The next day it was early in the morning as usual, and Shane walked into the restaurant.
Mal, who was sweating on the treadmill last night, was already busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. When he saw Shane coming in, he quickly brought out the carefully prepared breakfast.
Originally, the logistics and technical consultant assigned by Justice League to Teen Titans was Cyborg. However, due to the patch incident after Flash woke up, Cyborg estimates that he has been busy in the past few months collecting data on changes in the world.
As for Chronos, that guy has not fully passed the political review process of Justice League.
So Shane told Mal about this matter yesterday and asked him to be responsible for three meals a day for all members of Teen Titans in the next period of time.
Originally, Shane was going to give Mal an additional payment of US$300 for the extra work, but Mal actually refused.
Shane didn't ask much. After all, this young man has a good face and is willing to work. It is a good thing after all.
I have to say that he appreciates Mal even more.
This appreciation has continued from last night until now.
Because he saw the food served by Mal after working for a long time.
Well, a big tray of toast and baked beans with tomato sauce that had been heated out of the can.
The drinks are mixed juices taken directly from the kitchen refrigerator.
Mal even asked Shane with a sense of accomplishment, how do you feel about his specialty dishes?
"At home, my sister especially likes to eat the dishes I cook."
Shane's mouth finally couldn't stop twitching.
He forgot one thing, Mal is a pure United States person, or the kind of standard United States poor person who can only be seen in movies and TV series in his previous life.
The middle-class white people's food is hard enough, but the lower-class people are even more difficult to deal with.
But this guy doesn't feel like he's dealing with it yet.
If it weren't for the foreshadowing of past life memories, Shane would never agree that heating cans in a microwave can be called a specialty dish."
Oh, even toasting the bread is done by the bread machine.
The big tray of stuff in front of me is neither good nor good at cooking.
And the cold juice just taken out of the refrigerator is paired with this big basin of steaming stuff.
Barely controlling his desire to complain, Shane picked up a piece of bread, spread some baked beans on it with the matching knife, put it in his mouth and took a bite.
Chewed it tentatively.
What kind of garbage is this?
Shane could even swear that the last time he felt this bad was during the six months of extreme training and eating bugs on that unknown planet.
Seeing the astronomical amount of money Batman promised to transfer every month, Shane almost wanted to cook in person every day from now on.
"It tastes very good. Your sister must be very lucky to have such a diligent brother like you."
For the special code, observe it for a day. If you cook like this at noon and evening, Shane feels that you have to quickly think of a reason to replace Mal's position in the kitchen.
Watching Instructor, who was no less than a bole to him, chewing slowly and carefully tasting his dishes with a slight frown on his face, Mal couldn't help but reveal a heartfelt smile.
He was already grateful to Instructor in his heart, and silently thought that it would be the happiest thing if he could be responsible for the Titans Base kitchen for the rest of his life.
He picked up the water glass that had begun to condense and swallowed the stuff in his mouth with the mixed juice. Shane directly held the piece of bread and stood up and walked to the elevator.
"I'll wait for you at the training ground first - remember to give me the list of guys who haven't had breakfast."
As soon as the elevator door closed, Shane lowered his head, stared, and directly used the low-end version of gold Heat Vision to turn the things in his hand into smoke.
He clapped his palms, and with a beep, Shane walked out of the elevator.
Then he saw Tim, who had already changed into Red Robin uniform, standing in the center of the training ground with his hands behind his back.
A little surprising.
It's only around five o'clock in the morning, and wasn't this guy still competing with Mal in the mountain climbing race last night?
"It seems that the life schedule in Batcave is very disordered."
Tim did not answer these words, but from the slight shaking of the goggles, he had already given his own answer.
Shane probably knew that Tim must also have the eavesdropping device of that dank old man, so he didn't follow him to complain about Batcave.
"Did you have breakfast on the fifth floor?"
"No, Instructor."
"Training hasn't started yet, so there's no need to be so restrained. You can wait until later to get ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, Red Robin's straight waist collapsed instantly.
"To be honest, Instructor, after the game with Mal ended last night, I found out that he was in charge of today's breakfast."
Red Robin finally started to talk more and more.
As the one with relatively weak combat ability among all Robin, Red Robin has foresight on many things.
This is not only reflected in tactical and technical research.
This kid went to Mal's dormitory last night and ate some snacks that Mal brought from home."
A poor boy definitely cannot afford the high-end packaged goods in convenience stores. The so-called snacks are vegetable biscuits that Mal processes at home.
Poor Mal thought he had made friends, but Red Robin got up early the next day and went to the kitchen after tasting the vegetable biscuits made by Mal.
Not only did he cook himself a hearty and nutritionally balanced meal for normal white people, but after he finished enjoying it, he tidied up the kitchen and dining room as if no one had been there.
Even the frozen steak packaging bags left by Shane last night were disposed of.
Shane feels like he suddenly has a deeper understanding of the third generation Robin.
I'm afraid this kid is not as obedient as the one I saw in Batcave before.
After finishing their simple chat, the two of them continued to wait.
When welcoming guests at the door yesterday, Shane had already reminded everyone of the gathering time for the next day. In the evening, he also used his own authority to pull the communication devices distributed to others into a chat program.
Then I reminded him again in Communicator before going to bed.
However, these boys were not as annoying as Shane imagined. Although there were differences in order, they all arrived at the training ground on time.
Of course, most people are as good as food.
I think I was shocked by Mal's breakfast.
Rachel also sent a special message to Shane, telling him that he went back to Shane's dormitory and took out a piece of dried fish to eat.
Even Cassandra's face is full of pain. Although she is the problem Girl, she seems to be adopted by the Batman Family pitifully. However, one of her biological parents is a world-class killer, and the other is from the same country as Shane in her previous life.
A country that has high standards for delicious food.
The only exception was Mia. This girl came up together with Mal, and when she came up she was holding a piece of bread spread with baked beans.
However, Mia completely ignored Chef Mal's earnest request for evaluation. After seeing Shane waiting at the training ground, he silently folded the bread, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.
Finally, Shazam stepped in.
Not only did he not have the consciousness to step on the spot, he stood on the same level as Shane as soon as he came over, and gave a speech enthusiastically to the crowd of Teen Titans.
"Guys! Although this is the first time we have met, I believe we will all get along in the future——"
"Go down."
Shazam turned around in shock and looked at Shane with an expression of disbelief.
"What did you say?"
Shane glanced at the time on his phone, and his face was not at all as peaceful as when he was chatting with Red Robin just now.
He looked coldly at the unknown Shazam, and the violence in his eyes gradually began to rise.
"Go down and stand with them. Don't make me repeat it a third time."