"Hey, Tony, Leo's upstairs. We're having dried-tangerine-peel chicken over rice for dinner tonight!" Pepper looked at Tony, who was still focused on making the parts for the right leg.
Hearing Pepper's voice, Tony quickly covered the parts. "Hey, Pepper, why are you back so early?"
"Tony, I don't care what you're doing, but you still have to eat dinner. I might be very busy these next few days and may not make it back, so take good care of Leo."
Pepper did not care what Tony was trying to hide and placed the packaged dinner on the table.
"That's strange. You never used to say things like that to me. Now that Leo's here, you want me to take care of him?" Tony kept grumbling.
"I say that all the time, okay? Besides, Leo's still a child. He's only eleven. Why did you let him stay here? They can't even deliver a pizza this far out." Pepper turned and walked away.
"Other than his body, what about him looks eleven? He's practically an old monster!" Tony opened the meal box and sat in his chair, complaining.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., remind me if anyone approaches. This is a secret mission!"
"Yes, sir."
In the hall, Pepper and Leo ate dinner together. Looking at the simple meal, Leo sighed with emotion.
"So even billionaires live such plain and unadorned lives?"
Pepper looked at the small Leo and said with a smile, "What did you expect? They eat three meals a day. Tony doesn't like hiring a chef to cook at home. Aside from occasionally eating at hotels, he usually keeps things very simple."
"It's fine. I'm just making an observation, hehe!" Leo shifted his butt, feeling the softness of the couch, and smiled.
"Leo, you're really amazing. Tony has never let anyone stay