Chapter 3121 "Romantic" Wedding Season (15)

Chapter 3095 "Romantic" Wedding Season (15th)

Peter, who was grilling toast, quickly turned back and dragged Stark, covering his hand away from the pot. Stark looked at his hand with his teeth. There was no obvious wound on it, but it was particularly painful just now.

"Calm, sir, it is normal to collapse oil. Didn't you let you put it with a clip?"

Stark was sad for a while. He couldn't know that he would collapse oil. He thought about such a small sausage. He also used a clip and squeezed the bag directly with the sausage. It's amazing, and I was scalded two or three times.

Peter stood beside and sighed, while turning the sausage in the pot with a clip, and said, "From the beginning, I won't cook, basically, I eat what my uncle and Dr. Schiller do."

"But later, my aunt is older. It is okay to make some simple dishes. Like Thanksgiving meals, I must help me."

"In the beginning, I was completely unacceptable and made the kitchen a mess, but later I discovered a secret to cooking ..."

"What?" Stark's eyes lighted again.

"I found that cooking is the same as experiments." Peter smiled and said, "You can try to search the recipes online, and then reappear the experiment to reproduce this recipe. Eat, but it will never be ugly and safe enough. "

Stark thought about it, and then he took out his mobile phone. He said, "Perper's breakfast is very good, but I think it's a bit too light. I still prefer cheese sandwiches or cheese burgers. Is it to the formula? "

"Of course, and you must search for such a detailed formula, how many grams of ingredients must be accurate, and there are specific numbers of oil temperature. As long as you do it according to its steps and quantities, there will be no problem."

"So in case the recipes are not delicious?"

"Then you can only find a delicious one next time." Peter shrugged and said, "The experience of cooking is also important."

Stark searched for a long time, and stopped talking. Looking back at Schiller, he moved to the island on the island, half of his body pressed on the table of the island platform, facing Siller, who was brushing short videos, explain.

"Uh, I remember a cheese beef sandwiches you made last time is delicious. What recipe do you use?"

Schiller glanced at him from the top of the phone and said, "Cheese beef sandwiches still need recipes? If you don't like it, I will not make such white rice."

"Hey, you can't derogate it so!" Stark said very dissatisfied: "Cheese and beef are the combination of heaven! There will be no combination than them!"

"Then I have not eaten the tomato burdock."

Stark was speechless.

Schiller put away his mobile phone and stood up. Peter just put the sausage out of the pot. Schiller touched his arm gently and said, "Let me."

Peter made the place open, Schiller cleaned the pot end, and then went to the plastic bag next to him to put a piece of beef, put it in the meat grinders, and put a little salt and spiced powder inside.

"Wait a minute." Stark suddenly said, "How many grams of salt here ?? I remember ..."

"How many grams?" Schiller looked down at the meat grinder and said, "Just put it at a random, don't put too much, anyway, the cheese is salty."

Stark was dumbfounded. He said, "How much is it?"

Schiller picked up the salt tank next to him and poured it down twice in the other hand, saying, "It's almost so much."

Stark took a look at, Schiller's palm had some thin salt grains. He took the electronic scale next to him, dragged Silicon's hand to pour the salt up, and finally called 7 grams of weight.

He took out his mobile phone and started to record, "How much is the beef just now?"

Peter directly threw Schiller into the packaging in the trash can, and showed the grams above Stark.

Schiller rolled his eyes, took out the oil bottle and put a little olive oil in the stirred meat. Stark rushed over to see the gram of the oil.

Schiller took out a small basin in the cabinet and unveiled the plastic wrap on it. Inside was his own fried peppercorns, and two small spoons were scooped with a small spoon. Stark even carefully recorded the spoon of the spoon. size.

After the meat filling, heated the pan, brush a layer of oil gently with oil, pinch the beef into a cake and fry, fry until the two sides are golden, reddish in the middle, and put it on the bread slices.

Put a piece of cheese while it is hot, sprinkle some cheese, and then it is Laler chip and black pepper, and then spread the fried onion that was not used up yesterday.

