Chapter 2983 Leisure Time (Twenty-Seven)

Chapter 2957 Leisure time (twenty-seven)

Regarding Natasha's assurance, Tim didn't completely trust him. He was really similar to Batman. He had to know the principle behind this matter, otherwise he couldn't trust any definite answer.

But he knew he didn't have much time. The party would start the day after tomorrow, and he had to find a way to get back to Schiller first.

After leaving SHIELD, Tim got good news from Pamela. Schiller took the initiative to find Pamela to confirm the status of Cabbage. The two of them are now staying together.

Tim hurried over, but found that the meeting place was not at an apartment or office, but at the entrance of a department store.

Schiller and Pamela were standing at the door talking something when they saw Tim running over and waved to him.

"You went to Nick's?" Schiller asked.

Tim's heart suddenly jumped. He had not forgotten that no matter who Schiller was, he was suspected of possessing the ability to read minds. If he could see what he wanted to do, it would not be possible.

Unexpectedly, Schiller didn't bother with this topic. He turned to Pamela and said: "So remember, choose small ones. The color of the roots is white rather than yellow. You can smell it when you pick it up." An earthy smell is the best.”

"What are you talking about?"

Schiller waved his hand and walked towards the other door of the supermarket, while Pamela and Tim turned around and walked back, which was the main entrance of the supermarket.

"We were tired of the food here, so Schiller decided to cook for himself. His new rented residence had a nice kitchen... He said there was a gas stove or something, but I didn't understand it."

"So you're here to buy groceries?"

"Yes, he is going to the Chinese supermarket over there. I will use my expertise to help him choose vegetables."

"What's your specialty?"

“I can tell the exact time the vegetables died, so I can tell if they are fresh or not.”

"Then why do you still want him to give you guidance?"

"Vegetables don't know their own names, so of course I have to make sure which vegetable he wants to buy. He asked me not to buy big broccoli, but to buy small ones."

"What difference does it make?"

"Actually, there are two varieties, but I can't tell the difference." Pamela walked into the revolving door and began to look around for the shopping cart.

Although today is not the weekend, it is the rush hour for getting off work. There are many people in the market. When they went there, there was only one car left. Pamela took out a coin faster than others and grabbed it. Last shopping cart.

They were supposed to go straight to the fruits and vegetables section, but in fact the supermarket was too big and they passed by many daily necessities sections.

Of course, they will buy snacks, and it can even be said that they have forgotten to buy groceries. Just like visiting the supermarket countless times, they spend their time in front of the huge and dazzling shelves of snacks, which gradually becomes enchanting.

"Are you the kind of person who leaves the refrigerator empty?" Pamela said, picking up a bag of chips and looking at them.

"Alfred is in charge of the refrigerator, but only I have the right to open the refrigerator at any time."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the only one who won't mess up what he packed." Tim shook his head and sighed, "Everyone else, including Bruce, will never put the remaining half bag of toast back where it belongs. "

"You like order, and so do I. How does cooking sound to you?"

Tim shrugged and said, "Dick likes that, he seems to find a lot of fun in it, and me, I spend more time resetting the kitchen utensils, sometimes so carefully that Alfred can't stand it. ”

"Arrange the plates by color?"

"The same goes for beans."

"You are obsessive-compulsive."

"I'm not, I'm talking about coffee beans." Tim said, "I can't accept mixing beans with different flavors together."

"You sound like you've been drinking coffee for many years."

Then they wandered to the instant coffee section, and Tim actually looked at the ingredient list seriously, showing an expression of disgust as he walked.

Pamela took two bags casually and was disgusted by him for a long time. Then they turned to look at the beans. Not surprisingly, Tim was not satisfied either.

"I remember that you had no interest in coffee before you met your peer." Pamela said with some confusion.

"When I found out that they all liked drinking coffee, I went back and did my homework." Tim said: "You can understand that in order to be gregarious, our universe does not need more special existences."

"I understand." Pamela said: "You just want the beings in other universes to think that at least you are normal when they find that everyone in our universe is a little different, and then they will go find you. "

"I am indeed the most normal one." Tim said: "I originally thought I would find a confidant in this world, but it turns out that every universe has its own craziness. Gotham is a little special, but there is no such thing. So different."

"It's hard to imagine what you saw."

The two of them quickly passed the snack area, and then started to look at the stationery area. This universe was later than the universe they were in, which meant that light industry was better developed, and there were all kinds of small things.

Although they weren't exactly here for tourism, they still wanted to take some souvenirs back with them. After choosing for a long time, they wandered to the fresh food area.

Pamela seems to really know the specific death time of each vegetable. She can find the freshest one among a lot of vegetables every time.

