Peter, who was baking toast, quickly turned around and pulled Stark away from the pot, who was covering his hands. Stark grinned and looked at his hand. There were no obvious wounds on it, but the one just now was particularly painful.
"Calm down, sir, oil collapse is normal. Didn't I ask you to use a clamp to remove it?"
Stark felt sad again. He didn't know that the oil would collapse. Thinking that it was such a small sausage and needed tongs, he took the sausage bag and squeezed it in. His hand was very close to the pot, even if it didn't collapse very much.
It was terrible, and I was burned two or three times.
Peter stood aside and sighed, flipping the sausages in the pot with tongs, and said: "In the beginning, I didn't know how to cook. I basically ate whatever my uncle, aunt, and Dr. Schiller cooked."
"But later, my aunt got older and could cook some simple dishes, but she had to ask for my help for things like Thanksgiving dinner."
"At first I had no idea and made a mess in the kitchen, but then I discovered a secret to cooking..."
"What is it?" Stark's eyes lit up again.
"I found that cooking is the same as doing experiments." Peter smiled and said: "You can try to search for recipes on the Internet, and then reproduce the recipe with the same attitude as replicating the experiment, but it may not be as good in the end.
It’s edible, but it’s definitely not unpalatable, and it’s safe enough.”
Stark thought about it, and then he took out his mobile phone. He said: "Pepper's breakfast is very good, but I think it is a bit too light. I still prefer cheese sandwiches or cheeseburgers. You can also search for this online.
Got the recipe?"
"Of course you can, and you must search for the detailed formula. The various ingredients must be accurate to the number of grams, and the oil temperature also has specific numbers. As long as you follow the steps and quantities, there will be no problems."
"What if the recipe doesn't taste good?"
"Then I have to find something delicious next time." Peter shrugged and said, "Cooking experience is also very important."
Stark searched for a long time, hesitated to speak, and looked back at Schiller. He moved to the island table, half of his body pressed on the island table, facing Schiller who was browsing a short video.
explain.
"Well, I remember the cheese and beef sandwich you made last time was delicious. What recipe did you use?"
Schiller glanced at him from above his phone and said, "Do you need a recipe for a cheesesteak sandwich? If you don't like it, I won't make this kind of white man's rice."
"Hey, you can't belittle it like that!" Stark said with great dissatisfaction: "Cheese and beef are a match made in heaven! There is no better combination than them!"
"Then you can eat my stewed tomato beef brisket too."
Stark was speechless.
Schiller put away his cell phone and stood up. Peter just took the sausages out of the pot. Schiller touched his arm lightly and said, "Give it to me."
Peter moved out of the way, and Schiller took the pot away and cleaned it, then went to the plastic bag next to it and took out a piece of beef, took a meat grinder and put it in, and put a little salt and allspice in it.
"Wait a minute." Stark suddenly said: "How many grams of salt should be added here? I'll note it down..."
"How many grams?" Schiller looked down at the meat grinder and said, "Just put in some, you don't have to put in too much, the cheese is salty anyway."
Stark was dumbfounded. He said, "How much can you put?"
Schiller picked up the salt shaker next to him, poured it into his other hand twice, and said, "That's about it."
Stark came over and took a look. There were some fine grains of salt in Schiller's hand. He took the electronic scale next to him, grabbed Schiller's hand and poured the salt on it, and finally weighed 7 grams.
He took out his mobile phone and started recording, "How much did that piece of beef just weigh?"
Peter directly picked out the packaging that Schiller threw into the trash can and showed the grams on it to Stark.
Schiller rolled his eyes, took out the oil bottle and put a little olive oil into the meat being stirred, and Stark rushed over to see the grams of oil.
Schiller took out a small basin from the cabinet and peeled off the plastic wrap. Inside was his own fried pepper oil. He scooped out two small spoons with a small spoon. Stark even carefully recorded the contents of the spoon.
size.
After the meat filling is ready, heat the pan, lightly apply a layer of oil with an oil brush, shape the beef into a patty and fry it until golden brown on both sides and reddish in the middle, then place it on the bread slices.
Put a slice of cheese on top while it's still hot, sprinkle some grated cheese, then chopped basil and black pepper, and then spread a layer of fried onions that were not used yesterday.
After covering it with another piece of bread, put on layers of vegetables, starting with two slices of lettuce, then onions and blanched mushroom slices.
Take out the cheese sauce from the refrigerator, pour it into an iron spoon, put it on the fire and heat it slightly, pour it on, cover it with the last piece of toasted brown bread, and finally sprinkle with a little white sesame seeds.
"Oh my god, what smells so good?" Wanda's eyes were still closed, and she had already floated down the stairs.
"Hey, you came just in time." Stark became excited again and said, "Of course it's Stark's favorite beef cheese sandwich!"
"Yes, I smell the aroma of cheese." Wanda opened her eyes slightly, stared at Stark and said, "Can you make sandwiches? Why did Jarvis never tell me?"
