The dining table was quiet.
Although there was no rule against talking while eating, they usually did not say much during meals anyway, at most exchanging a word or two about how the food tasted or their plans for the afternoon.
With two extra guests today, it was even quieter.
Nick Fury was busy stuffing food into his mouth. It was not as if he could not get authentic Huaxia cuisine elsewhere; S.H.I.E.L.D.'s cafeteria was decent enough, but compared with this spread Lin Hai had cooked himself, there was still a difference.
Besides, he really did not have the time or leisure to go looking for good food. So whenever he came to Lin Hai's place, he had the mindset of eating while he could, and his chopsticks kept picking up dish after dish from the table.
Steve was much the same.
The United States seventy years ago had not been like it was now, with food from all over the world available to choose from. And as a soldier, most of the time he had simply grabbed some dry rations on the battlefield and called it a meal.
A compressed biscuit and a canteen of cold water; if conditions were better, there might be a can of food. That counted as a rare treat.
So after picking up a piece of what was clearly braised pork rib, a dish that looked quite appetizing, the tender, flavorful meat and rich aroma made him immediately fall in love with it. Like Nick Fury, he then lowered his head and focused on eating.
Fortunately, Lin Hai and Peter had always been big eaters. Gwen, who had learned magic, and Harry, who conducted research every day while training his close-combat abilities, both ate far more than ordinary people as well.
So they always