The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 3095

Peter, who was baking toast, quickly turned around and pulled Stark away from the pot, who was covering his hands. Stark grinned and looked at his hand. There were no obvious wounds on it, but the one just now was particularly painful.

"Calm down, sir, oil collapse is normal. Didn't I ask you to use a clamp to remove it?"

Stark felt sad again. He never knew that the oil would collapse. Thinking that it was such a small sausage and needed tongs, he directly took the sausage bag and squeezed it in. His hand was very close to the pot, even if it didn't collapse very much. It was terrible, and I was burned two or three times.

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

"But later on, my aunt got older and could cook some simple dishes, like Thanksgiving dinner, so she had to ask me to help."

"At first I had no idea 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 try to reproduce the recipe with the same attitude as replicating the experiment, but it may not be as good in the end. It’s edible, but it’s definitely not unpalatable, and it’s safe enough.”

Stark thought about it, and then he took out his mobile phone. He said: "Pepper's breakfast is very good, but I think it is a bit too light. I still prefer cheese sandwiches or cheeseburgers. You can also search for this online. Got the recipe?"

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

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

"Then I 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, and looked back at Schiller. He moved to the island table, half of his body pressed on the island table, facing Schiller who was browsing a short video. explain.

"Well, I remember the cheese and beef sandwich you made last time was delicious. What recipe did you use?"

Schiller glanced at him from above the phone and said, "Do you need a recipe for the cheese beef sandwich? If you don't like it, I won't make this kind of white man's rice."

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

"Then you can eat the tomato beef brisket I stewed."

Stark was speechless.

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

Peter moved out of the way, and Schiller took the pot away and cleaned it. Then he went to the plastic bag next to him and took out a piece of beef. He took a meat grinder and put it in. He also put a little salt and allspice in it.

"Wait a minute." Stark suddenly said: "How many grams of salt should be added here?? I'll note it down..."

"How many grams?" Schiller looked down at the meat grinder and said, "Just put in some, you don't have to put in too much, the cheese is salty anyway."

Stark was dumbfounded. He said, "How much can I put?"

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 took a look. There were some fine grains of salt in Schiller's hand. He took the electronic scale next to him, grabbed Schiller's hand and poured the salt on it, and finally weighed 0.7 grams.

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

Peter directly picked out the packaging that Schiller threw into the trash can and showed Stark the number of grams on it.

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

Schiller took out a small basin from the cabinet and peeled off the plastic wrap on it. Inside was his own fried peppercorn oil. He scooped out two small spoonfuls of it with a small spoon. Stark even carefully recorded the contents of the spoon. size.

After the meat filling is ready, heat the pan, lightly apply a layer of oil with an oil brush, shape the beef into a patty and fry it until golden brown on both sides and reddish in the middle, then place it on the bread slices.

Put a slice of cheese on top while it's still hot, sprinkle some grated cheese, then chopped basil and black pepper, and then spread a layer of fried onions that were not used yesterday.

After covering it with another piece of bread, put on layers of vegetables, starting with two slices of lettuce, then onions and blanched mushroom slices.

Take out the cheese sauce from the refrigerator, pour it into an iron spoon, heat it slightly over the fire and pour it on, cover it with the last piece of toasted brown bread, and finally sprinkle with a little 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 came just in time." Stark became excited again and said, "Of course it's Stark's favorite beef cheese sandwich!"

"Yes, I smell the aroma of cheese." Wanda opened her eyes slightly, stared at Stark and said, "Can you make sandwiches? Why did Jarvis never tell me?"

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

"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!