Stark was a little embarrassed and said: "I didn't do it, I just love to eat."
"Only the most incompetent scientists would put their own names in front of other people's research results." Reed walked in holding on to the door frame, obviously he had finished vomiting.
Susan looked at his back with a worried look, but she was still attracted by the movement in the kitchen. At this time, Schiller had already made three sandwiches.
"God, you got up so early to make breakfast! Doctor, you made yesterday's dinner. Isn't this a bit too hard?"
Schiller had only one thought at this time, no wonder Franklin wanted to bind his mother.
Then Susan came over and said, "I can cook too, so let me help you. How about a simple arugula and green salad?"
"It couldn't be better, ma'am." Schiller made room for Susan.
But in fact, the kitchen of Stone House is very large. It is not a problem for five or six people to stand from the kitchen to the island. The preparation of hot dishes and cold dishes does not interfere with each other, and there are several places for preparing ingredients.
Now Peter is responsible for helping them prepare ingredients, that is, chopping vegetables for salads and preparing vegetables for sandwiches. When Matt and Erica wake up, they also join in the cooking.
Don’t think there are too many people. In fact, if you weren’t a professional chef, you would have to have so many people working together to satisfy the needs of so many people. What’s more, one or two of them are uncles and the food they cook is not delicious.
They don't eat at all.
Susan asked Wanda to help taste the dressing of the salad. After the two discussed for a while, they improved the sauce and divided the salad into two flavors. One used sour cream dressing to make it richer, and the other was more refreshing.
After Steve woke up, he started making coffee for everyone. When Susan saw him, she smiled and said, "Oh, our Mr. Coffee."
As Steve picked the beans, he said, "Don't say that, ma'am, it's nothing compared to what you do."
"Actually, I used to be the best coffee lady in our project team. Let me see what beans there are." Susan put down the finished coffee.
Steve was a little embarrassed because he didn't realize that Susan was joking. He then remembered that calling others "Ms./Mr. Coffee" in this day and age is actually sexist, a bit similar to mocking others for their appearance.
If you say it in a teasing tone, you are actually complimenting others on their good looks.
But in fact, in Steve's era, "coffee lady" was really the title of a position. Women in that era had few job opportunities and were not allowed to perform important work. They could only serve as coffee makers and waiters in the office.
Errand work.
And Susan was a blonde. In that era, the discrimination against beautiful women with blonde hair was particularly serious. It was almost considered to be synonymous with stupidity. It was even so serious that as long as a woman with blonde hair had no chance of promotion, she could only be a job.
Vase, if she had a sexier figure, she would be thought that job opportunities are obtained through sex.
Susan deliberately called Steve that, actually to tease him about how sexy he is, but Steve answered seriously. Fortunately, Susan teased herself again and resolved the embarrassing situation, otherwise the atmosphere would definitely have dropped to freezing point.
.
In fact, after being back for such a long time, Steve has adapted to most aspects of life, but he still can't react to some of the small details of the differences in the times during the chat.
This is also an important reason why he doesn’t want Captain America to appear in public too much. Captain America is a symbol of the times. He still has countless fans. He is worried that some of his old and outdated understandings will affect his fans, thereby hurting them.
to some people.
They selected two kinds of beans and put them in different machines. Soon the aroma of coffee permeated the entire building.
It's actually a bit strange. The aroma of cooking can only spread up to one floor, but the aroma of coffee can spread far and last longer.
Most of the people who were still awake were up and drooling over the rich breakfast. Most of them were suffering from hangovers. Peter said to Schiller: "Doctor, do you have any spiked drinks?"
Can I have a few more drinks?"
"No problem." Schiller said, "I've prepared it a long time ago. It's under the bar. You can go get it yourself."
The drinks were served on the table, and everyone felt better after drinking them. However, there was no golden apple in their drinks, but some analgesic drugs.
After all, Schiller was sure that Peter could digest the power of the golden apple very well, but ordinary people might not be sure. If he took a bite of the golden apple and his whole body started to glow, he couldn't hide it.
In fact, Schiller's original intention of hiding it from them is very simple. There are many virgins among superheroes, and people who can fall in love with superheroes and start a family have some of this attribute.
They will feel that if ordinary people don't have such opportunities, they shouldn't have them, or they feel that if there is such a magical thing, it should be used to save people who are in more pain, rather than wasted on them.
So if they knew the truth, they probably wouldn't eat it, at least Peter wouldn't accept it, and Gwen would probably be upset too. She might even want to give it to her father, but even if it was for George, she would have to hide it from him.
Otherwise, George probably wouldn't eat it.
This is the trouble with being friends with superheroes. Each of them has an almost paranoid self-sacrifice mood and cannot even think rationally in this regard. As a psychiatrist, you must be careful and always remain cautious.
After breakfast, Peter took Gwen to the backyard to show off his recovery abilities, and the trampoline that had just been modified by Pikachu and Rocket Raccoon came in handy.