[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-34":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Mental Mentor in Marvel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2322602,4544,"Chapter 34: Chapter Thirty-Three: Tasty and Filling","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-34",34,"\u003Cp>For Peter’s request to stay, Shi Le had considered things too superficially.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True, Spider-Man is kind, brave, and resolute, but Peter also has the typical flaws of boys his age: reversed day-night cycles, video game addiction, staying up late and sleeping in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps due to his spider mutation, Peter has a huge appetite and is addicted to American burgers and fried chicken; Shi Le feared that if things continued like this, he’d turn from a spider into a crab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le tapped the edge of the pot and said, “Listen, I don’t care how much energy you’ve burned sparring with Steve lately, but no human should want a whole bucket of porridge after eating five pots of rice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter put down his bowl and rubbed his stomach. “I never dreamed I could eat this much. I think I have a black hole in my stomach.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matt limped into the room; his injury wasn’t fully healed. Peter jumped up to help him. Matt said, “He’s growing, so eating more is normal—but kid, promise me you’ll get moving after eating. If you don’t want to turn into a ball, stop spending all day locked in your room playing games.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le picked up Pikachu and said, “I bet it’s you who’s corrupted Peter—whether it’s gorging himself like this or playing games all day with that controller…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pikachu replied in a Deadpool voice: “How’s that my fault? This sticky little guy’s skinnier than a bean sprout, and he’s terrible at gaming. Every time I play Hot Fight with him, I have to hold back one hand. And in Armed Assault? You chopped onions better than he aims at enemies…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Pikachu finished, Peter clamped a hand over his mouth. Shi Le said, “We’re out of rice. We’ll have to buy more tomorrow. So tonight’s dinner? You two figure it out yourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter groaned. Shi Le wiped water from his hands. “Not just your dinner—mine too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should we go out to eat?” Peter asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. And I know a great place—it’s one of the perks they offered me on hire. The food isn’t tasty, but it’ll fill you up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph.” Peter sneered. “They’re still too young. I feel like I could swallow ten cows right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>S.H.I.E.L.D.’s International Defense Headquarters is in New York; the entrance is a phone booth not far from Manhattan. But once you enter, the elevator twists and turns endlessly, vanishing into unknown depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le’s Gray Mist sensing system faintly indicated they were nearing the suburbs when the elevator finally stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le and Peter stepped out. Coulson stood before them, welcoming them. “As you see, welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D.’s International Reception Center. It’s exclusively for external S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel and serves as a resting point for elite field agents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le checked his watch. “I assume you’ll honor the benefits listed in the contract upon hiring?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. The staff cafeteria is always free, and coffee too. But the espresso here might not meet your standards. If you’re picky about coffee, I can file a report upward.” Coulson smiled warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, thanks.” Shi Le waved him off. “I have no expectations for the coffee taste of people who prefer swilling boiled water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson led Shi Le and Peter through the lobby, then through the living quarters. The decor lacked heavy sci-fi flair—it leaned toward minimalist Nordic style, with plenty of fabric accents, looking fairly comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter looked around, disappointed. “I thought you’d work inside some alien spaceship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… the International Defense Headquarters and some research centers are like that. But this is just a reception center—meant for agents to eat and rest. You think living inside an alien spaceship 24\u002F7 is a good idea?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter didn’t answer, but it was clear this didn’t match his expectations of S.H.I.E.L.D.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson, a shrewd man, said, “If you officially join S.H.I.E.L.D., you’ll get a chance to visit the main headquarters. You’ll be stunned.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Peter could ask, they arrived at the cafeteria. Now it had a touch of sci-fi: no chefs, just row upon row of food on conveyor belts, emerging from various windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Buffet?” Shi Le asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Most agents don’t have time to wait for chefs. So it’s all buffet-style. But rest assured—you’ll find cuisines from all over the world here, and they’re all decent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect.” Shi Le said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter rubbed his stomach. Shi Le clapped his shoulder. “Go ahead, Peter. I bet you’ll make them regret offering me this hiring perk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson smiled. “S.H.I.E.L.D. isn’t so poor we’d let agents go hungry. Go on, kid. Your eating speed can’t outpace this assembly line.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three hours later, Natasha walked in through the door, phone in hand, yelling into it: “Do you have any idea I’m on a stakeout with Stark?… And what nonsense are you spouting? When did S.H.I.E.L.D. change the contract? What agreement can’t we fulfill? Do you expect me to fly back right now to revise it?