Chapter 3083: Romantic

The kind of power Spider-Man had couldn't be supported by an ordinary human body structure. His body had actually been transformed by the power of the Spider Totem long ago. Even though he had given his ability to Miles, his various organs were already different from ordinary people.

It can be understood that the organs of ordinary people are probably a 5000mAh power bank, and middle-aged people probably have 60% charged. The divine power of the Golden Apple can help them charge their organs to 100%.

But Spider-Man's organs are a 20000mAh power bank. After Peter lost his spider ability, although he now has the same battery level as ordinary humans, his capacity limit hasn't changed.

Moreover, Wei En and Professor X had previously conducted research on spider sense. They agreed that the generation of spider sense was because there was an extra structure in Spider-Man's brain, and his pineal gland had mutated, so he could achieve the effect of early warning.

Although Peter doesn't have spider ability now, this mutation probably still exists, but it won't be activated because there is no support from the power of the Spider Totem.

And the divine power of the Golden Apple enters his body, it will automatically adjust all organs, naturally including the mutated part of his organs, which is equivalent to recharging and activating the spider sense.

But it might be because the matching degree between divine power and Spider-Man's body is not that high, and the power supply efficiency is relatively low, which is completely incomparable to the fit of the Spider Totem, so the ability is also weaker.

And if this kind of ability continues to be activated, divine power will also be consumed, and the consumption speed is much greater than that of ordinary people maintaining daily life. This small piece of apple is estimated to not be enough for him to toss for a few months.

But it doesn't matter. Wei En doesn't really have only this one apple. That Golden Apple Garden has a whole fruit tree.

And it's good that the ability is weak. If the ability is too strong, Peter will feel that it is a waste not to use it to fight crime.

But I don't know why, the topics between Peter and Stark started to deviate. Stark proposed a hypothesis.

"Since your ability is back, but not as strong as before, do you think there is a possibility that it is because you were not bitten by a spider this time?"

Peter thought for a while and said, "The difference condition seems to be only this. Do I need to go to Oscorp to find another spider?"

"Does it have to be Oscorp?" Stark looked a bit disgusted, but after all, he is also a rigorous scientist, feeling that it is better to restore the scene at that time as much as possible.

"I'll give Harry a call." Peter said, "Recently he and Mary have reunited. They said they might have time to come over for a vacation."

After Peter went out to make a call, Stark started to prepare breakfast with ambition. At this time, Pikachu and Rocket Raccoon had already woken up and jumped down from the second floor.

These two guys didn't drink less last night either, but after all, one is a Pokémon and the other is a mechanical raccoon modified by the body, so they have a strong tolerance to alcohol and won't have a hangover, so they were still jumping around the next day.

These two guys found a large trampoline in the warehouse next to the Stone House yesterday. The fabric was a bit hard, and these two little guys couldn't bounce at all when they jumped on it. They planned to transform this trampoline today and change to a softer fabric so that they could jump up too.

Wei En sat by the island counter with a drink. He planned to see how Stark cooked breakfast.

At first, it was quite decent. He brought a flat-bottom frying pan, put the oil bottle with olive oil next to it, took two eggs, and then turned on the induction cooker.

By the way, Wei En installed a natural gas stove in this house, but many Americans are not used to using planetary engines and are more willing to use induction cookers or electric frying pans. Stark is the same, and he has an inexplicable fear of open flames.

However, frying eggs is about the same no matter what you use. The pot soon heated up, and Stark wanted to pour oil into it.

He held the bottle and fussed for a long time, wanting to twist the lid open, and wanting to press the thing on it, but he couldn't open it no matter what. Seeing that the pot started to smoke, he could only turn his head and shout at Wei En, "What kind of broken bottle did you get? Why can't I open it??"

Wei En supported his chin with his hands and said, "Why don't you try pouring it directly into the pot?"

Stark just wanted to refute, but looking at the pot smoking, he had no choice, so he turned to take the bottle and poured it into the pot. As soon as the bottle was poured, olive oil poured down.

Stark opened his eyes wide, turned and looked at the bottle, focusing on observing the bottle mouth. He really deserves to be a great scientist, and soon understood the principle—actually, this is a gravity oil pot.

Before Stark could be proud, he discovered another trouble, that is, he was too anxious when pouring oil just now, and the olive oil in the pot even spread a whole layer of the bottom of the pot. Frying two eggs obviously didn't need so much oil.

But the essence of human beings is that if there is too much flour, add water, and if there is too much water, add flour. These oils are a bit too much for frying two eggs, but if I fry ten eggs in one breath, wouldn't it be just right?

"Haha, it seems others have a blessing." Stark placed the egg rack on the side of the pot with both hands and said, "They can enjoy the perfect breakfast made by Stark. What a beautiful day this is!"

Stark started to crack eggs into the pot, but from his trembling movements of taking eggs, it could be seen that he had never cracked eggs like this at all, and should be imitating Wei En's cooking.

Small partners who have cooked should all know that cracking eggs also pays attention to a feel. Some people are used to using the edge of the pot, some people are used to using the edge of the stove, and some people must use a bowl, otherwise it is easy to break.

Wei En is more used to cracking eggs on the edge of the kitchen counter. On the one hand, this way, if you encounter a bad egg, you can throw it away directly, and the egg liquid will not flow directly into the pot. On the other hand, this position is lower than the edge of the pot, so he uses it more smoothly.

Stark also wanted to crack it in this place. He held the egg vertically in his hand and cracked it toward there. This one cracked too big, slap, and the egg exploded directly in his hand.

"Ah!" Stark let out a scream.

The eggshell fell to the ground, and the egg liquid stuck to his hand. This is really killing the cleanliness.

