When Hannibal sat back down at the dining table and looked at the hot, fragrant shredded chicken porridge in front of him instead of coffee and sandwiches, he couldn't help but think of what he wanted to do just now. Suddenly, he felt a little pain in his cheeks.
This was a slap in the face that came too quickly, like a tornado.
When Hannibal picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of porridge into his mouth, the soft and delicious rice porridge and the fresh, salty and tender shredded chicken made him forget the embarrassment of being slapped in the face. After swallowing the warm shredded chicken porridge down his throat, he felt warm all over.
As Issou saw, Hannibal didn't sleep well last night. The headache and irritation caused by insomnia made him look particularly bad when no one was around. However, after eating half a bowl of shredded chicken porridge, his face looked much better, and his originally tense nerves were also relieved.
At this moment, Hannibal didn't think about the reason for his insomnia. Or rather, he didn't have the mood to think about it at all. All he could think about was the moderately salty shredded chicken porridge. The taste was so delicious that he couldn't stop eating.
After the shredded chicken porridge in the thermos was in Hannibal's stomach, he was so satisfied that even his cold blue eyes were tinged with some warmth. He didn't look so gloomy anymore.
His gaze fell on the empty thermos, and he couldn't help but think of Issou, who greeted him energetically this morning. Suddenly, his eyes flashed.
Issou obviously didn't know about the series of events that happened at Hannibal's house, and he had no way of knowing what Hannibal was thinking. However, he could feel that when he saw Hannibal again, his attitude towards him seemed to be...
A little bit sincere.
Issou: "..."
This development was a little familiar.
It seemed that everyone who ate the food she cooked was like this.
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Empire State University.
"Hey, Peter."
Sitting in his seat, a chubby little tanned guy was using the table as cover and holding a tablet to browse the campus network. When he saw the headlines, he said to his deskmate, "Professor Moriarty is in the limelight today. I heard that a lot of people ran over to watch. Did you see it when you came?"
"What?" Peter Parker, who didn't know what was going on, had a blank look on his face. "Ned, what are you talking about?"
"You don't know?" Ned Leeds, the chubby little tanned guy, turned his head and looked at Peter. "Professor Moriarty became a visiting professor at our school this semester. I heard that many students in the mathematics department are going crazy."
Don't misunderstand, he wasn't about to explode from anger, but from excitement.
After all, there weren't many young, handsome, handsome, and classy professors.
"Are you Professor James Moriarty, author of Asteroid Dynamics?" Peter said, "I remember that when he was twenty-one years old, he published a paper on the binomial theorem, right?"
"That's right, it's him." Ned nodded and said, "I heard that our school offered Professor Moriarty an olive branch a long time ago, but he refused. Do you know why he agreed this time?"
Peter said, "Don't keep us guessing, Ned."
"Haha." Ned smiled, and his chin trembled. He said, "I don't know, but there are a lot of 'insiders'."
He emphasized the word "insiders". Obviously, he felt that these people's guesses were obviously unreliable, but he still casually picked an "insider" to talk to.
"This' insider 'said that he has an unreliable guess. Professor Moriarty agreed to be a visiting professor at our school because he tasted the chef of a new Chinese restaurant near our school."
"You call that 'unreliable'?" After Peter heard Ned's words, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth. "It sounds very unreliable, okay?"
"That's right." Ned nodded and said, "Many people said that his advertising placement was too rigid. It was a bad review, but …"
He scrolled down and saw the comments at the bottom. "Later, many people changed their minds and said that what he said was very reliable."
Seeing that Peter looked at him curiously, Ned didn't keep him guessing. He continued, "Because after they went to the Chinese restaurant and tasted it, they all felt that Professor Moriarty agreed to be a visiting professor at our school because of the food. This guess is completely correct. There's nothing wrong with it at all."
Peter: "…"
"Uh, is it really that good?" Peter didn't suspect that the owner of this Chinese restaurant hired an army of trolls because their campus network implemented real-name registration.
"Well …" Ned touched his double chin and said, "Let's try it at noon and find out."
Peter didn't have any objections to Ned's suggestion, so at noon, Peter and Ned went to "My Chinese Restaurant" according to the address on the campus network.
Since the day it opened, the business of the Chinese restaurant had been improving day by day. When Peter arrived today, the Chinese restaurant was almost full.
