Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Next, she spread the prepared mushroom sauce on the steak, which she made herself.

The mushroom sauce exudes a rich mushroom aroma, which is the essence condensed after a long period of cooking. She scooped up the mushroom sauce with a small spoon and carefully spread it on the steak. The mushroom sauce and the steak were in close contact, and the rich mushroom aroma and the meaty aroma of the steak blended perfectly, just like two different melodies intertwined to play a harmonious and delicious symphony.

Finally, she puts another layer of ham slices on the steak, which sticks tightly to the steak, adding a rich sense of layering. Each layer is like a delicious note. Then she wraps it with tin foil and puts it in the refrigerator to set.

While the two were chatting, their hands did not slow down at all.

Their topics are like jumping notes, ranging from delicious cooking techniques to household trivia to interesting things that happened recently on Hell's Kitchen.

Sister Maria shared the innocent stories of the children in the church. Her voice was soft and gentle, just like the pasta in her hands. She rolled the pasta into small bundles skillfully and said, "You know, the last time we told the children a Bible story, little Tom asked me if angels also like to eat pasta." Her face was filled with a warm smile, as if the children were right in front of her.

With Fisk's strong support, Sister Maria's orphanage grew bigger and bigger. Not only did he provide a large amount of funds, but he also used the Saint Fisk Group's network of relationships to solve many problems for the orphanage, such as land and material supply.

The orphanage grew larger and larger, and even began to radiate and affect the surrounding states.

Many philanthropists from other states heard about the good deeds of Sister Maria's orphanage and came to visit and learn. They were moved by the warm atmosphere, good facilities and meticulous care for the children, and after returning, they began to follow Sister Maria's model and set up similar charitable organizations.

Sister Maria also often receives invitations from other states to share her experiences.

In addition, Sister Maria even received a new name - the Virgin Mary.

This name is not only a compliment, but also a recognition of her selfless dedication, kindness and love.

Although, Sister Maria was not too interested in the name.

But at least I don't object.

Mrs. Stacy took out the refrigerated steak and prepared it for the next step of cooking. She said, "You really did a great thing. New York is a place lacking in humanity, Sister, but because of people like you, there is a lot of warmth." She carefully brushed a layer of egg liquid on the surface of the steak, which formed a shiny film on the surface of the steak, then sprinkled a layer of sesame seeds, and finally took out the dough prepared in advance. The dough was soft and elastic in her hands, like an obedient little dumpling.

"How is the hospital? Is it busy?" Sister Maria asked with a smile.

Mrs. Stacy smiled and responded: "I am busy, but I can feel the power of life every day. Sometimes when I see those patients recovering from their illnesses, I feel that my work is particularly meaningful." As she spoke, she gently rolled out the dough, which gradually turned into a thin and evenly thick dough under the rolling pin. "However, it is not all good things in the hospital. Sometimes I encounter some patients who have no money for treatment. Seeing their desperate eyes, I feel bad." She sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

Sister Maria stopped what she was doing and said with concern: "Don't have too many burdens in your heart. Birth, aging, sickness and death are normal for everyone."

Mrs. Stacy shook her head, “Some can actually be saved, but because of limited resources.

Moreover, some patients have special conditions and require more expensive treatments.

Although I have provided them with the greatest possible help, the hospital is not a charity after all.

And I can’t just give all the time…ah…”

She carefully spread the rolled dough on the steak and cut off the excess with a knife. Her movements were very skillful. "I can only treat every step with my heart, just like I cook now. As for the result, sometimes I can only leave it to God."

Sister Maria nodded, "You're right!"

Mrs. Stacy put the wrapped steak on a baking tray and put it in the oven. After setting the temperature and time, she clapped her hands and said, "I hope this steak will be as delicious as I imagined."

Sister, what flavor do you plan to make your pasta? Traditional meat sauce, or do you want to try something new and creative?

Sister Maria looked at the pasta in her hand and was about to say something when a voice came from outside the door: "I want cream mushroom flavor. I like mushrooms, but if you add cream, the taste may be richer and more intense."

Fisk walked in from the door, holding a bunch of fresh vegetables, cheese, and... a piece of bluefin tuna that had been simply processed. His appearance slightly changed the originally warm atmosphere in the kitchen, just like a stone suddenly dropped into the calm lake.

Sister Maria showed a gentle smile on her face, "Little Fisk, we were just talking about when you would come, but we didn't expect that you would bring so many ingredients."

