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"It's me... Peter Parker!"
As he walked through the door, Peter's lips twitched at the teasing remarks directed at him. He couldn't exactly praise his current appearance; in fact, it was quite the opposite. This look was likely to stick with him for a while.
"Peter? Spider?" Chen Fan blinked in surprise. The current Peter had a certain look of genetic mutation about him.
His face, a mix of blue and purple hues, still faintly resembled his former self from a few days ago. If one didn't look closely, it would be hard to connect him with the rather handsome Big Boy.
Looking at Peter now, Chen Fan recalled a saying.
"I'll beat you so badly that even your mother won't recognize you!"
Peter was now the perfect embodiment of that phrase. If he were to return home in this state, his aunt would likely kick him out, probably followed by a friendly inquiry: "Who the hell are you?"
Natasha turned her head back, smiling gracefully. Was that abstract expression on Peter's face her masterpiece?
"Coach... you're here too!" Peter shot Natasha a resentful glance. Her elegant demeanor was quite far from the memory he had of her as a human Tyrannosaurus.
Originally, the rule was to avoid hitting faces when fighting, but in front of this sexy coach, it had clearly turned into hitting only faces. Of course, Peter wouldn't admit that his current state was due to some sneaky antics during training sessions.
As for the unexpected developments unfolding before him, Chen Fan was utterly stunned, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two. There was definitely something suspicious going on!
A coach?
Hehe...
"Natasha, the Black Widow, has actually become Spider-Man's new training coach?"
What the hell, writer? Did you secretly change the plot? Does the director know about this?
My heart is empty tonight!
"Peter, are you here for breakfast? The cafeteria is next door; you've come to the wrong place!" Natasha pointed calmly to the adjacent cafeteria. She had no feelings for Peter; she absolutely wouldn't play around with someone so much younger.
Peter's cheeks twitched, and he was oblivious to the pain that accompanied it.
When he entered, he saw the sign hanging on the door that read "Restaurant." Now he was being told that the cafeteria was next door. Was this some kind of emotional manipulation?
"Coach! Someone's breaking the rules. Uh, I mean, isn't this a restaurant? Can't we eat here?" Peter scratched his head, glancing at the sign outside and nodding lightly with a confident expression. My IQ hasn't dropped today!
On the table, a plate of fragrant fried rice wafted an enticing aroma. Peter was already captivated by the golden grains; what kind of dish was this? It smelled incredible! So tempting!
"Heh heh—."
Natasha chuckled lightly, her gaze fixed on Chen Fan as she awaited his response. At the same time, she watched Silphy slowly savoring her serving of egg fried rice, and a surge of irritation rose within her. Was there really a need to torture someone like this?
You've been eating that plate of fried rice for half an hour and haven't even finished half of it...
Is this really okay?
In the restaurant, an invisible tension began to rise, causing fine beads of sweat to form on Chen Fan's brow. He hesitated for a moment and, adhering to the concept of sending away bad luck, reached out toward the green bills on the table.
The atmosphere was unbearable; if it continued like this, Chen Fan felt he might be silenced for good!
As he watched the stack of cash being grasped by a pair of delicate white hands, Natasha's expression softened, and she broke into a smile. This took Peter by surprise; the young Big Boy felt a stir of emotions within him. He discreetly touched his nose, relieved that he wasn't bleeding.
In a corner, about a hundred meters away in the restaurant, at a large table surrounded by seven or eight people, Kitch flashed a bright smile that dazzled everyone around him.
"Hand over the money!"
Chef Kaich was in high spirits; he felt that tonight could lead to extra servings and even a chance to invite a few girls for some fun!
"How could that old witch Natasha take him down! That ghost head is so unreliable!" Big Baldy rubbed his bald head, feeling a mix of disappointment as if he had not only lost his hair but also his wealth.
"A thousand Three Hundred Thousand US Dollars down the drain!" Gentleman, wearing glasses, complained. This was awkward; he had lost money meant for instant noodles and ham this month and would have to settle for noodles with eggs.
"A trap! A huge trap!"
"Let's go again; this time let's bet on whether Spider can eat!"
"What are we betting on? That broke Peter can't afford a ten-thousand-dollar fried rice? I’d dare to bite this table and swallow it whole!"
"Heh heh—I'm out this round!" Big Baldy concluded.
In the corner, the crowd began to gather for gambling, completely unaware of the happenings inside the restaurant.
After receiving the payment, Chen Fan began cooking for Natasha. He had a strong intuition that if he didn't send this old lady away, there would be a fire in the backyard...
