novelonline Chapter 2957 Leisure Time (27)
Chapter 2957 Leisure Time (27)
Chapter 2957 Leisure Time (Twenty-Seven)
Tim didn't completely trust Natasha's assurance. He was really like Batman. He had to know the principle behind this matter, otherwise he couldn't trust any definite answer.
But he knew that he didn't have much time left, as the party would start the day after tomorrow, and he had to find a way to get back to Schiller first.
After leaving SHIELD, Tim received good news from Pamela. Schiller took the initiative to find Pamela to confirm the status of the cabbage beater, and the two of them are now together.
Tim hurried over, but found that the meeting place was not in an apartment or office, but at the entrance of a department store.
Schiller and Pamela were standing at the door talking about something. When they saw Tim running over, they waved to him.
"You went to Nick's?" Schiller asked.
Tim's heart suddenly jumped. He did not forget that no matter which Schiller he was, he was suspected of having the ability to read minds. If he could see what he wanted to do, this thing would not succeed.
Schiller didn't dwell on this topic any further. He turned to Pamela and said, "So remember, choose small ones with white roots instead of yellow. The best ones are the ones that can smell the earth when you pick them up."
"what are you guys saying?"
Schiller waved his hand and walked towards another door of the supermarket, while Pamela and Tim turned around and walked back, which was the main entrance of the supermarket.
"We were tired of the food here, so Schiller decided to cook for himself. His new rental had a nice kitchen... He said there was a gas stove or something, but I didn't quite understand."
"So you guys are here to buy groceries?"
"Yes, he is going to the Chinese supermarket over there, and I will use my expertise to help him choose vegetables."
"What's your specialty?"
"I can tell the exact time of death of vegetables, so I can tell whether they are fresh or not."
"Then why do you still want him to give you guidance?"
"Vegetables don't know what they are called, so of course I had to make sure which kind of vegetables he wanted to buy. He asked me not to buy the big broccoli, but the small kind."
"What difference does it make?"
"Actually, they are two varieties, but I can't tell the difference." Pamela walked into the revolving door and began looking around for a shopping cart.
Although today was not the weekend, it was the rush hour after get off work and there were many people in the market. When they got there, there was only one cart left. Pamela took out a coin faster than anyone else and grabbed the last shopping cart.
They should have gone straight to the fruit and vegetable section, but in fact the supermarket was so big that they passed by many daily necessities sections.
Of course, they will buy snacks, and it can even be said that they have forgotten about buying groceries. Just like going to the supermarket countless times, they are dazzled by the huge and dazzling snack shelves.
"Are you the kind of person who leaves the fridge empty?" Pamela said as she picked up a bag of chips and looked at it.
"Alfred is in charge of the refrigerator, but I am the only one who has the right to open it at any time."
"why?"
"Because I'm the only one who won't mess up what he's packed." Tim shook his head and sighed, "Everyone else, including Bruce, will never put the remaining half bag of toast back to where it was originally."
"You like order, and so do I. How does cooking sound to you?"
Tim shrugged and said, "Dick likes that. He seems to have a lot of fun with it. I spend more time resetting the utensils, sometimes even to the point where Alfred can't stand it."
"Arrange the plates by color?"
"Same with beans."
"You have obsessive compulsive disorder."
"No, I'm talking about coffee beans," Tim said. "I can't accept mixing beans of different flavors together."
"You make it sound like you've been drinking coffee for years."
Then they walked to the instant coffee area, and Tim actually looked at the ingredient list seriously, stopping every few steps with a look of disgust on his face.
Pamela picked up two bags at random, and he looked down on them for a long time. Then they turned to look at the beans, and unsurprisingly, they didn't satisfy Tim either.
"I remember you had no interest in coffee before you met your counterpart," Pamela said with some confusion.
"When I found out they all liked coffee, I went back and did my homework," Tim said. "You can understand that in order to be sociable, our universe doesn't need more special beings."
"I see." Pamela said, "You just want the beings in other universes to think that at least you are normal when they find that everyone in our universe is a little different, so they will go find you."
"I am indeed the most normal one." Tim said, "I originally thought that I would find a soulmate in this world, but it turns out that every universe has its own madness. Gotham is a little special, but it's not that different."
“It’s hard to imagine what you’ve seen.”
The two of them quickly passed the snack area and began to look at the stationery area. This universe was of a later era than theirs, which meant that light industry was better developed, and there were all kinds of small things.
Although they were not here purely for tourism, they still wanted to bring back some souvenirs. After choosing for a long time, they finally came to the fresh food area.
Pamela seemed to really know the exact time of death of each vegetable, and she could always find the freshest one from a pile of vegetables.