But don't say that Stark's illness has improved a lot. After he grinned for more than ten seconds, he moved to the faucet, rinsed his hands first, then used kitchen paper to wipe all the eggshells and fallen egg liquid on the ground, and finally wiped the edge of the counter.

But the sad thing is, the egg liquid fell on the cabinet door, flowed into it, and the cabinet door inside was all stained with egg white. When Stark opened it, he felt the sky had collapsed.

He wiped it messily with paper towels, feeling that time was not enough, and picked up another egg.

This time he learned the lesson from the last time, just cracked it lightly. The eggshell did crack, but the opening was a bit small. Stark held it over the pot and broke it hard, but the place where he broke it was crushed by him, and the eggshell fell into the pot like a meteor shower.

"Oh, shit!" Stark hurried to take a spatula from the side to pick it out, but this thing couldn't be picked out with a spatula, so he went to the chopstick cage on the side to take a pair of chopsticks.

But actually, Stark doesn't know how to use chopsticks very well, so he had to take one chopstick in each hand to pick it out.

But the pot had been burning for so long, and the oil temperature was very high. Before he could pick out the fragments, the egg was already cooked.

Stark stood in front of the pot in a burst of sadness.

He had to take the spatula just now to shovel out the whole egg and throw it away, turn off the fire, pour out all the oil with fragments, and start over.

This time it was finally a bit smoother. He poured an appropriate amount of oil, successfully cracked the egg and hit it into the pot, and fried two seemingly perfect eggs. He served the eggs to the plate and brought them to Wei En, saying, "Do you want to taste the perfect fried eggs made by Stark first??"

Wei En didn't even lift his eyelids, picked up the pair of chopsticks next to him, and turned the egg over.

I saw that the perfect fried egg on the front was already burnt on the back, and the color was comparable to a black hole.

"How could this be?" Stark said somewhat shocked, "I saw that you fried eggs like this, why wouldn't it be burnt?"

"There are two kinds of fried eggs." Wei En said, "One needs to be turned over, and the other doesn't. If you want it to be heated evenly, then turn it over in the middle..."

"But that wouldn't look good." Stark said, "It's not that it's sandwiched in a sandwich and can't be seen. I want to fry the kind of fried egg that can see egg white and egg yolk that you fried."

"Then you need to adjust the heat, and you need to cover the pot lid. You can't fry it all the way to the end with the pot open and high heat. Otherwise, by the time the top is cooked, the bottom will definitely be burnt."

Stark suddenly realized.

He did it all over again. When the egg liquid on the top basically solidified, he turned the heat down, and then covered the pot lid, frying and stewing at the same time. In this way, the top egg liquid solidified and the bottom was just golden.

After half an hour of fussing, the fried eggs were finally out of the oven. Stark had already wanted to give up his breakfast big plan. He felt that it was not bad to sandwich the fried eggs with a piece of toast.

He opened another plastic bag and took out the bread, but he found that what he bought was not sliced toast, which means he had to cut it himself.

At this time, Peter had already returned from the phone call. Seeing Stark holding a fruit knife and going to cut toast, he rushed into the kitchen and snatched the knife away.

"Tony, what are you doing?!"

"I want to cut toast, what's wrong?"

"Cutting toast requires a special bread knife. This thing can't cut it, and you hold the toast in this posture, you will only cut your fingers off."

Stark blinked, seeming to be unable to imagine this scene at all. Peter pulled the bread knife out of the knife holder on the side. The bread knife has no tip, and the blade is not sharp, but there are serrations on it. As long as you slide it back and forth gently, you can cut soft things.

After cutting the toast, Peter first looked at the few eggs that died miserably in the trash can, and then looked at the footprints stepped out because the egg liquid on the ground was not wiped clean, and sighed with heartache.

"Mr. Stark, I feel that if you continue to do this, it is unlikely to catch up with the ladies waking up. How about I help you?"

Stark touched his nose, and also knew that he was really not the material for cooking. He was waiting for Peter to give him a step down.

"Okay, I also want to stir-fry some beans, and fry some sausages. It would be even better if there could be mashed potatoes."

"Then you go to open the bean can... forget it, I'll open it, you go to put the pot well, pour a little less olive oil, and then take the tomato paste in the refrigerator."

Peter picked up the can opener and went to the plastic bag to pick out the bean can. The stir-fried beans common in English breakfast are made with cans, but the taste in the United States is relatively heavy, and you have to add some tomato paste and sugar yourself, so it tastes sweet and sour when eaten.

Stark went to the refrigerator to rummage, but actually he didn't know what tomato paste was at all. He thought it should be ordinary tomato sauce. Seeing that the sauce was red, and there was a tomato drawn on the bottle, he brought it over.

Peter didn't look either, and poured it into the pot, finding that it was so thin. He looked down and sighed.

"Mr. Stark, this is tomato sauce, not tomato paste."

"Is there any difference?"

"The taste of tomato paste is richer. Because the sugar content in tomato sauce is higher, it will become bitter once the heat is not controlled well."

Stark gasped, and Peter had to comfort him and said, "It doesn't matter, I can control the heat. It's not impossible to use tomato sauce, just don't add extra sugar."

After speaking, he put the beans in and stir-fried them until the water was slightly dried, and the sauce began to become sticky, then he scooped it into a plate on the side with a spatula.

Next is frying sausages. This is really not difficult, so Peter let Stark do it, pour oil directly into the pot, put the sausages in, and fry them until both sides are golden.

Stark didn't do any extra actions, but the sausages he bought were vacuum-packed. When they were taken out, there would be some liquid on them, and he didn't wipe them, so he put them into the oil.

Crackle!

"Ouch!!!" ===== CHAPTER 3084 =====

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