Capítulo 4022: 3131 Chapter "Romantic" Wedding Season (15)

Peter, who was toasting bread, quickly turned around and pulled Stark, who was covering his hand, away from the pan. Stark grimaced at his hand, which bore no obvious wounds, but the recent incident had been particularly painful.

"Stay calm, sir. It's normal for oil to splash. Didn't I tell you to use the tongs?"

Stark felt another wave of sadness. He had no idea that the oil would splash. Thinking it was just a small sausage, he wondered whether tongs were even necessary. Holding the sausage's bag, he squeezed it right near the pan. Even though the oil didn't splash much, he still got burned a couple of times.

Peter stood by and sighed while using tongs to flip the sausages in the pan. "At first, I also didn't know how to cook. I basically just ate whatever my aunt, uncle, and Doctor Schiller made."

"But later, as my aunt got older, she could handle only simple dishes. For things like the Thanksgiving feast, I had to help."

"At first, I had no clue and made a mess of the kitchen, but then I discovered a secret to cooking…"

"What is it?" Stark's eyes brightened.

"I found out cooking is just like doing experiments," Peter said with a smile. "You can try searching recipes online and then recreate them with the attitude of conducting an experiment. The results might not always taste great, but they will definitely not be bad and will be safe."

Stark pondered for a moment, then took out his phone. "Pepper's breakfast is nice, but I think it's a bit too light for me. I still prefer cheese sandwiches or cheeseburgers. Can you find recipes for those online too?"

"Of course, and you should search for detailed recipes where each ingredient is measured precisely in grams, and even the oil temperature is specified. As long as you follow the steps and quantities, you won't have a problem."

"What if the recipe isn't tasty?"

"Then you just have to find a better one next time," Peter shrugged. "Cooking experience is also very important."

Stark searched for a while, hesitated, then looked back at Shiller. He mumbled and shifted toward the island platform, half leaning on it and speaking to Shiller who was scrolling short videos.

"Uh, I remember the cheese beef sandwich you made last time was really tasty. What recipe did you use?"

Shiller glanced over his phone and said, "Cheese beef sandwich needs a recipe? I wouldn't even make that kind of white people food unless you liked it."

"Hey, you can't denigrate it like that!" Stark said discontentedly. "Cheese and beef are a perfect match! There's no better combination than them!"

"I've made you plenty of braised tomato beef brisket too."

Stark was at a loss for words.

Shiller put away his phone, stood up, and Peter just then finished taking the sausages out of the pan. Shiller tapped his arm lightly, "Give it to me."

Peter stepped aside, and Shiller took the pan, washed it, then pulled out a piece of beef from a nearby plastic bag, put it into the meat grinder, and added a bit of salt and five-spice powder.

"Hold on," Stark suddenly said. "How many grams of salt are we putting in here? I'll note it down…"

"How many grams?" Shiller looked down at the grinder and said, "Just put a little, no need for too much, the cheese is salty anyway."

Stark was dumbfounded, "What does 'just put a little' mean?"

Shiller picked up the nearby salt shaker and casually poured a bit into his hand, saying, "About this much."

Stark leaned in to see some fine salt grains in Shiller's palm, then grabbed an electronic scale beside them, and had Shiller dump the salt onto it, revealing it weighed 0.7 grams.

He pulled out his phone to record, "How much did that piece of beef weigh again?"

Peter, picking the packaging Shiller had thrown in the trash, showed the weight to Stark.

Shiller rolled his eyes, took the oil bottle, and added a bit of olive oil to the meat being stirred. Stark again rushed to check the amount of oil.

Shiller pulled a small bowl from the cabinet, uncovered the cling film on top; it contained homemade pepper oil. He scooped two small spoonfuls, and Stark still meticulously recorded the size of the spoon.

Once the meat was ready, the pan was heated, lightly brushed with oil, and the beef formed into patties and fried until golden on both sides with a slight red center. These were placed on a slice of bread.

While still hot, a slice of cheese was added, followed by some cheese crumbles, basil crumbs, and black pepper, then a full layer of yesterday's leftover fried onions.

The sandwich was completed with another slice of bread, layers of vegetables included two pieces of iceberg lettuce, onions, and blanched mushroom slices.

He took cheese sauce from the fridge, poured it into a metal spoon, slightly heated it on the stove, and drizzled it over the sandwich. After adding the last piece of toasted bread, a sprinkle of white sesame seeds concluded the recipe.

"My God, what smells so good." Wanda's eyes were still closed, yet she floated down from the stairs.

"Hey, you arrived just in time." Stark grew excited as he said, "It's Stark's favorite, the beef cheese sandwich!"

"Yes, I smelled the cheese." Wanda barely opened her eyes and stared at Stark, saying, "You know how to make sandwiches? Why has Jarvis never told me?"

Stark felt a bit embarrassed and said, "I didn't make it; I just love eating them."