The vegetables sold in organic supermarkets are not scattered on the shelves. Instead, they are wrapped in plastic wrap and displayed on the shelves. It took Pamela a long time to find the ingredients Schiller wanted.

They went to queue to check out, but did not see Schiller. When they went out, they found that Schiller seemed to have been sitting in the car waiting for them for a while.

"If there hadn't been no movement, I would have suspected that you went to save the world while shopping in the supermarket." Schiller walked down, put the bags in their hands into the trunk and said: "This is why I don't go shopping with Spider-Man. Supermarket reasons.”

“Does he often save the world on the way?”

"Our world is not that dangerous, but he will help everyone in the supermarket to pick up items that cannot be lifted, adjust the position of all cleaning warning signs, restore all fallen items, and polish all cameras... …”

"It doesn't sound like a vigilante, but more like a volunteer cleaner."

"That was all when he was a child."

The car set off on the road facing the sunset. Perhaps because it had rained before, fire clouds appeared in the sky tonight. The whole world was filled with pink and purple light, as if it was about to burn.

"Have you been living with Spider-Man before?" Pamela asked: "Like Bruce and his adopted sons."

"More or less, I opened a clinic in Hell's Kitchen before, and he came often. I would cook occasionally, and we would buy ingredients at the supermarket together."

"He's definitely not the type to leave the refrigerator empty," Pamela said.

"On the contrary, many times he overcrowds the refrigerator and there is no room for my ingredients."

"Does he like cooking?" Tim asked.

"No, no." Schiller shook his head and said, "His thinking changes too quickly and he always starts thinking about the next thing before one thing is completely completed, which makes it difficult for him to focus on cooking. ”

"But you can," Tim said.

"Do you think I'm passionate about cooking because I like cooking?" Schiller rolled his eyes, and then said: "Obviously because I'm fed up with white people's rice, and I need to eat steaming hot food fresh from the pan. Food, not cold sandwiches!”

Tim touched his nose. How can I put it? He is a fan of white rice. A sandwich for lunch is not bad. Most of the time, he will have a cup of coffee and some potato chips.

"In fact, there is no need to cook it yourself. You can go to a Chinese restaurant." Pamela said: "There should be many authentic Chinese restaurants in the big cities on the east coast."

"Yes, yes, but it's too far away and I can't go there every day. On the other hand, not everyone does what I like."

Pamela was a little confused, but Schiller explained while driving: "China is very big, there are many different cuisines, and people from different places have different tastes."

"What are your tastes? Can you eat spicy food?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "I prefer light food, so I almost never take you to eat hot pot. There are several Cantonese restaurants in Chinatown that are pretty good, but the owner of my favorite one has quit. Leave it to him." My son, I will never go there again.”

"Has it become unpalatable?"

"No, but it feels different from before." Schiller shook his head and said, "If you want to blame it, blame it on my rich taste."

Tim calmly looked back at the ingredients placed in the trunk. He really didn't know much about Chinese food, so he took out his mobile phone and started searching.

After several comparisons, he found that Schiller might want to make Cantonese cuisine, because he saw vegetables that looked like water spinach, meat that seemed to be used for roasting bacon, and seasonings that might be used to make steamed fish.

When he thought of this, Tim suddenly had a thought in his mind, and he remembered what Natasha said before.

What could have compelled Schiller to go to that party?

After thinking for a while, he opened the address book on his phone and sent a message to Jason.

Jason was drinking coffee with Captain America and his classmates. After taking out his phone and reading Tim's text message, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he pulled Captain America over and said, "Have the people we sent to follow the farm party investigated the ingredients they prepared?"

Captain America gave him a confused look, and then said, "No, no, do you think someone will tamper with the ingredients?"

"I don't know, but Tim told me to look up the menu and ingredients for the party. He's smart and I don't think he would say that for no reason."

Captain America thought for a while and confirmed Jason's guess. He also believed that Tim was a very smart person and would not make random mistakes.

So he walked back to the table, patted the table and said, "Okay, kids, get ready to work. Closely monitor the food transport trucks coming in and out of the Love Farm to see where they come from."

After the crowd dispersed, Jason said: "I think the chef is also a very important part. Do you know which chef team they hired?"

Captain America shook his head, patted Jason on the shoulder and said, "Then you are responsible for investigating this. Come back and tell me if you find out."

Although Jason has never done much work as an agent, he is still very good at investigating this kind of thing. Even if he is afraid that someone will bribe the cook to poison him and not announce the list of chefs, he can tell from the ingredients and the menu what the chef is doing, and There are only a few famous chefs in this cuisine.

After some investigation, Jason discovered that the chef who prepared the dishes for the Love Farm party was a famous Cantonese chef from Hong Kong.

I'm so tired, I can't play Hearthstone tomorrow!