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"This is a restaurant! Didn't it say so outside?"
The sarcastic tone rolled off Chen Fan's tongue. He wondered if Peter had somehow messed up his brain during his training with Natasha.
"Forget about him, just hurry up and cook!" Natasha shot a glance at Chen Fan. Just watching Silphy leisurely savoring her food made her furious.
Under the pressure, Chen Fan nodded and withdrew his gaze from Peter. Although he wanted to tease Spider-Man a bit more, the current situation was not optimistic. If Silphy finished her plate of fried rice...
Well, the restaurant would turn into a battleground!
Chen Fan's cooking lacked any spark. As soon as his hand touched the specially designed iron pan, visible purple electric arcs wrapped around it. In just a moment, the pan began to heat up, and a wave of intense heat radiated outward.
"Damn it, enough!" Peter exclaimed, looking bewildered. Indeed, this world had changed; even cooking had become so magical. What was that purple electric arc? Dynamic light waves? Electromagnetic waves? Gamma rays?
Hearing Peter's silly laughter, Chen Fan turned his gaze toward him. Seeing Spider-Man looking like he had been toyed with, a slight smirk appeared on his lips. Ha! Stunned, aren't you?
As the culinary genius of S.H.I.E.L.D., Chen Fan was not just for show. Besides making delicious dishes, the scene of his cooking was also unique. His power was thunder; in grand terms, anyone showing off in front of him would surely be struck by lightning. On a smaller scale, anything related to electricity was no problem for him!
The pot in Chen Fan's hand was a modified special product. As long as he input electricity into it, the entire pot would heat up. The more electricity he inputted, the higher the temperature would rise, and the cooking time could be controlled by the amount of energy he released.
The gamblers gathered nearby were stunned. Chef Kaich trembled as if he had been electrocuted. As a chef himself, he simply couldn't comprehend how one could cook just by holding a pot—what kind of black technology was this? Please, give me a dozen!
...
A fragrant aroma filled the entire restaurant as the dish cooked. Taking a deep breath, a tingling sensation surged through the air into his mouth, mixed with the aroma and faint electric stimulation coursing through his body, creating an indescribable feeling of comfort.
Moments later, under Peter's bewildered expression, the fried rice tilted out of the pan—golden in color and enticing in aroma. The surface of the dish shimmered with ghostly blue electric arcs; no matter how you looked at it, this was not normal cooking!
Who had ever seen glowing fried rice?
The electric sparks still flickered! What? Is this really food? Don't joke with me!
Peter was feeling this way, tangled and utterly conflicted. He wanted to stop Natasha from tasting the dish because he himself wanted to snatch a bite. However, after calculating their respective combat powers, Peter could only cast a pitiful glance at Yohou.
Ten thousand dollars? A broke loser with no money? He was still three hundred thousand dollars in debt to S.H.I.E.L.D.!
Looking at the masterpiece on the plate, Chen Fan wore a satisfied expression.
This aroma...
This sheen...
And this special effect...
It definitely surpassed the glowing dishes of the chef back home, but unfortunately, this was the Marvel Universe, and he couldn't compete with the chef.
Putting aside his unrealistic fantasies, Chen Fan pushed the dish toward Natasha, allowing the already eager Black Widow to fall into an abyss of culinary delight. When she awoke from her dream, Natasha would realize that this was indeed a trap—a trap that was hard to resist.
"Mr. Chen Fan, can I get it on credit?" Peter swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the plate of fried rice. This unknown fried rice dish had captured all his attention.
"This business does not offer credit!" Chen Fan glanced at Peter's foolish expression and waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a beggar.
What a broke loser, wanting credit?
He should take a look at whose shop this was!
Once Natasha received the dish, she began to savor it slowly. Only after tasting it did she understand that Silphy's leisurely pace wasn't mocking her; savoring this dish required time.
Filled with countless tiny electric currents, the fried rice had evolved from ordinary food into a high-level delicacy. With each bite, her body experienced a tingling sensation as if being shocked. The currents processed by Chen Fan not only posed no harm to the human body but also had a purifying effect.
So, the price of ten thousand dollars per share is not without reason!
Hearing Chen Fan reject his request, Peter's mouth twitched a couple of times. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if Chen Fan was targeting him, squeezing him, radiating a strong malice towards him at every moment!
"Young Master! It's time for school!" Silphy wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth and smiled at Chen Fan, ignoring everyone else.
"School? Ah... I don't want to go!"
Chen Fan slumped helplessly on the table. He had originally thought that coming to S.H.I.E.L.D. would allow him to avoid this annoying student life, but after confirming that he wouldn't misuse his abilities, the one-eyed director waved his hand, and Chen Fan was thrust back into the miserable life of a student.