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she strode into the cafeteria. She shoved the door open. “Coulson! Damn it, give me a valid reason—or I’ll file a formal complaint to the Director for interfering with my mission…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words cut off as she saw the mountain of plates in the center of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t hyperbole—it was fact. The circular cafeteria was huge, several thousand square meters, yet now its center was completely blocked. A towering pile of plates reached the ceiling like a massive pyramid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pile stood at least three men tall; even dozens of people holding hands couldn’t encircle it. And judging by the scene, they hadn’t finished eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha stepped over food debris, slapped a smoking delivery robot, and gasped: “What the hell happened? Did Nick Fury finally decide to breed dinosaurs in S.H.I.E.L.D.?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson slumped against a bar counter. “We really need to revise the staff meal benefit clause…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha scanned the pile of plates. “I remember that clause—but employees aren’t allowed to bring outsiders. How many people did he bring? Not a whole company, surely?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson pointed. Natasha circled the pile and saw only three figures: two large, one small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter had collapsed, slumped in his chair, dozing off. Pikachu looked weary but kept tossing plates onto the top of the pile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Shi Le, with his Gray Mist, had no fear of finishing so much food—or rather, he’d stored it all inside the Gray Mist, decomposing it without actually eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, he’d come here to stock up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the Gray Mist enjoyed it immensely. He’d devoured at least dozens of kilograms of desserts with chocolate, syrup, and pickled fruits. Shi Le even broke his rule and let him sip a tiny bit of Fear Toxin concentrate. Now, he was looping a viral TV song inside Shi Le’s mind, delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha blinked, momentarily speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, is the cafeteria still open? I just finished running. Tonight’s special is basil beef…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain America pushed the door open and froze. He stared, stunned: “I knew Nick told me decades ago he wanted to raise elephants. But I never thought he’d try to do it now…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson said nothing, covering his face. Captain America stepped around the pile and saw the three people lying back, bloated and upside-down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…” Captain America pursed his lips, hesitated, then looked at Natasha. “Don’t tell me… every single dish in here is gone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha gave a cold, fake smile. She slammed her palm on a delivery robot’s head, triggering a panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reading it, she said: “Perfect. Now we can decide which New York restaurant to eat at tonight—and start planning tomorrow’s lunch and dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le stood up as if nothing had happened. “Thank you for the meal. The staff benefits here are indeed excellent. Too bad I’m pressed for time—I’ve got a friend waiting hungry. I’ll need to pack some food to take back. Lunch is over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha blocked him. “S.H.I.E.L.D. can afford these meals, but when you eat like this, you leave no time for restocking. Other agents won’t get to eat. Can you bear to let your colleagues go hungry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve said: “Can’t you see? He absolutely can. He’d even let his friend starve. I came here for a big steak—now I can’t even get a single fry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le snapped his fingers. Pikachu dropped the last beef patty. He leapt onto Shi Le’s shoulder. Shi Le smiled. “I’ve got a better place to recommend. It’s another job’s hiring perk. The food isn’t tasty—but it’ll fill you up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha and Steve narrowed their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five more hours later, Stark stared at the mountain of plates in his staff cafeteria. He opened his mouth—but couldn’t speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>JARVIS spoke up beside him: “I assume you’d rather not hear the full food loss report. But I must say: if new supplies don’t arrive before 10 p.m., tomorrow’s entire company will starve.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark took a deep breath. He could already picture Pepper screaming at him tomorrow over a flood of employee complaints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his armor, clanking through the pile of plates, he looked at the three bloated figures lying on their backs. “Fine. You’ve caused Stark Industries’ first food crisis in a century. If Pepper yells at me tomorrow, I’m punching each of you once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le said: “Don’t worry. We’ll just go buy more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s almost 9 p.m. Where are you going to buy food? And our delivery trucks are grounded. Even if you buy it, how do you transport it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on! You’ve got Captain America, two top agents, Spider-Man, and Iron Man. Can’t you just carry a few groceries?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours later, everyone flew back, laden with bags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark never imagined the first mission of the superhero team would be: rushing to the nearest supermarket, buying a mountain of food, then flying home each carrying dozens of shopping bags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark flew while muttering: “Damn it, my fans must never see Iron Man like this. Please, am I some babysitter robot? Or a housewife’s rice cooker?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d barely finished speaking when flashbulbs exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, the front page of The New York Times showed Iron Man dangling from a dozen shopping bags, while two figures soaring between skyscrapers carried massive household-sized food packages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pepper, on the top floor of Stark Tower, screamed at Stark: “You damn useless busybody!! The high-gluten flour you bought turned every employee’s bread and cake into rubber bands!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1725,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","47cbe7097054dccc71368fa8313ec2ce4c9cb186de700c40709573cd11c3dcca","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-35","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-33",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]