Chapter 34: Delicious and Filling

Shiler considered Peter's request to stay too superficially.

Indeed, Spider-Man is kind, brave, and firm, but Peter also has the problems that big boys of this age have, such as day and night reversal, addiction to games, not sleeping at night, and not getting up in the morning.

It might be the reason for the spider mutation, Peter has a big appetite, and is addicted to all kinds of American burgers and fried chicken. Shiler felt that if this continued, he would grow from a spider into a crab.

Shiler tapped the edge of the pot and said, "Listen, I don't care how much physical strength you consumed by practicing with Steve recently, but no human can want another big bucket of porridge after eating five pots of rice."

Peter put down the rice bowl, touched his stomach and said, "I never dreamed that I could eat so much food. I suspect there is a black hole in my stomach."

Ma Te walked into the door limping. His injury hadn't fully healed yet. Peter stood up to support him. Ma Te said, "He is growing his body now, it's normal to eat more, but kid, you have to promise me, after eating, hurry up to exercise. If you don't want to grow into a ball, you'd better not stay in your room playing games all day."

Shiler also picked up Pikachu and said, "I guess it's you who spoiled Peter, regardless of whether it's eating so much food in one breath, or holding the handle and playing games every day..."

Pikachu refuted with Deadpool's voice, "How can this be blamed on me? This sticky kid is as thin as a bean sprout, and he is very bad at playing games. Every time I play hot-blooded fighting with him, I have to let him use one hand. And armed assault, the onions you cut in the morning are more capable of aiming at enemies than him..."

Before Pikachu finished speaking, Peter covered its mouth. Shiler said, "There is no rice in the clinic, so I can only go buy it tomorrow, so you solve your dinner tonight yourselves."

Peter let out a wail. Shiler wiped the water on his hands and said, "Not only your dinner, but my dinner is also the same."

"Are we going out to eat?" Peter asked.

"Of course, and I have a good place. This is one of the entry benefits they provided me. I heard that the food there, although not very delicious, must be filling."

"Humph." Peter let out a contemptuous cold snort and said, "Then they are still too young. I feel I can swallow ten cows now."

The International Defense Headquarters of S. H. I. E. L. D. is located in New York, and the entrance is in a telephone booth not far from Manhattan. However, after entering the telephone booth, the elevator will turn seven times and eight times, not knowing where it opened.

Shiler has the Gray Mist sensing system, vaguely feeling that it was almost in the suburbs, and the elevator stopped.

Shiler and Peter walked down the elevator. Coulson stood in front of them to welcome them and said, "As you can see, welcome to S. H. I. E. L. D.'s International Reception Center. This place specifically receives various S. H. I. E. L. D. external members and is also a foothold for elite field agents."

Shiler looked at his watch and said, "I think you should fulfill the benefits written in the contract when you joined the job, right?"

"Yes, the employee cafeteria is always free, and coffee is also free. However, the concentration here might not reach the standard you want. If you have high requirements for coffee, I can report to the top." Coulson said with a smile.

"No, no need," Shiler waved his hand and said, "I don't have any hope for the coffee taste of people who like to drink dishwater."

Coulson led Shiler and Peter through the hall, and then passed through the living area. The decoration here didn't have any heavy science fiction style, but more like minimalist Nordic style, and also used a lot of fabric decorations, looking quite comfortable.

Peter looked up and down, a bit disappointed, and said, "I thought you would work in a place like an alien spaceship."

"Uh... the International Defense Headquarters and some scientific research headquarters are like that. However, this place is just a reception center, a place for field agents to eat and rest. Do you think it's a good idea to stay in an alien spaceship for 24 hours?"

Although Peter didn't answer, it could be seen that this place didn't really meet his expectations for S. H. I. E. L. D.

Coulson was a human essence and said, "If you formally join S. H. I. E. L. D., you will have the opportunity to go to the headquarters, which will surprise you."

Before Peter could inquire, they came to the restaurant. This place had a bit of science fiction flavor, because there were no cooks, but rows of food placed on various conveyor belts, turning out from various windows.

"Is it a buffet?" Shiler asked.

"Ordinary agents don't have much time to wait for cooks to cook, so it's a buffet here. However, you can rest assured that cuisine from all over the world can be found here, and the taste is quite good."

"Just what I want," Shiler said.

Peter touched his stomach. Shiler patted his shoulder and said, "Go, Peter, I think you can make them regret giving me this entry benefit."

Coulson smiled and said, "S. H. I. E. L. D. is not so poor that it will let agents not be full. Go, kid, your speed of eating things is impossible to compare with the assembly line here."

Shiler smiled slightly.

Three hours later, Seeing Natasha walked in from the door with a phone and scolded the other end: "Don't you know I'm performing the task of following Stark?... Also, what nonsense are you talking about? When did S. H. I. E. L. D. change the contract? What treaty can we not provide? Still need me to rush back to change it now?!!"

While she was on the phone, she walked quickly to the restaurant and pushed the door open: "Coulson! Damn it, you'd better give me a legitimate reason, otherwise I will definitely complain to the director that you interfered with my work..."

As soon as her voice fell, she saw the pile of plates like a mountain in the middle of the restaurant.

