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"Uh……"

Saitama's consciousness was brought back to reality by Peter Parker's words.

"What do I need to eat?"

Saitama put his hands into his pockets and could only take out a 300 yen coin with a very low face value.

You can’t buy New York pizza for 300 yen...

How do I tell this American that I can't afford this pizza...

You have already walked to the door and looked like you were going to patronize me, but you suddenly want to tell the other person that you have no money?

If I told him, he wouldn't be so kind as to give me a pizza...

Saitama touched his bald head. At this moment, he was in trouble. The power of poverty was more powerful than any weirdo before.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you, sir?"

"I think you look like an Asian?"

Peter Parker saw that Saitama did not respond to him for a long time, but seemed to be immersed in his own world, so he asked again, while also expressing his views on Saitama's skin color.

Like many other New Yorkers, he is extremely enthusiastic about Asian people. After all, China is the birthplace of Kung Fu. However, at the same time, he is also face-blind when it comes to distinguishing the nationalities of Asians and cannot tell the difference between China and China. The difference between people, Koreans, and Japanese.

"No, I'm actually Japanese."

Faced with Peter Parker's sudden enthusiasm and watery eyes, Saitama was stunned for a moment, and then replied calmly.

"actually……"

Just when Saitama was about to confess to Peter Parker that he had no money, suddenly a strange sound came from his belly, "Gululu".

Saitama quickly lowered his head and looked at his stomach. He originally felt that the current situation was embarrassing, but he didn't expect that his stomach was so unsatisfactory. Didn't he just eat a few mouthfuls of ramen? Even though I'm hungry, I should still be able to hold on for a while. Why are you screaming?

He thought that Peter Parker was still in front of him, so he looked up at Peter Parker again. As expected, Peter Parker also smiled very forcedly.

"Sorry..."

"Actually, I don't have much money..."

Saitama didn't want to trouble this unfamiliar pizza shop employee anymore, so he turned around and planned to leave.

"and many more!"

Peter Parker from behind called out to him.

"Let me check the time."

Peter Parker looked back at the clock hanging on Pizza King's wall.

"Well, it's 19:13 now."

"If you don't mind, would you like to wait here for a while? Just wait until about 8 o'clock. Just wait until 8 o'clock."

"I can get you a pizza then."

"If you're lucky, you can get more."

Peter Parker smiled brightly, his white teeth dazzling in the light.

"OK then……"

At this time, a thin layer of crimson had already appeared on Saitama's braised egg head, and a slight heat was faintly ignited on his face.

He felt a little embarrassed by the boy's kindness, but his stomach did not allow him to refuse the boy's invitation.

"Then you can sit in the store first."

"Wait a minute while I get you a glass of lemonade. The other drinks we have here are average, but lemonade is definitely the best. If we didn't need to make money by selling other drinks, I would probably recommend our Pizza King to everyone around me. of lemonade.”

Peter Parker said as he returned to his workshop.

After a while, a middle-aged man's scolding came from the workroom.

"what's wrong with you?"

“Is our Pizza King a place for homeless people?”

"Just give him ordinary water. The water coming out of the tap is free. Why don't you give him that?"

"Oh my gosh, it's a good thing I'm here, otherwise you would have had to secretly give him the Jinlang for sale, right?"

"Really, damn boy, I really can't do anything to you, but there will be no next time!"

The middle-aged man's voice gradually became louder, and it turned out that it was Peter Parker who pushed open the door of the workroom and brought a plate over.

He put the plate on the table in front of Saitama with a smile. The table was not big, just big enough for one person to eat, and the plate brought by Peter Parker already occupied half of the table area.

"Don't mind."

"The boss is usually very nice, but his mouth is a bit annoying."

"Although he said that about me, he was actually an old man who took good care of me. He helped me when I was in the most difficult time."

With that said, Peter Parker put the lemonade on the table and silently put the plate away.

"Please take it easy, sir."

Peter Parker put the plate under his arm and gave Saitama a slight nod before returning to the workroom. This time, there was no scolding sound from the middle-aged man, but he could faintly hear that everyone in the workroom was Chatting lively about something.

Saitama's eyes followed Peter Parker, and it wasn't until Peter Parker entered the workroom that he shifted his gaze to the glass of lemon juice in front of him.

"The best?"

A little foam rose from the bottom of the cup and floated to the surface, and the lemon standing still in the water trembled with this weak force.

