them, or they would feel that if such a magical thing really does exist, it should be used to save people who are suffering more, rather than wasted on them.

So if they knew the truth, they would probably not eat it. At least Peter would not accept it, and Gwen would probably be in trouble too. She would more likely want to give it to her father, but even if she wanted to give it to George, she had to hide it from him, otherwise George would probably not eat it either.

This is the trouble with being friends with superheroes, each of them has an almost paranoid mood of self-sacrifice, and can't even think rationally in this regard, and as a psychologist, you have to be careful and cautious at all times.

After breakfast, Peter took Gwen to the backyard to demonstrate his recovery ability, and the trampoline that had just been transformed by Pikachu and Rocket Raccoon came in handy.

Alas!