Stark Industries.

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

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

Today, he is back in 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 roasted wheat in the golden ratio."

Hearing the somewhat familiar voice coming from the food truck, [Jie Lu] couldn't help but stop, and subconsciously raised his head to look.

"Well, did you feel surprised to see me."

To meet [Jie Lu]'s gaze, Tony spread out his intact arms and said with surprise on his face.

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

"Trust me, I was as surprised as you were."

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

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

Reaching out and picking up the siumai that [Jielu] placed in front of the fast food truck, Tony used his only normal arm to hardly take out a siumai from the inside 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, burning wheat is also one of the motivations that can support my survival. Although you are not very good, But cooking does have a good hand."

[From Tony Stark's legendary degree +120]

Although this experience in Afghanistan changed part of Tony, there were also some parts that could not be changed.

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

Tony patted his belly, feeling the rare feeling of fullness in the past three months, turning around and was about to leave.

"Wait."

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

"how?"

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

"Welcome back." Saying [Jie Lu] put a prepared snack on the shelf in front of the fast food truck.

"this is?"

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

"Golden laughed, it's just a very ordinary steamed bun dish."

"This is not ordinary at all." Looking at the grinning dishes in front of him, Tony subconsciously complained.

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

Throwing such a sentence, [Jie Lu] immediately put his attention back to the cooking in his hands.

He raised his eyebrows, took a look at the weird food in front of him, and finally hesitated for a moment or reached out and took it.

"Mr."

After walking into Stark Industries after a long absence, Tony saw Harpy standing at the door and asked.

"How is it, Hapi."

"Miss Pepper has already prepared for the press conference according to your request." In response, Harpy noticed what Tony was holding and asked subconsciously, "Sir, what you are holding. Yes?"

"Oh, this," Tony replied, turning his head and pointing to the fast food truck not far away: "The fast food truck sent me to me, why, do you want to eat?"

"If you can."

Looking at the food in Tony's hands, Harpy couldn't help swallowing.

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

"Tony!"

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly heard from behind, and when he turned his head, he saw Obadea, the big bald head, greeted him with a smile on his face.

"I thought you would go to the hospital first." The two gave a hug, and Obadea said with an unexpected look.

"I planned to go, but I refused."

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

"What's the matter, I heard Pepper said you want to hold a press conference right away, Tony, you don't need to be so anxious."

"I'm not in a hurry." Tony's expression was firm about this: "In fact, I have been thinking about this press conference long enough."

"Well, since you insist."

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

After a brief exchange, Obadea turned around and greeted the people from all walks of life who came to the press conference. Tony also breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and saw that Hapi was holding himself behind him just now. The steamed buns were eating.

Seeing him swallowing jujubes, Tony's expression on his face changed a little, and he couldn't help asking, "Hapi, how does it taste?"

"It's delicious, sir."

"Can I taste it?"

"Of course, sir, but there will be the last one."

[From Hapi Hogan's legendary degree +50]

[From Tony Stark's legendary degree +100]

...

Stark Industries, first floor lobby.

A large number of reporters appeared here. As Tony Stark's first appearance since his escape from Afghanistan, the news media showed great interest.They are eager to know how Tony Stark survived in Afghanistan during these three periods.

Pepper stood outside the media crowd, watching Tony who was surrounded by the crowd heading to the podium, subconsciously let out a sigh.

Although the preparation time was a bit hasty, she still did a good job of what Tony had given.

"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 say a few words to you?" Agent Phil continued, looking at the secretary lady in front of her.

"Sorry, I will not participate in the next news question and answer session."

"I'm not a journalist." Shaking his head, Agent Phil introduced himself: "I am Agent Phil Colson. I belong to the National Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau."

"A good name."

"I know."