Saitama raised the cup, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip.

The salty taste stimulates the taste buds, and countless bubbles explode in the throat, giving people a sense of satisfaction. It is not until all the lemonade is put into the stomach that a faint lemon aroma echoes in the mouth, fresh and comfortable, this is a cup Soda water with lemon and a little sea salt.

"Wow, that's good!"

Saitama was surprised by the taste the lemonade gave him.

"It's really a drink that can be called nectar. Is this what New Yorkers drink like lemonade?"

So Saitama sat in Pizza King, enjoying the lemonade he had never experienced before, while waiting for the time Peter Parker agreed with him to arrive.

He looked out the window and recalled the past that happened when he was a professional hero. His confused expression was reflected on the glass, covering the pedestrians hurriedly leaving on the other side of the glass.

Time passed very quickly, there was a difference of 8 minutes between 7 o'clock and 13:47, but it was like getting that glass of lemonade just now, and in the blink of an eye it was the time agreed with Peter Parker.

"Hey, Japanese."

"I'm here, here's your pizza."

Peter Parker came to Saitama with a pizza that looked intact. He pulled a chair from the side and sat down face to face with Saitama.

"Our boss once stipulated that Pizza King will never sell pizza to customers that has been baked for more than 6 hours."

"And the pizza in front of you happens to be a pizza that has just reached the 6-hour oven condition, but don't worry, I have reheated it in advance, so the taste will definitely not be bad."

Peter Parker sat across from him and explained to Saitama.

"Come and have a taste, Pizza King's pizza is loved by all New York."

He handed the plate with pizza to Saitama. The pizza on the plate was filled with mist, which was the smell of meat and cheese.

"Why do I feel like you are a salesperson?"

Saitama accepted the delicious pizza and said at the same time.

Drool couldn't help but overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and was immediately sucked back by Saitama. He admitted that he had never been so strongly tempted since he officially became a professional hero. The last time something had such a strong attraction to him was through the Japanese... When you go to a barbecue restaurant, those tender beef are shining brightly on the grill pan.

"Of course, I'm an employee of Pizza King, hahaha."

Peter Parker was noncommittal about Saitama's complaints. Their fine tradition of Pizza King has always been like this, which is to present the most delicious Pizza King to every customer, so that everyone around them will love Pizza King's pizza.

"Then I'll eat it."

Saitama slowly put the pizza into his mouth and took a bite. The thick and sticky cheese flowed in his mouth. The tiny fat particles in the bacon were exploded by Saitama's teeth, and the fat and cheese were mixed together. , and in an instant, Saitama, who was listless, felt full of strength.

"Is it tasty?"

"You look very happy."

Peter Parker asked aloud.

"good to eat."

"too delicious."

“Much better than the kid’s menu at a family restaurant.”

Saitama couldn't help but want to take out the children's meal to compare with it. The satisfaction that this bite of pizza brought to him completely overwhelmed the delicious French fries in the children's meal.

"Okay, finish all these quickly. I'm afraid you'll get tired of eating one flavor all the time, so I brought you Supreme Seafood, Mexican-style pizza, and other flavors."

"Also, you probably don't have a place to live yet. I'll take you to my place to settle down first."

"I'm in need of a roommate."

Just as Saitama finished his first piece of pizza, Peter Parker brought out several pizzas of other flavors from the workroom. His tone was quite relaxed, and he seemed to be looking forward to Saitama's new roommate.

"really?"

"That's great."

Saitama didn't expect that the boy from the pizza shop who suddenly greeted him would not only provide him with delicious food, but also be willing to provide him with a place to stay.

If it weren't for this young man named Peter Parker, he might be sleeping on the street tonight.

"Oh, I forgot, I have been talking to myself all the time, and I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

Peter Parker's warm voice came.

"Me, my name is Saitama."

Saitama replied with a smile, a few tiny beef pellets hanging from the corners of his mouth.

"Well, let me introduce myself again."

"My name is Peter Parker. I am an ordinary graduate student. I work at Pizza King and occasionally work part-time for some newspapers."

"Is this what you say in Japan?"

"Please advise."

Peter Parker said and bowed.

"I also ask for your advice."

Saitama didn't expect Peter Parker to be so solemn all of a sudden. He was wondering if Peter Parker had any misunderstandings about Japanese culture. At the same time, he stood up from his seat in a panic and bowed deeply.