"Young Master... if you don't go, Director Nick Fury will inform Madam, and then..."
Silphy smiled lightly. Before she could finish her sentence, Chen Fan stood up from the dining table.
"I'll go then!" He mumbled a few words, and despite his reluctance, he resigned himself to lift his head. Being a student was truly frustrating!
"Natasha washed the dishes after finishing her meal, and the kitchen needs to be tidied up too; otherwise, this will be your last taste of cuisine!" Before leaving the dining room, Chen Fan directed his words at Natasha, who was already lost in her food.
Only Chen Fan could send the formidable Black Widow off to wash dishes and clean the kitchen; no one else could pull that off.
As Silphy and Chen Fan left, Peter gazed at the empty plate left on the table. His eyes darted around; this was Silphy's used plate! Her used plate! Wait? Why was he feeling a bit excited?
...
As a man with an adult's soul facing the grind of student life, Chen Fan could only mask his bitterness with a frustrated expression. He didn't want this kind of daily routine!
"Ah! When will these days come to an end?" Chen Fan tilted his head back and silently shouted towards the distant teaching building.
When Chen Fan attended school, Maid Sister wouldn't follow him. It wasn't that Silphy didn't want to; it was that the school didn't allow it. To foster independence among students, family members were not permitted to accompany them. So during those eight years in middle school, Chen Fan had to navigate it all alone.
Friends?
"Damn it," Chen Fan thought, surrounded entirely by students. He didn't consider himself a pervert, nor did he have any interest in nurturing Lolis or Shota characters. Moreover, being around a bunch of brats was enough to make him feel irritated, let alone engage in any other form of communication.
The classroom was spacious and bright. As a prestigious school in New York, the campus was equipped with top-notch facilities that cost a fortune. It was true what they said: you get what you pay for. Even a tree in an inconspicuous corner of the school could fetch nearly a thousand dollars outside. By ordinary standards, this place was an elite institution.
No money? Forget about it!
During the first class, Chen Fan was forced to review basic arithmetic systematically. For someone who had barely missed the admission line for Tsinghua and Peking University, this was almost enough to bring him to tears.
After what felt like an eternity, the bell finally rang.
Chen Fan lazily rested his head on his desk. He didn't want to deal with those brats, but inevitably, one approached him. After all, Chen Fan had a cute face that seemed to appeal to both young and old alike.
"Chen Fan, do you have a girlfriend?" a certain Loli asked with wide, innocent eyes, as if afraid he would reject her with a good guy card.
"Lisa, I just want to focus on my studies right now. I won't consider dating until after college!" Chen Fan replied earnestly. The Loli was indeed adorable—blonde hair and blue eyes, with features so delicate she resembled a doll—but Chen Fan had no intention of breaking the law!
Getting involved with a Loli could lead to serious consequences—at least three years in prison, or worse!
"Oh!" The blonde Loli squinted her eyes shyly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she pouted. "Then can we be friends?"
"Sure, now we are friends!" Chen Fan's lips twitched slightly as he carefully considered that he probably hadn't committed any legal offense.
"Friends? Great! We're friends now!" The Loli beamed with joy. After all, weren't all relationships built on friendship? She pumped her fist in encouragement and asked, "After school, can you walk me home?"
What does she want? Chen Fan regarded the Loli warily.
"I want to invite you over to my house to play!" The Loli looked at him with sparkling eyes, her expression revealing a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"Let's talk about that after school; right now I just want some quiet time to read!" With a cute Loli showing interest in him, Chen Fan felt an odd sensation rise within him. He wasn't into Lolis; how could he possibly be lured by one?
"Oh... I won't disturb you while you're reading!" The little girl felt a bit down as she left Chen Fan's desk and returned to her own seat, occasionally casting mysterious glances in his direction.
"Hehe—congratulations on capturing an adorable little girl! And she's blonde with blue eyes too!"
A voice chimed in beside Chen Fan, giving him a strange feeling, especially with the way the person's lavender eyes sparkled, revealing a depth that belied her youthful appearance.
There was something similar about her, a shared quality; beneath the innocent facade lay the soul of an adult.
"I thought you wouldn't speak. I didn't expect your first words to be a jab at me!" Chen Fan replied calmly. This was the only person in the entire classroom who gave him an impression he couldn't quite decipher.
This wasn't just any human—or perhaps, not a human in the purest sense!
That was the definition Chen Fan had assigned to this classmate.
From the moment he laid eyes on her, he felt this way. He didn't feel the need to test her; as long as she didn't target him, Chen Fan wouldn't interfere with anyone else's life.
It was very much like walking on one's own narrow path while others walked their broad avenues.
However...
Since she had spoken up, Chen Fan's curiosity began to surface.
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