Chapter 2946

Regarding Natasha's guarantee, Tim didn't fully trust it; he was very similar to Batman; he must know the principle behind this matter, otherwise, he couldn't trust any affirmative 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 return to Schiller's side first.

After leaving S. H. I. E. L. D., Tim got good news from Pamela; Schiller took the initiative to find Pamela to confirm the status of the cabbage that hits people; the two of them are together now.

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

Schiller and Pamela were standing at the entrance talking about something; seeing Tim running over, they waved at him.

"Did you go to Nick's?" Schiller asked.

Tim's heart jumped; he hadn't forgotten that no matter which Schiller, he was a suspected mind-reader; if he let him see what he wanted to do, this matter wouldn't be done.

Who knew that Schiller didn't dwell on this topic; he turned his head and said to Pamela: "So remember, choose the small ones; the color of the root is white instead of yellow; it's best to be able to smell a soil smell when you pick it up."

"What are you talking about?"

Schiller waved his hand and walked towards another door of the supermarket; Pamela and Tim turned around and walked back; that was exactly where the main entrance of the supermarket was.

"We are tired of the food here, so Schiller decided to cook for himself; the new place he rented has a good kitchen... He said there is a gas stove or something, but I don't understand it very well."

"So you came to buy vegetables?"

"Yes, he wants to go to the Chinese supermarket over there, and I am responsible for playing to my strengths and helping him buy vegetables."

"Your strengths?"

"I can know the exact time of death of vegetables, so I can judge whether they are fresh."

"Then why do you still need his guidance?"

"Vegetables don't know what they are called, so of course I have to determine which kind of vegetable he wants to buy; he told me not to buy big broccoli, but to buy the small ones."

"What's the difference?"

"Actually, they are two varieties, but I can't taste any difference." Pamela walked into the revolving door and started looking around for a shopping cart.

Although today is not the weekend, this time is the peak of getting off work; there are many people in the market; when they went, there was only one cart left; Pamela took out a coin faster than others before grabbing the last shopping cart.

Originally, they should have gone straight to the fruit and vegetable area, but in fact, this supermarket was too big; they passed many daily necessities areas.

Of course, they would go to buy snacks, and it could even be said that they had forgotten about buying vegetables; like shopping in the supermarket countless times, they were dazzled by the huge and dazzling snack shelves.

"Are you the kind of person who would leave the refrigerator empty?" Pamela picked up a bag of potato chips and looked at it and said.

"The refrigerator is managed by Alfred, but only I have the right to open the refrigerator at any time."

"Why?"

"Because only I won't mess up the things he tidied up," Tim shook his head and sighed. "Everyone else, including Bruce, will never put the remaining half bag of toast back where it originally was."

"You like order; so do I; how is cooking for you?"

Tim shrugged and said: "Dick likes that; he seems to be able to find a lot of fun in it; and I, I will spend more time putting kitchenware back in place, sometimes even so careful that even Alfred can't stand it."

"Arranging plates by color?"

"Beans are the same."

"You have obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"I don't; I'm talking about coffee beans," Tim said. "I can't accept mixing beans of different flavors."

"You talk as if you've been drinking coffee for many years."

Then they wandered to the instant coffee area; Tim actually looked at the ingredient list seriously, walking and stopping, showing a disgusted expression.

Pamela picked up two bags at random, and was disgusted by him for a long time; then they turned to look at the beans; unsurprisingly, it didn't satisfy Tim either.

"I remember you had no interest in coffee before you met your counterpart," Pamela said with some doubt.

"When I discovered that they all liked to drink coffee, I went back and did my homework," Tim said. "You can understand it as for the sake of fitting in; our universe doesn't need more special existences."

"I understand," Pamela said. "You just want other existences in the universe to associate that at least you are normal when they discover that everyone in our universe is a bit different, and then they will come to find you."

"I am indeed the most normal one," Tim said. "I originally thought I would find a soulmate in this world, but facts have proven that every universe has every universe's madness; Gotham is a bit special, but it's not that different."

"It's hard to imagine what you've seen."

The two of them quickly crossed the snack area, and then started looking at the stationery area; this universe is later than the universe they are in, which means that light industry is better developed, and all kinds of small things are dazzling.

Although they were not completely here for travel, they still wanted to bring back some souvenirs; after picking for a long time, they finally came to the fresh food area slowly.

