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Chapter 62: Hometown Cooking · Oct 11, 2026

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51 Chapter 51: The Offer That Didn’t Land 2026-10-11
52 Chapter 52: A Very Special BBS 2026-10-11
53 Chapter 53: The Joker Virus 2026-10-11
54 Chapter 54: The Self-Proclaimed Rival 2026-10-11
55 Chapter 55: The Reason for Leaving 2026-10-11
56 Chapter 56: Audition Opportunity 2026-10-11
57 Chapter 57: The Audition 2026-10-11
58 Chapter 58: The Purpose and Mystery of a Super Brain 2026-10-11
59 Chapter 59: Good News 2026-10-11
60 Chapter 60: Joining the Production 2026-10-11
61 Chapter 61: The Exclusive Dining Hall 2026-10-11
62 Chapter 62: Hometown Cooking 2026-10-11
63 Chapter 63: San Diego Naval Base 2026-10-11
64 Chapter 64: A Day in the Life of an Extra 2026-10-11
65 Chapter 65: Fingerwork 2026-10-11
66 Chapter 66: The Mysterious Benefactor 2026-10-11
67 Chapter 67: Junk Food 2026-10-11
68 Chapter 68: Young Master Stark 2026-10-11
69 Chapter 69: You’re Fired 2026-10-11
70 Chapter 70: The Difference Between Reality and Memory 2026-10-11
71 Chapter 71: A Different Kind of Job Offer (Bonus) 2026-10-11
72 Chapter 72: The Rich Party 2026-10-11
73 Chapter 73: Enemies Cross Paths 2026-10-11
74 Chapter 74: The Late Arrivals 2026-10-11
75 Chapter 75: Full-Scale Assault 2026-10-11
76 Chapter 76: Counterattack 2026-10-11
77 Chapter 77: The Nature of a Hero 2026-10-11
78 Chapter 78: Who’s the Target? 2026-10-11
79 Chapter 79: The Late but Lawful Arrival of the American Police 2026-10-11
80 Chapter 80: Another Invitation 2026-10-11
81 Chapter 81: Attending the Dinner 2026-10-11
82 Chapter 82: Spirited Conversation 2026-10-11
83 Chapter 83: A Secret Meeting in the Study 2026-10-11
84 Chapter 84: Perspective from the Heights 2026-10-11
85 Chapter 85: Questions at the Dinner Table 2026-10-11
86 Chapter 86: An Unexpected Job Offer 2026-10-11
87 Chapter 87: A Genius Who Acts Like a Fool 2026-10-11
88 Chapter 88: A Son Pays His Father’s Debts 2026-10-11
89 Chapter 89: The Farewell Ride 2026-10-11
90 Chapter 90: Airport Pickup 2026-10-11
91 Chapter 91: A Job Offer 2026-10-11
92 Chapter 92: A New Job Secured 2026-10-11
93 Chapter 93: The Insurance Brokerage Firm 2026-10-11
94 Chapter 94: The Security Team 2026-10-11
95 Chapter 95: Journey to Africa 2026-10-11
96 Chapter 96: Hidden Agendas 2026-10-11
97 Chapter 97: A Change in Plans 2026-10-11
98 Chapter 98: The New Destination 2026-10-11
99 Chapter 99: New Arrangements 2026-10-11
100 Chapter 100: The Children’s Shelter 2026-10-11

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Hometown Cooking

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When it came to the chef’s question, Henry ever the outsider naturally had no answer.

But embracing the philosophy of ”Since I’m here, I might as well make myself comfortable,” he replied,

”Why worry? As long as people leave with full stomachs, you’ve done your job.

And besides, haven’t you already found the winning formula?”

The two of them glanced together at the freshly restocked donut stand, the salad bar, and the high-end coffee machine.

The diligent working class of America really wasn’t hard to please.

Try serving some molecular gastronomy or clam-and-mushroom consommé, and half the crowd would flip their trays.

Truth was, these folks were wild boars who had no taste for fine bran.

Still, looking at the barebones spread especially during off-peak hours when it got even more repetitive the big chef started to feel a twinge of guilt.

”You think I should change things up? What if the guy who hired me sees this and thinks I’m not putting in the effort?

What if this gig is actually some sort of secret test?”

Henry didn’t sugarcoat it.

