Stark Industries.

Standing in front of the food truck, Tony looked at the busy figure in the car, and the expression on his face couldn't help but be a little dazed.

Two days ago, he was struggling to survive in the desert of Afghanistan.

Now, it's back in the bustling metropolis of New York.

Feeling the noise around him, Tony subconsciously took a deep breath, pulled his thoughts back, and said to the figure in the food truck.

"One serving, no, three parts of golden ratio roasted wheat."

Hearing the somewhat familiar voice coming from the front of the fast food truck, [Xie Lu] couldn't help but pause the movements of his hand, and subconsciously raised his head to look.

"Well, was it surprised to see me?"

Facing [Xie Lu]'s gaze, Tony spread his intact arms and said with a look of surprise.

"It's really a bit of a surprise," silently retracted his gaze, [Xie Lu] refocused his attention on the dough in his hand, "I didn't expect you to be able to come back alive." ”

"Trust me, I'm just as surprised as you are."

This trip to Afghanistan was definitely impressive for Tony, and it also deeply changed a part of his heart.

"But before that, can you get my siu mai ready, after all, there's something more important waiting for me to do later."

Reaching out and picking up the roasted wheat that [Xie Lu] had placed in front of the fast food truck, Tony used his only normal arm to take out a roasted wheat from it with difficulty and put it into his mouth.

Feeling the rich taste coming from his mouth, Tony nodded subconsciously: "To be honest, in those bad days in Afghanistan, siu mai was also one of the driving forces that could support my survival. You're not a good person, but you do have a knack for cooking. ”

[Legend from Tony Stark +120]

Although this experience in Afghanistan has changed some parts of Tony, there are also some parts that cannot be changed.

However, for the sake of legend, Li Ran still generously chose not to bother with him.

Swallowing the dates and sending all three servings of siu mai into his stomach, Tony patted his lower abdomen, feeling the rare feeling of fullness in the past three months, and turned around to leave.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, [Xie Lu] in the fast food truck suddenly spoke.

"How?"

Stopping, Tony looked at [Xie Lu] behind him in surprise.

"Welcome back." As he spoke, Xie Lu put a prepared snack on the rack in front of the food truck.

"What is this?"

Looking at the strangely shaped dishes in front of him, Tony subconsciously raised his eyebrows and habitually refused: "Actually, I'm already full, so you don't need to prepare anything for me in particular, and I won't be moved by your preparation, then again, what the hell is this?" ”

Jin smiled, it was just a very ordinary steamed bun dish.

"It's not ordinary at all." Looking at the grinning dishes in front of him, like smiling faces, Tony subconsciously complained.

"Anyway, I've already done the cooking, so it's up to you if you want to."

Throwing out such a sentence, [Xie Lu] immediately returned his attention to the food in his hand.

He raised his eyebrows, glanced at the strange food in front of him, and finally hesitated for a moment but reached out to pick it up.

"Sir."

Walking into Stark Industries after a long absence, Tony saw Harpy standing at the doorway and asked.

"How's it going, Harpy."

"Miss Pepper has already done what you asked me to do and prepare for the press conference." In reply, Harpy noticed what Tony was holding in his hand and subconsciously asked, "Sir, what are you holding in your hand?" ”

"Oh, this," Tony replied, turning his head and gesturing to the food truck not far away, "The one who delivered it to me, what, you want to eat?" ”

"If you can."

Looking at the food in Tony's hand, Harpy couldn't help but swallow.

"It's all for you." Seeing this, Tony didn't think much about it, and directly handed the gold in his hand to the driver.

"Tony!"

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw Obadiah, the big bald head, coming over with a smile on his face.

"I thought you'd go to the hospital first." The two hugged for a moment, and Obadiah said with a look of surprise.

"I was going to go, but I refused."

Ending the hug, Obadiah asked, looking at the layout in the hall.

"What's going on, I heard Pepper say you want to have a press conference right away, Tony, you don't need to be in such a hurry."

"I'm not in a hurry at all." Tony's face was firm: "Actually, I've been thinking about this press conference for a long time. ”

"Well, since you insist."

Seeing Tony's firm attitude, Obadiah's heart was a little uneasy, but he still pretended to give in.

After a brief exchange, Obadiah turned to greet the crowd at the press conference, and Tony breathed a sigh of relief, turning his head to see Harpy munching on the bun he had just given him behind him.

Looking at his appearance of swallowing dates, Tony's face that was originally indifferent to this dish changed slightly, and he couldn't help asking, "Harpy, how does it taste?" ”

"It's delicious, sir."

"Can you give me a taste?"

"Of course, sir, but there is only one last one left."

[Legend from Harpy Hogan +50]

[Legend from Tony Stark +100]

……

Stark Industries, ground floor lobby.

A large number of journalists appeared here, and as Tony Stark's first appearance since his escape from Afghanistan, there was a great deal of interest from the news media community. They are desperate to know how Tony Stark survived in Afghanistan during these three periods.

Pepper stood outside the media crowd and looked at Tony, who was surrounded by everyone on the podium, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the preparation time was a bit hasty, she still did a good job of completing the things Tony had explained.

"Miss Potts."

It was at this moment that a somewhat unfamiliar voice sounded beside Pepper.

Pepper turned her head and saw a man in a suit standing beside her.

"Can I talk to you a few words?" Looking at the secretary in front of him, Agent Phil continued.

"Sorry, I'm not going to be involved in the next Q&A."

"I'm not a journalist." Shaking his head, Agent Phil introduced himself, "I'm Agent Phil Coulson, and I'm part of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. ”

"What a tongue-twisting name."

"I know."