Pamela really seems to be able to know the specific time of death of each vegetable; every time she can find the freshest one from a pile of vegetables.

The vegetables sold in organic supermarkets are not scattered on the shelf; they are all wrapped in plastic wrap and displayed on the shelf; Pamela searched for a long time before finally finding all the ingredients Schiller wanted.

They went to queue for checkout, but didn't see Schiller; when they went out, they found that Schiller seemed to have been waiting in the car for a long time.

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

"Does he often save the world on the way?"

"Our world is not that dangerous, but he will help everyone in the supermarket who can't carry goods to carry things, adjust the position of all cleaning warning signs, restore all fallen goods, and polish all cameras..."

"Doesn't sound like a vigilante, more like a volunteer cleaner."

"That was all when he was a child."

The car set off against the sunset; perhaps because it had rained before, the sky this evening appeared with fire clouds; the whole world was filled with pink-purple light, as if it was about to burn.

"Did you always live with Spider-Man before?" Pamela asked: "Like Bruce and his adopted sons."

"Something like that; I opened a clinic in Hell's Kitchen before; he often came; I occasionally cooked; we would buy ingredients at the supermarket together."

"He must not be the kind of person who would leave the refrigerator empty." Pamela said.

"Just the opposite; many times he stuffed the refrigerator too full, causing my ingredients to have nowhere to put."

"Does he like to cook?" Tim asked.

"No, no," Schiller shook his head and said: "His thinking changes too fast; he is always thinking about the next thing before one thing is completely finished; this makes it difficult for him to focus on cooking."

"But you can." Tim said.

"You think I'm keen on cooking, is it because I like cooking?" Schiller rolled his eyes and said: "Obviously because I'm really tired of white people's food; I need to eat hot food just out of the pot, not cold sandwiches!"

Tim touched his nose; how to say it, he is a fan of white people's food; eating a sandwich at noon is not bad; many times he has a cup of coffee and some potato chips.

"That's actually not necessary to do it yourself; you can completely go to a Chinese restaurant," Pamela said. "There should be quite a few authentic Chinese restaurants in big cities on the East Coast."

"There are, but for one thing, it's too far to go every day; on the other hand, not everyone makes food that suits my taste."

Pamela was a bit puzzled; Schiller explained while driving: "China is very big; there are many different cuisines; people from different places have different tastes."

"Then what is your taste? Can you eat spicy food?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "I prefer light, so I almost never dragged you to eat hot pot; there are a few Cantonese restaurants in Chinatown that are not bad, but the boss of the one I like best stopped doing it and handed it over to his son; since then, I never went again."

"Became hard to eat?"

"Not really, but it always feels a bit different from before," Schiller shook his head and said. "If you want to blame, blame my taste buds for being too rich."

Tim looked back at the ingredients placed in the trunk without changing his expression; he really didn't know much about Chinese food, so he took out his phone and started searching.

After several comparisons, he found that Schiller might want to make Cantonese food, because he saw vegetables suspected of being water spinach, meat that looked like it was used for roast meat, and seasonings that might be used for steamed fish.

Thinking of this, Tim suddenly had a thought; he remembered what Natasha said before.

What would make Schiller have to go to that party?

Thinking about it, he opened the phone's address book and sent a message to Jason.

Jason was drinking coffee with Captain America and his classmates; after taking out his phone and looking at Tim's text message, he was stunned.

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

Captain America looked at him with some doubt, and then said: "No, haven't; do you think someone will move hands and feet in the ingredients?"

"I don't know, but Tim said to let me check the menu and ingredients of the party; he is very smart; I don't think he would say this for no reason."

Captain America thought for a while and affirmed Jason's guess; he also believed that Tim was a very smart person and would not shoot without a target.

So he walked back to the table, patted the table and said: "Alright, children, get ready to work; closely monitor the ingredient transport vehicles entering and exiting the Love Farm and see where they come from."

After the crowd dispersed, Jason said: "I think the cook is also a very important link; 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; tell me when you find out."

Although Jason hadn't done much agent work, checking this kind of thing was still easy; even if he was afraid that someone would buy the cook to poison and not announce the chef's name, one could see what kind of cook was making what kind of food from the ingredients and menu, and there were only a few famous chefs in this cuisine.

Jason investigated and found that the head chef of the chef team preparing dishes for the Love Farm party was a well-known Cantonese chef from Hong Kong.