The vegetables sold in organic supermarkets are not piled up scattered on the shelves, but are wrapped in plastic wrap and displayed on the shelves. Pamela searched for a long time before she finally found all the ingredients Schiller wanted.
They went to queue up to pay, but did not see Schiller. When they were leaving the house, they discovered that Schiller seemed to have been sitting in the car waiting for them for a while.
"If there hadn't been no movement, I would have suspected that you were going to save the world while shopping in the supermarket." Schiller came down, put the bags in their hands into the trunk and said, "This is why I don't go shopping with Spider-Man."
"Does he often save the world on the way?"
"Our world isn't that dangerous, but he will help all the people in the supermarket who can't carry the goods, adjust the positions of all the cleaning warning signs, restore all the fallen goods, and clean all the cameras..."
"It doesn't sound like a vigilante, but more like a volunteer cleaner."
"That was when he was a kid."
The car set off into the sunset. Perhaps because it had rained before, there were fiery clouds in the sky tonight. The whole world was filled with pink and purple light, as if it was about to burn.
"Have you been living with Spider-Man?" Pamela asked. "Like Bruce and his adopted kids."
"Pretty much. I opened a clinic in Hell's Kitchen before, and he came often. I would cook occasionally, and we would go shopping for ingredients together at the supermarket."
"He's definitely not the type to leave his fridge empty," Pamela said.
"On the contrary, he often overfills the fridge, leaving me with no place to put my food."
"Does he like to cook?" Tim asked.
"No, no." Schiller shook his head and said, "His mind changes too quickly. He always starts thinking about the next thing before one thing is completely finished. This makes it difficult for him to concentrate on cooking."
"But you can," Tim said.
"You think I'm passionate about cooking? Do I like cooking?" Schiller rolled his eyes and said, "Obviously it's because I'm really fed up with white people's food. I need to eat hot food right out of the pot, not cold sandwiches!"
Tim touched his nose. Well, he was a fan of white food. A sandwich at noon was good enough for him. Most of the time he would have a cup of coffee and some potato chips.
"There's no need to cook it yourself, you can just go to a Chinese restaurant." Pamela said, "There should be a lot of authentic Chinese restaurants in big cities on the East Coast."
"Yes, there are, but firstly it's too far and I can't go there every day. Secondly, not all of them cook to my taste."
Pamela was a little confused, and Schiller explained while driving: "China is very large, there are many different cuisines, and people from different places have different tastes."
"So what's your taste? Can you handle spicy food?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "I prefer lighter food, so I almost never drag you to eat hot pot. There are a few good Cantonese restaurants in Chinatown, but the owner of my favorite one closed down and handed it over to his son. Since then, I have never gone there again."
“It’s become unpalatable?”
"Not really, but it feels a little different than before." Schiller shook his head and said, "I think it's because I have a rich palate."
Tim calmly looked back at the ingredients in the trunk. He knew little about Chinese cuisine, so he took out his cell phone and started searching.
After several comparisons, he found that Schiller might want to make Cantonese cuisine because he saw vegetables that looked like water spinach, meat that looked like it was used for roast meat, and seasonings that might be used for steamed fish.
When Tim thought of this, he suddenly had an idea and remembered what Natasha had said before.
What could have made Schiller go to that party?
After thinking about it, he opened the address book on his phone and sent a message to Jason.
Jason was drinking coffee with Captain America and his classmates. After taking out his cell phone and reading Tim's text message, he was stunned.
Then he pulled Captain America over and said, "Have the people we sent to monitor the farm party investigated the ingredients they prepared?"
Captain America looked at him with a puzzled look, then said, "No, no, do you think someone would tamper with the ingredients?"
"I don't know, but Tim told me to check the menu and ingredients for the party. He's smart, and I don't think he would say that for no reason."
Captain America thought for a moment and confirmed Jason's guess. He also thought that Tim was a very smart person and would not speak without a purpose.
So he walked back to the table, patted the table and said, "Okay, kids, get ready to work. Closely monitor the food trucks entering and leaving Love Farm to see where they come from."
After the crowd dispersed, Jason said, "I think the chef is also a very important part. Do you know which chef team they hired?"
Captain America shook his head, patted Jason on the shoulder and said, "Then you will be responsible for investigating this. Come back and let me know when you find out."
Although Jason had little experience as a secret agent, he was still able to investigate such matters with ease. Even if he was afraid that someone would bribe the chef to poison the food and not release the names of the chefs, he could still tell what dish the chef cooked from the ingredients and the menu, and there were only a few famous chefs of this cuisine.
After some investigation, Jason discovered that the head chef of the chef team that prepared dishes for the Love Farm party was a well-known Cantonese chef from Hong Kong.
If I encounter a priest, I will burn the rope. If I encounter a priest, I will burn the rope. I really can’t play Hearthstone tomorrow!