Under countless admiring gazes, the little robot successfully brought back Heisenberg's braised pork hock.
The dishes floated through the air and, under Heisenberg's direction, settled onto the table in their proper categories.
"Excuse the display, Bruce. Tonight, let's try some of China's hearty dishes.
"While Chinese cuisine's refined dishes are more exquisite than those anywhere else in the world, I prefer these simple, pure delicacies!"
As he spoke, the braised pork hock made its grand entrance. Perhaps because a god had placed the order, the chef had put extraordinary care into preparing it!
So much care that Heisenberg actually started drooling.
The golden-brown skin wrapped around translucent white meat, crystal-clear yet as springy as jelly.
One bite with his chopsticks sent a rush of tenderness through him that made his heart race.
Stuffing a mouthful of hock into his mouth, Heisenberg nearly rolled his eyes in bliss.
Then he scooped up some rice, put it into his mouth, and began chewing with a face full of happiness.
Watching the Sun God act so down-to-earth, Mera blankly picked up her chopsticks and hesitated for a moment.
"Was it really that good?"
"Of course. This dish's heat control and flavor are clearly outstanding, and the oil and fat also provide the body with energy.
"For an ordinary person like me, as you call me, high-energy food suits me very well, so I'll have a taste first!"
Bruce promptly reached for his chopsticks as well. As Batman, learning to use chopsticks was incredibly simple.
Chopsticks were no challenge for Mera or Clark either. None of them were ordinary people; even if they were placed at an operating table and told to perform surgery, they could practically handle it with ease.
That was where superhumans like superheroes were truly powerful.
And what made superheroes