The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 124 Microwave Food
"By the way...it's time to be idle right now." He Nan took out Penny Parker's letter: "Shall we write a reply, Shirley?"

"You eat your food first." Shirley took out the microwaved food from the microwave and put it in front of him: "I made this hard, if you don't eat it, it will be cold."

It should be said that it was hard... heated...

He Nan put down the letter, tore off the plastic wrap on the microwave food plastic box, and secretly complained.

This box contains mashed potatoes, fried chicken nuggets, boiled peas, meatballs, and pasta.

It looks like it is quite rich, but in fact this thing is really unpalatable to the extreme.

Moreover, it has nothing to do with health.

In He Nan's heart, if the food in the world is rated from 1 to 10, then this kind of microwave food must be at the level of 2, and it cannot be higher.

... 1 point is canned herring and maggot cheese.

Hey, although it's unpalatable, it's enough to fill your stomach... The point is convenience!

He Nan picked up the plastic fork that came with the box, picked up a piece of fried chicken, and put it in his mouth.

At this moment, he remembered an idiom.

... tasteless.

That's all.

Want to know what it's like to eat soggy fried cardboard goo?

…Try microwaved chicken nuggets and you’ll get the idea right away.

Microwave food, in He Nan's opinion, where is the biggest problem?
First of all, no taste - like your sense of taste has been deprived.

Second, it's always a bit damp after heating up.

It's not that there are water droplets, but it's like a damp potato chip.Very boring.

In He Nan's mind, the delicious level of damp potato chips is only 2 points.I don't even want to taste it.

At last……

This thing doesn't heat evenly at all.

In some places it is hot, in others it is still cold.

I often feel sick to my stomach after eating it.

"I'm thinking about a question." He Nan said as he ate the microwaved food with difficulty.

"What?" Shirley, who has never cared about the taste of food, ate quite easily.

"...That's why none of the black technology bosses in New York have thought about how to improve the taste of microwave food." He Nan complained: "Obviously all kinds of exaggerated biochemical monsters can be produced, can't they? It turned out that such a small Can't even a small microwave dish become slightly—just slightly tastier?"

"Perhaps the difficulty of solving this problem is much higher than being a monster." Shirley said with a smile: "Otherwise, those scientific research madmen who are busy with scientific research every day and may not even have time to eat microwave food would not want it? More delicious Convenience food is clearly in their favor."

"...Maybe it's just that those people don't even have time to eat, and they don't care about the taste at all. Anyway, everything is delicious when you are very hungry." He Nan took another bite of the "juicy" meatball, feeling I am chewing a viscous mixture of flour, rubber, and paste: "... I take back what I just said, now I am very hungry, but I still find this thing to be terrible."

"Don't complain." Shirley looked at the time: "... I don't know when the Moonlight Knight wants to find us? It's very late."

"For a night owl like him, that's no good." He Nan took a sip of coffee to refresh himself, and sighed, "I should tell him about the black slime monster later."

"Speaking of that monster..." Shirley paused, then scooped up another spoonful of peas and ate it, and then said, "We have to take turns sleeping, right? Then we have to choose a bed for one person. The other person can't leave his side, or what if the monster sneaks in through the bedroom window."

"That makes sense... Then come to my room?" He Nan said this, and then remembered another important thing: "Oh, I almost forgot... It is necessary to check if there is any problem with the daytime surveillance."

"Yeah." Shirley nodded slowly in agreement: "...But I don't think it is necessary to come to our house during the day. The monster is probably not interested in our lives, just want to see what is stored in our computer .Of course...whether they will kill us after being caught by us is a completely different matter."

"The dog is still jumping over the wall in a hurry, not to mention it... still can't be taken lightly." He Nan thought about how creative he might die if he really confronted the venom, so he sweated.

After that, the two finished their meal and threw the remaining plastic box into the trash can.

Then, I watched the surveillance video.Fortunately, no problems were found.

Just as they began to study what to say to Penny Parker's reply, and took a photo together with Polaroid, He Nan heard an email reminder from his mobile phone.

It's Eddie Brock.

He asked if there was any progress in the case today, and expressed his admiration and praise for the feat of He Nan and the two in defeating the searchlight.

So, He Nan replied an email, to the effect that he thanked Bullock for his praise, and claimed that he seemed to have grasped the important clues of the case.I can't tell him the details because I'm not sure if it's accurate yet.

After a while, Bullock responded with a new email.He could see from his words that he was extremely excited, and he couldn't wait to know what the clues to his wife were, whether he was sure to find her, and whether Anne Weying was still alive.

He Nan couldn't answer these questions.

It is irresponsible to make casual promises that you are not sure about.

Therefore, he had no choice but to reply to the last email, explaining his thoughts to him patiently and tactfully.This is considered to solve the problem.

"Hey... I also really want to know if his wife is still alive or not?" He Nan wrote the letter again, his tone full of helplessness: "But there is no way to know."

"...Well. That's not it." Shirley said quietly, and turned on the remote control: "He Nan, remember not to reveal the case in your letter to Penny Parker."

"Of course I won't." He Nan is writing the part about interests: "This letter is mainly about myself—oh, and your introduction, plus discussing interests... When it comes to making friends, common interests are very important. important."

"Yeah." When Shirley said this, she couldn't help but recall her childhood: "Do you still remember how we made friends in the first place?"

"Because we are at the same table." He Nan thinks this is not a problem: "The relationship between the tablemates will get better naturally."

"Even if we are at the same table, the relationship may not be very good." Shirley reminded: "In the beginning we started this relationship because we shared a toy."

"...What do you mean by this relationship?" He Nan stopped writing.

"The relationship between childhood sweethearts. Otherwise, you would think it was something." Shirley broadcast the broadcast without turning her head.

"...oh, yes."

(End of this chapter)