This wasn't the first time such a situation had occurred.
It seemed that Silphy and Natasha simply did not get along. Although the two women appeared to be getting along peacefully at the moment, it was only because Silphy was currently focused on cooking. Otherwise, her modified version of the electric shock gun would definitely unleash Pikachu's signature move.
...
Peter had never felt so embarrassed before. Sitting at the same table as two stunning beauties, he felt like a ghost, completely invisible.
The women's attention was either on the fried rice or on the cooking utensils used to prepare it. Here he was, a living Big Boy, being utterly ignored.
Wait? Who was that ghost cooking?
Peter snapped out of his self-pity and realized that the boy, who had height issues, was standing on a thirty-centimeter stool, seriously handling the ingredients on the countertop. He looked quite professional.
"Why are you the one cooking? Where's the chef?" Peter stepped up to the counter and asked with eyes wide open in disbelief.
This was neither scientific nor magical; he couldn't believe that the plate of fried rice that had impressed him came from this fool in front of him!
"Natasha, someone is interrupting my cooking!" Chen Fan pouted and disdainfully glanced at Peter, who looked utterly confused. Your coach has already been bribed by me; how dare you show off in front of me?
"Peter!"
Natasha said coldly, her eyes flashing with a fierce glint. The delicious food was right in front of her, and if someone ruined it, she felt she would go insane. As for what she might do if she lost her mind...
Hehe, Natasha estimated that a few people would probably meet their end. As for who among them would be so unfortunate, it all depended on luck!
"Coach, I... I want to eat!" Peter managed to squeeze out this heart-wrenching statement.
"The cafeteria is next door!" Natasha snorted coldly.
"This... isn't this the restaurant?" Peter murmured, his voice low. The lingering aroma that danced at the tip of his nose was the reason he was reluctant to leave. "I want the same dish as Sister Silphy!"
Finally stepping out, Peter wiped the sweat from his brow. He recalled how just a few days ago he could stroll through the city with ease, effortlessly taking down criminals with a wave of his hand. Now, however, he felt as timid as a mouse before a cat. This suffocating feeling reminded him of a saying:
The baby feels bitter inside, but the baby cannot...
"Do you want egg fried rice?" Chen Fan asked knowingly, recalling the fear he felt when their building was destroyed. Although he had made quite a profit from it, the inner turmoil still lingered.
"Is that a problem?" Peter rubbed his eyes and cautiously scanned the surroundings for any hidden traps. Hmm, good, no traps in sight. "But I don't want your cooking; just give me a portion of fried rice like Sister Silphy's!"
"This is what Young Master cooks!" Silphy said slowly after swallowing a mouthful of egg fried rice.
Peter swallowed hard; it looked delicious and smelled heavenly!
"Then... then give me a portion!" Peter stammered as he spoke, his gaze not on Chen Fan but fixed intently on Silphy. Ah! He felt healed!
"Ten thousand dollars!" Chen Fan's youthful voice carried a hint of coldness as his brows furrowed slightly. Hmm? Was that jealousy he was feeling?
Seeing his contracted Maid Sister being eyed by another man made Chen Fan realize just how much he cared!
"What? Ten thousand dollars? What does that mean?" Peter snapped back to reality, mainly because he had heard the word 'dollars.'
"The cost of the meal!" Natasha huffed lightly. She felt that her charm had been overshadowed by Silphy just now, and silently marked a big note on Peter's training plan.
"But isn't this a cafeteria? Isn't food supposed to be free?" Peter's eyes widened in confusion. "And... what kind of meal costs so much? Ten thousand dollars? Are you kidding me?"
Chen Fan shrugged, a mocking expression on his fair face. "The price of my cooking is exactly that. If you want to eat, fine; if you can't afford it, just turn left out the door. And remember, when you open the door, be careful—the doorknob costs three thousand dollars!"
"The cafeteria is next door!" Natasha said indifferently, opening her mouth slightly. How many times had she reminded this fool? Why couldn't he remember? It seemed like a lack of intelligence was a hard limit!
"The cafeteria is next door? Then what is this place?" Peter's head was spinning, mainly because he was bewildered by the price of the meal. When did money become so easy to make?
A ten-year-old boy could just move his hands and say it's ten thousand dollars!
Ten thousand dollars!
Peter recalled that his uncle's family earned only a few tens of thousands each month. Here, they could only afford a few plates of fried rice?
What has happened to this world?
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