”Even the finest food, if you lay it out buffet-style in huge trays for everyone to grab at, ends up feeling cheap.

Doesn’t matter if the ingredients are top-shelf it’ll still taste like plastic.”

The chef rubbed his jaw.

”Then what do you suggest?”

Truth be told, of everyone in the cast and crew, Henry was the only one who could hold a real conversation about food and wasn’t just blowing smoke up the chef’s ass.

A real foodie could be spotted a mile away, and Chef could tell Henry wasn’t just parroting Yelp reviews.

That’s why he valued his opinion.

Henry thought aloud,

”Maybe... you could try something from your own hometown.

I mean, all the rich folks have had their fill of French, Italian, and Spanish cuisine, right? Something new could really stand out.”

The chef rolled his eyes.

”Hometown food? You mean you wanna see grilled bananas, banana stew, banana chips, banana salad, banana mash, and banana soup?”

Henry blinked.

”Wait why is it all bananas?”

”Because bananas are a staple in my homeland just like rice in Asia or bread in Europe and America.

Want me to tell you more ways to cook bananas? ’Cause now that you mention it, I’m feeling inspired.”

”Oh God, please spare me. The look on your face is making me feel like I’m about to be drowned in bananas.”

The chef grinned.

”Well, if bananas aren’t your thing, how about another traditional dish roast lion?”

He leaned in, face full of mystery.

Henry’s eyes widened in disbelief.

”No way. You guys roast lions? That’s insane!”

”Of course. It’s a classic recipe from my village. We send out three or four hunters to catch one lion ”

”Hold up,” Henry cut him off.

”If it’s such a long-standing tradition, what weapons do you use?”

”Just spears no guns. Guns ruin the taste.”

”Wait... you’re telling me three or four guys with spears can take down a lion? That’s some real hunter-level skill right there.”

The chef puffed out his chest.

”That’s because once a lion is full, it’s sluggish and less aggressive. That’s when the last man finishes it off and brings it back to the village for roasting.”

Henry’s jaw dropped.

”Wow. That’s just... nuts. This dish isn’t even about taste anymore it’s practically legendary.”

Then the chef suddenly burst into a huge grin, revealing a brilliant set of pearly whites.

”Hah! Gotcha. Fooled you, didn’t I?”

Henry threw up his hands in surrender.

”Damn, Chef! You really got me. I actually believed you guys went lion-hunting like it was a backyard BBQ.”

They bumped fists in a playful bro moment.

The chef shrugged,

”Well, maybe it’s not all made up. I heard the story from my grandpa. And he said he heard it from his grandpa.

But hey, you know how oral history works without a written record, who knows how much of it is just old men trying to impress their grandkids with made-up stories?”

”With that pure and dumb look of awe we all had as kids?”

”Exactly! That look! You ever notice how wannabe movie stars also love it when people stare at them like that?

Just like my elders they couldn’t fool the adults, so they settled for tricking kids.”

”Who knows,” Henry chuckled, brushing the last crumbs off his tray.

He polished off everything he’d grabbed, even draining a big cup of soda.

Because this was a working film set, alcohol wasn’t allowed in the dining area.

Imagine a bunch of drunk actors trying to shoot scenes producers would have a stroke.

Even if they joined in, they’d still blow up when they saw the budget report.

Suddenly, Henry’s ears perked up.

He swiftly cleared his tray and utensils to the return station and said,

”I think I’d better check on the set. Sounds like they’re about to start filming again.”

”Go on then,” the chef waved him off.

He knew well enough that when filming called, nobody stuck around for chit-chat.

And Henry wasn’t lying. Thanks to his Kryptonian-level super hearing, he could pick up on the assistant director gathering the extras and background actors for another round of scene rehearsal.

On a big production like this, background actors were usually handled by a few stunt teams.

Each team kept a representative on set, ready to round up their people the moment they were needed.

But here was the issue: Henry wasn’t part of any team.

So when those reps called for their groups, they wouldn’t think to include him.

Not that it was personal nobody had a responsibility to cover for him.

Sure, it sucked a little, but Henry had to rely on himself.

He wasn’t trying to integrate into any little clique either.

Thankfully, being Kryptonian had its perks.

With his super hearing, he could stay in the loop even without formal inclusion.

As long as his movements looked natural like he was just happening to walk by and he didn’t delay filming, nobody would care.

Why not let them think it’s just good timing?

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