Chapter 95 Gold Smiles

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 deserts of Afghanistan.

Now, it has returned to New York, a metropolis where people come and go.

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

"One serving, no, three servings of golden ratio shaomai."

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

"How about it, do you feel surprised to see me?"

To meet the gaze of [Xie Lu], Tony spread his intact arm and said with a look of surprise.

"It was indeed a bit of an accident," silently retracted his gaze, [Xie Lu] put his attention back on the dough in his hand: "I didn't expect you to be able to come back alive."

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

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

"However, before that, can you prepare my shaomai, after all, there is a more important thing waiting for me to do later."

Reaching out, he picked up the siomai that [Jie Lu] had placed in front of the food truck. Tony used his only normal arm to take out a siomai 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, shaomai was also one of the driving forces that could support my survival. Although you are not very good, But cooking does have a hand.”

[Famousness from Tony Stark +120]

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

However, for the sake of fame, Li Ran still chose not to care about him.

He swallowed all the three servings of Shaomai into his stomach. Tony patted his lower abdomen, feeling a rare feeling of fullness in the past three months, and turned around to leave.

"Wait a moment."

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

"how?"

Stopping, Tony looked at [Xie Lu] behind him with a surprised expression.

"Welcome back." Said [Xie Lu] and put a prepared snack on the shelf in front of the food truck.

"This is?"

Looking at the weirdly shaped dishes in front of him, Tony raised his eyebrows subconsciously, and habitually refused: "Actually, I'm full, so you don't need to prepare anything for me, and I won't because of you. I was moved by the preparation, but then again, what is this?"

"Jin Jin smiled, it's just a very ordinary steamed bun dish."

"It's not ordinary at all, okay?" Tony muttered subconsciously, looking at the smiling faces of the cooks in front of them.

"Anyway, I've already prepared the cooking, whether you want it or not is up to you."

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

He raised his eyebrows, glanced at the weird dishes in front of him, and finally hesitantly reached out and picked it up.

"gentlemen."

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

"How's it going, Happy."

"Miss Pepper has already followed your request to prepare for the press conference." After replying, Happy noticed what Tony was holding and asked subconsciously, "Sir, what are you holding in your hand? Yes?"

"Oh, this," turned his head and pointed to the food truck not far away,

Tony replied, "The one from the food truck sent me, why, do you want to eat?"

"If you can."

Looking at the food in Tony's hands, Happy couldn't help gulping.

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

"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, greeted him with a smile on his face.

"I thought you would go to the hospital first." The two embraced, and Obadiah said with a surprised expression.

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

After the hug, Obadiah looked at the arrangement in the hall and asked.

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

"I'm not in a hurry at all." In this regard, the expression on Tony's face was firm: "Actually, I've been thinking about this press conference long enough."

"Well, since you insist."

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

After a brief exchange, Obadiah turned around and greeted all the people who came to the press conference, and Tony breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to see Happy behind him, holding the hand he just gave him. 's buns gulps.

Seeing how he swallowed the dates wholeheartedly, Tony's expression of indifference to this dish changed a little, and he couldn't help but ask, "Happy, how does it taste?"

"It's delicious, sir."

"Can I have a taste?"

"Of course, sir, but that's the last one left."

[Famous from Happy Hogan +50]

[Famousness from Tony Stark +100]

...

Stark Industries, first floor lobby.

There were a lot of reporters here, and there was a lot of interest in the news media community as Tony Stark made his first appearance since his escape from Afghanistan. They desperately want to know how Tony Stark survived in Afghanistan during these three periods.

Pepper stood outside the media crowd, looked at Tony who was surrounded by the crowd to the podium, and let out a subconscious breath.

Although the preparation time was a bit rushed, she still completed the things that Tony explained.

"Miss Potts."

Just here, a somewhat unfamiliar voice sounded beside Pepper.

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

"Can I have a few words with you?" Agent Phil continued, looking at the secretary in front of him.

"Sorry, I'm not participating in the next news Q&A."

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

"What a tongue-in-cheek name."

"I know."