This wasn't an exaggerated adjective, but a fact. The circular restaurant was very large, about several thousand square meters, but at this time, the middle of the restaurant had been blocked tightly, the reason being that pile of plates reached the ceiling, like a huge pyramid.

This pile of plates was at least as high as three people, and dozens of people holding hands couldn't hold it. And looking at the situation on the field, it seemed they hadn't finished eating yet.

Seeing Natasha stepped over a pile of food residues and patted a food delivery robot that was already smoking. She said in shock: "What's wrong with this? Did Nick Fury finally intend to raise dinosaurs in S. H. I. E. L. D.?!"

Coulson leaned helplessly on a bar counter and said, "The employee meal benefit clause in the contract really should be changed..."

Seeing Natasha looked up and down at that pile of plates and said, "I remember this clause, but the employee himself can't bring outsiders, right? How many people did he bring? Could it be that there is a company?"

Coulson pointed, and Seeing Natasha bypassed the pile of plates and found only two big and one small three figures.

Peter had already been defeated, leaning on the chair and dozing off. Pikachu was slightly in a declining trend, but still threw plates to the top of that plate mountain one after another.

Only Shiler, with the Gray Mist sensing system, wasn't afraid of not being able to finish eating so much food, or rather, he just stored all the Fear Toxin concentrated liquid into the Gray Mist, just decomposed it, and didn't eat it at all.

Simply put, he came here to stock up.

Of course, Gray Mist also ate very happily. It ate dozens of kilograms of desserts with chocolate, syrup, and pickled fruits. Shiler also exceptionally let it drink a tiny bit of Fear Toxin concentrated liquid. At this moment, it was happily cycling the magic divine song it learned from TV in Shiler's brain.

Seeing Natasha blinked, and for a while, she didn't say a word.

"Hey, is the restaurant operating normally? I just finished running and came back. Is there basil beef tonight..."

Captain America just pushed the door open, and he was also stunned. He said in shock: "I knew it, decades ago, Nick told me he wanted to raise an elephant, but I didn't expect him to intend to realize this wish now..."

Coulson didn't even speak, covered his face, raised an arm, and Captain America also bypassed the pile of plates and saw the three people who were eating until they were lying on their backs.

"Um..." Captain America pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Seeing Natasha and said: "Don't tell me that all the food in the restaurant was eaten by them."

Seeing Natasha showed a fake smile that didn't reach her eyes. She slapped the food delivery robot next to her hard, and a panel popped up.

After reading it, she said: "Very good, we can now decide which restaurant in New York to eat dinner at, and by the way, consider where to eat tomorrow morning and tomorrow noon."

Shiler stood up like nothing happened and said: "Thanks for the hospitality, I think the employee benefits here are indeed good, but unfortunately the time is a bit tight today. After all, I still have a friend who is hungry, so I have to pack some for him to take back. Let's stop at lunch for now."

Seeing Natasha stopped him and said: "Although S. H. I. E. L. D. can't afford to pay for these food expenses, you eat a meal here, you always have to give us some time to stock up. During the stocking period, other agents will have nothing to eat. Do you have the heart to let your colleagues go hungry?"

Steve said: "Can't you see it yet? He naturally has the heart. He even has the heart to let his friends go hungry. I originally wanted a big piece of steak, but now it seems I can't even eat a single french fry."

Shiler snapped his fingers, Pikachu put down the last piece of beef patty, and it jumped onto Shiler's shoulder. Shiler said with a smile: "I have a good place to recommend to you. That is the entry benefit of my other job. Although the food there is not very delicious, it must be filling."

Seeing Natasha and Steve narrowed their eyes together.

Five hours later, Stark looked at the pile of plates in the middle of his employee cafeteria and opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Jarvis spoke from the side: "I think you shouldn't want to hear the detailed food loss now, but I must say, if there is no new food reserve sent by 10 o'clock, then all employees of the company will have to go hungry tomorrow."

Stark took a deep breath. He could already imagine the scene of Pepper complaining to him about a pile of employee complaints tomorrow and getting angry at him.

He wore a battle suit, clanking through the pile of plates, and then looked at several people lying on their backs on the chairs, saying: "Very good, you made Stark Industries Group have its first food crisis in a century. If Pepper gets angry at me tomorrow, I must give you a punch each."

Shiler said: "Don't be nervous, let's go buy it again."

"It's almost 9 o'clock now. Where do you want the purchasing staff to buy things? And our transport vehicles have stopped operating. How to transport them after buying them?"

"Come on! A Captain America, two super agents, a Spider-Man, and an Iron Man, don't you think you can't carry a little vegetable?"

Two hours later, everyone flew back with large and small bags.

Stark never dreamed that the first task of the superhero team was to go to the nearest supermarket, buy a pile of food, and then fly back with countless shopping bags each.

Stark scolded while flying: "Damn it, you must not let my fans see this embarrassing look of Iron Man. Come on, am I a nanny robot? Or a housewife rice cooker?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light lit up.

The next day, the front page headline of "The New York Times" was Iron Man hanging more than a dozen large shopping bags all over his body, and two people leaping between high-rise buildings behind him were also hanging with large bags of family-sized food.

And Pepper, she roared at Stark on the top floor of Stark Tower: "You damn busybody!! The high-gluten flour you bought makes all the bread and cakes in the employee meals as hard as rubber bands!!!" ===== CHAPTER 35 =====