After covering another piece of bread, spread layers of vegetables, first come with two pieces of Western lettuce, and then put onions and mushroom slices with water.

Take out the cheese sauce in the refrigerator, pour it into the iron spoon, and pour it on the fire slightly, cover it with the last piece of roasted yellow bread, and finally sprinkle with a little white sesame.

"Oh my god, what is so fragrant." Wanda's eyes were still closed, and people had floated from the stairs.

"Hey, you came just right." Stark was excited again, and he said: "Of course Stark's favorite beef cheese sandwiches!"

"Yes, I smelled the aroma of cheese." Wanda opened his eyes slightly and stared at Stark and said, "You still do sandwiches? Why did Jarvis never tell me?"

Stark was a little embarrassed. He said, "It's not what I do, I just love 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, obviously 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.

"God, you got up so early to make breakfast! Doctor, you made dinner yesterday. Isn't it a bit too hard?"

Schiller had only one thought at this time, no wonder Franklin wanted to bind his mother.

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

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

But in fact, the kitchen of the Stone House is very large. It is no problem for five or six people to stand from the kitchen to the island. There is no interference between making hot dishes and cold dishes, and there are still several places for preparing ingredients.

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

Don't think that there are too many people. In fact, if it is not a professional chef, it really takes so many people to meet the needs of so many people. What's more, if one or two people are uncles, they will not eat it if it is not delicious.

Susan asked Wanda to help 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 is more intense with sour cream sauce, and the other is more refreshing.

After Steve woke up, he started to make coffee for everyone. When Susan saw him, she smiled and said, "Oh, our coffee gentleman."

Steve said while picking beans, "Don't say that, ma'am, 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 I have." Susan put down the coffee.

Steve was a little embarrassed because he didn't realize Susan was joking. He then remembered that calling someone "Coffee Lady/Mr." is actually sexist in this era, a bit like mocking someone for having only good looks. If you say it in a teasing tone, it is actually praising someone for being good-looking.

But in fact, in Steve's era, "Coffee Lady" was really a job title. 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 serious. They were almost considered to be synonymous with stupidity. It was even so serious that blonde women would never have any chance of promotion and could only be a vase forever. If they had a sexier figure, they would be considered to have obtained their job opportunities through sex.

Susan deliberately called Steve that to tease him for being sexy, but Steve answered seriously. Fortunately, Susan teased herself again to resolve the awkward situation, otherwise the atmosphere would definitely drop to freezing point.

In fact, after such a long time back, Steve has adapted to most of life, but he still can't react to some small details of the differences in the times during the chat.

This is also an important reason why he doesn't want Captain America to appear in public too much. Captain America is a symbol of the times. 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 and put them in different machines. Soon the aroma of coffee filled the whole building.

In fact, it's a bit strange. The aroma of cooking can only float out of one floor, but the aroma of coffee can spread very far and last longer.

The remaining people who were still asleep basically got up and drooled over the rich breakfast. Most of them had the sequelae of a hangover. Peter said to Schiller: "Doctor, do you have any drinks with added ingredients? Can I have a few more?"

"No problem." Schiller said: "I've prepared them a long time ago. They are under the bar. Go get them yourself."

The drinks were served on the table. Everyone felt better after drinking them, but there was no golden apple in their drinks. Instead, they really put some painkillers in them.

After all, Schiller was sure that Peter could digest the power of the golden apple very well, but it might not be the case for ordinary people. If he took a bite of the golden apple and his whole body began to glow, he would not be able to hide it.

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

They would think that if ordinary people don't have such an opportunity, they shouldn't have it, or they would think that if there is such a magical thing, it should be used to save people who are more miserable, not wasted on them.

So if they knew the truth, they probably wouldn't eat it. At least Peter wouldn't accept it, and Gwen probably wouldn't either. She's more likely to give it to her father, but even if she wants to give it to George, she has to keep it a secret, otherwise George probably won't eat it either.

This is the trouble of being friends with superheroes. Each of them has an almost paranoid mood of self-sacrifice, and they can't even think rationally in this regard. As a psychologist, you must be careful and always cautious.

After breakfast, Peter dragged 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.

Woohoo!