Miles was staying with his friend Ganke's family. They were actually very nice to him. Mrs. Ganke cared for him like a mother, the way she would care for her own child.
The Gankes were Chinese American, but unfortunately, Mrs. Ganke's cooking skills were nothing like Chinese cooking. Although Ganke was a big, chubby guy, what he usually ate was either fried potatoes or stewed fatty meat—entirely high-calorie foods. The taste was nothing special.
So Little Black Spider was storming through the glass noodles in the Instant Hot Pot.
Su Ming opened a soda for him, handed it over, and patted his back.
"Slow down. No one's going to steal it from you."
Without even looking up, Miles pointed across the table. Deathstroke turned to look and found that Jessica and Skye were wolfing down food too, no slower than Spider-Man. The beef, lamb, and shrimp Deathstroke had prepared were visibly disappearing.
Only Loki sat with her arms folded, watching them with an almost-smiling expression.
"Wait, didn't we give you two snacks before we left?" Su Ming propped his head up with one hand and leaned sideways against the dining table in speechless disbelief.
"Snacks and meals go into two different stomachs. Slurp!" Jessica sucked in a piece of konjac, her tongue working rapidly.
"This is Miles's home. You're guests. How can you compete with the host for food?" Deathstroke could only take out more ingredients and put them back on the table.
Jewel tilted her head and thought for a second, then went back to swishing lamb in the broth. "As long as I don't treat myself like an outsider, it's fine."
"Hehe, I like that way of thinking." Loki twirled a lock of her long hair around her finger, looking pleased. "If you like something, you should take