However, it was only almost full.
Clarice saw Peter and Ned standing at the door. She quickly welcomed them in and led them to the empty table. She asked, "Are there two of you?"
"Yes." Peter nodded and was led to an empty table by Clarice with Ned. After they sat down, each of them was given a menu. "This is the menu. You can take a look at what you want to eat first. I'll come back later to order for you."
As the only waiter in "My Chinese Restaurant", Clarice was so busy that she wished she had a clone technique instead of a door opening technique (…). After all, "My Chinese Restaurant" didn't have a take-out service for the time being, so the clone technique was more practical.
Clarice thought silently in her heart while she made tea for Peter and the others. After that, she hurried back to the table to continue ordering.
Because of the lack of manpower, Issou saw that Clarice was busy, so he simply served the dishes himself. When he passed by her, he whispered to her, "Don't worry, I'll order for that table."
With that said, Issou walked over to Peter's table, "Sorry to keep you waiting. What would you like to eat?"
Hearing this, Peter raised his head subconsciously. When he saw Issou in a chef's robe, he was stunned for a moment before he recognized her. After all, good-looking people weren't easy to forget.
It was just that he was the Spider-man that day, and today he was Peter Parker, so he didn't show any reaction that he had seen Issou before. The black-haired girl indeed didn't notice the difference in him.
However …
Ned asked, "Peter, which one do you want to order?"
Issou: "…???"
Peter?
Hearing Ned's words, Peter, who didn't know that he had attracted Issou's attention, discussed with his friends and began to order.
If Ned 'pig teammate' Leeds managed to make Peter lose 50% of his confidence by shouting his name, then Peter himself managed to make him lose 100% of his confidence.
After all, it had only been a few days. Just like how Peter still recognized Issou's face, Issou also remembered Peter's voice.
So …
He was the Spider-man!!?
Issou widened his eyes slightly and glanced at Peter subconsciously. With his slightly curly hair and big brown eyes, if one didn't know his other identity, he would look like a cute big boy.
Peter, who didn't know that he had completely lost himself, was now playing the role of a customer in front of Issou. After ordering, he handed the menu back to Issou, "Okay, that's all."
Issou took back the menu, "Okay, please wait a moment."
After Issou left, Ned looked at Peter and asked, "Peter, do you know her?"
Of course, he was referring to Issou.
Hearing this, Peter didn't try to hide it. He nodded and whispered, "Didn't I tell you before that I stopped a gunman from robbing a supermarket? She was there at the time. "
"Oh, I see." Ned suddenly remembered and lowered his voice, "How was it? She didn't recognize you, right? "
"Of course not," Peter said matter-of-factly, "My disguise was completely flawless."
Issou, who thought that Little Spider might have misunderstood the word 'flawless', "…???"
Little Spider, you've lost yourself the moment you opened your mouth!
Back to the topic, seeing that Peter pretended not to have seen him, Issou also played along and pretended not to recognize him. However, the size of the dishes served to Peter and Ned's table completely exposed her bias.
One of the customers sitting at the table next to Peter's table happened to be Eugene Thompson, who often bullied Peter in high school and became a hardcore fan of the Spider-man after the birth of the Spider-man.
Thompson, who didn't know that the Peter he used to bully was the Spider-man he now idolized, looked at the braised prawns on his table and then looked at the braised prawns on Peter's table.
The two servings of braised prawns were both bright red in color and smelled so fragrant that it made people drool. But the problem was —
Why was their braised prawns on the same size, while Peter's was extra large?!
Thompson asked. As a matter of fact, he wasn't the only one. Peter and Ned had also noticed the difference in the portions of the two servings of braised prawns.
Ned shot Peter a look —
Are you sure she didn't recognize you?
Peter gave his friend a blank look —
He wasn't sure now, okay?
As the initiator of bias, Issou didn't feel guilty at all when asked by Thompson. She held the tray in her arms, then pointed at Peter and said confidently, "I can't help it. Don't you think he has a particularly likable face?"
Issou said this openly without any ambiguity, but it was easy to tell that she really liked Peter.
Eugene, the most popular football idol, Thompson: "…???"
Who?
Who are you talking about?
Thompson subconsciously wondered if he recognized the wrong person. The person at the table next to him wasn't Peter Parker, but when he took a closer look —
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