"Only the most incompetent scientists put their own name in front of other's research outcomes," Reed said as he leaned on the door frame, clearly having finished throwing up.

Susan looked worriedly at his retreating figure, but her attention was soon drawn to the kitchen, where Doctor Schiller had already made three sandwiches.

"My God, you actually got up early to make breakfast! Doctor, you made last night's dinner too; isn't this a bit too tiring for you?"

At that moment, Doctor Schiller had only one thought: no wonder Franklin had chosen to bind his mother.

Then Susan walked over and said, "I can cook too. Let me help you; how about a simple sesame vegetable, vegetable salad?"

"That would be perfect, ma'am," Doctor Schiller said, making room for Susan.

But actually, the Stone House's kitchen was quite large; from the kitchen to the island platform, five or six people could stand without any problem. They could make hot dishes and prepare cold dishes without interfering with each other, with several spots still left for prepping ingredients.

Now, Peter was responsible for helping them with prep work, i.e., chopping vegetables for the salad and getting veggies ready for the sandwiches. When Matt and Erica woke up, they joined in the cooking efforts as well.

Don't think having many people is unusual; in fact, if you aren't a professional chef, meeting the dining needs of so many people indeed requires quite a few hands, especially when each one is a big shot, unforgiving about the quality of food.

Susan had Wanda help taste the salad. After discussing for a while, they tweaked the dressing and divided it into two flavors: one with a richer sour cream sauce, and the other lighter and more refreshing.

Steve woke up and began making coffee for everyone. Susan smiled when she saw him and said, "Oh, our Coffee Mister."

Steve, while sorting beans, replied, "Don't say that, ma'am. It's nothing compared to what you make."

"Actually, I was once the best 'Coffee Lady' in our project team. Let me see what beans you have," Susan said, placing down the coffee she had made.

Steve felt slightly embarrassed because he hadn't realized Susan was joking. He then remembered that in his era, referring to someone as "Coffee Lady/Mister" was actually considered sexist; it somewhat mocked their appearance, suggesting they were only good at looking good, which was actually a compliment in a joking manner.

But in fact, in Steve's era, "Coffee Lady" was indeed a job title. Working opportunities for women were rare back then, and important tasks were off-limits; they were confined to making coffee and running errands in offices.

And since Susan was a blonde, the discrimination against beautiful blonde women was particularly severe back then. They were almost synonymous with stupidity, to the extent that blonde women had no chance of promotions and were always seen only as decorative objects. If they were additionally curvy, people assumed their job opportunities were gained through sexual favors.

Calling Steve that was Susan's way of teasing him about being attractive, but Steve took it seriously instead. Luckily, Susan made a self-deprecating remark soon after, easing the awkwardness; otherwise, the mood would definitely have turned chilly.

In fact, having been back for such a long time, Steve had adapted to most aspects of contemporary life. However, small details involving temporal differences in conversation still sometimes caught him off guard.

This was also why he was reluctant to allow Captain America to appear too often in public. Captain America was a symbol of an era, and he still had countless fans. He worried that his outdated beliefs might influence them, potentially causing harm.

They picked two types of beans and put them into different machines. Soon, the aroma of coffee filled the entire building.

It was somewhat strange; the aroma of cooking could barely drift beyond one floor, but the coffee's aroma spread far and lasted longer.

The remaining sleepyheads were now awake, drooling over the lavish breakfast, with most of them suffering from hangovers. Peter said to Doctor Schiller, "Doctor, do you have any more drinks with added ingredients? Can we get a few more?"

"No problem," Doctor Schiller said. "I've prepared some already; they're just under the bar, help yourself."

The drinks were served at the table, and everyone felt better after drinking them, though their beverages didn't contain the Golden Apple but actual pain-relief medication.

After all, Doctor Schiller was confident in Peter's ability to properly process the power of the Golden Apple, but it might not be the same for ordinary people. If someone took a bite and started glowing, it might become unmanageable.

In fact, Doctor Schiller's initial intention behind hiding this from them was simple; among superheroes, there were many saints, and those who could fall in love with superheroes and form families with them often shared a bit of this trait.

They might feel that if ordinary people didn't have this chance, they shouldn't have it either, or think that if such miraculous things truly existed, they should be used to help more suffering people, not wasted on themselves.

So, if they knew the truth, they might refuse to consume it; at least Peter wouldn't accept it, and Gwen likely wouldn't either. She would probably prefer to give it to her father, but even if it were for George, it would have to be done without him knowing, otherwise, he likely wouldn't take it either.

The trouble with being friends with superheroes is like this; each of them has an almost obsessive-compulsive self-sacrificing spirit, which sometimes renders them incapable of rational thinking. And as a psychiatrist, one must always be careful and cautious.

After breakfast, Peter took Gwen to the backyard to show off his recovered abilities, and that newly modified trampoline by Pikachu and Rocket Raccoon came in handy.

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