Fisk put the food on the table and said with a smile, "I just heard you guys talking about delicious food outside, and I couldn't help but want to join in the fun. Besides, I think tonight's dinner can be more sumptuous." His eyes fell on the grilled steak and the pasta, but soon moved to Sister Maria's long skirt hidden under the apron. Sister Maria was unusual. She didn't wear the black and white nun's uniform, but a pearl white dress, black stockings and high heels.

This outfit made Sister Maria look less serious and more worldly. The pearly white dress fit her body curves, emitting a soft luster under the kitchen light, and the hem swayed gently with her movements.

Black stockings wrapped around her legs, the texture of the stockings looked very delicate, making her leg lines more graceful, and the looming skin against the black background had a mysterious temptation. The high heels made her posture more upright, and when she walked, she made a slight "clicking" sound, as if it was a unique rhythm.

Fisk's eyes stayed on her for a moment, and this brief gaze did not escape Mrs. Stacy's eyes. Mrs. Stacy glanced at Fisk calmly and snorted coldly.

Sister Maria didn't seem to notice anything wrong with Fisk's gaze. She was still focused on the pasta in her hand and said with a smile, "Little Fisk, it looks like we have to re-plan the menu tonight."

Fisk came back to his senses and nodded quickly, saying, "That's right, Sister. We can discuss together how to make an unforgettable dinner." He walked to the cooking table and began to fiddle with the fresh vegetables and cheese, his eyes flashing with excitement, as if what had just happened had never happened.

Mrs. Stacy glanced at the bluefin tuna on the table: "Since we have bluefin tuna, we can make a fish-based appetizer, such as tuna tartare, and add Sister Maria's creamy mushroom pasta as the staple food, and steak as the main course, and finally prepare some dessert to be perfect." As she spoke, she gently fiddled with the tuna with her hands, and she was already thinking about the specific method and presentation of this dish in her mind.

"For dessert, I think we should keep it simple." Fisk put his arms around Mrs. Stacy's waist. "Baby, what do you think of fruit pudding?" His action was a little sudden, as if he was trying to ease the subtle tension that had just arisen between him and Mrs. Stacy because of that glance.

Mrs. Stacy twisted her waist and broke free from Fisk's embrace, saying somewhat dissatisfiedly, "It's not impossible. There are so many people here. If we just make cakes, we will be exhausted. I will call Gwen and the others to come in to help. Really, they just want to eat ready-made food later." She frowned and walked towards the kitchen door, ready to call Gwen and the others to come in to help. Her steps were a little bit temperamental, and her high heels made a more rapid "click" sound on the floor than before.

By this time, Mrs. Stacy had walked into the living room and saw Gwen and Melanie looking at something together.

She put her hands on her hips and said loudly, "Gwen, you and the others stop chatting here and come to the kitchen to help. We have to prepare a sumptuous dinner tonight."

Gwen heard Mrs. Stacy's voice, stood up, smiled and said, "Okay, Mom, we'll be right there."

Melanie also stretched and stood up.

Ena Maynard wanted to be lazy.

Didn't get up.

Melanie kicked him on the butt and pulled him towards the kitchen.

As they walked, Gwen asked curiously, "Mom, what's delicious tonight?"

Mrs. Stacy rolled her eyes at her and said, “You’ll see when you get to the kitchen, there will be delicious food for you to feast on.

But don’t just think about eating, help out.”

Fisk looked at Mrs. Stacy's back, smiled helplessly, then turned to Sister Maria and said, "Sister, what do you think of this menu arrangement?"

Sister Maria looked up, smiled and said, "It sounds great. This combination is very rich. However, I still have to adjust the seasoning of the pasta so that it can better match the other dishes." After that, she picked up the salt shaker and pepper grinder, ready to add some more seasoning to the pasta.

Suddenly, a feeling of electric current was stimulating Sister Maria like an electric current, and the movements of Sister Maria's hands changed suddenly.

That movement was trembling with a hint of nervousness.

At this time, Stacy and the others had also returned.

Fortunately, the kitchen is big enough.

Several people were assigned different tasks.

Therefore, no one noticed what was happening here.

However, Sister Maria was able to control herself quite well at this time.

Except for Fisk, Mrs. Stacy and Gwen, no one noticed Sister Maria's abnormality at this time.

Seeing that Sister Maria didn't react, Fisk became bolder.

The soles of my feet were blocked by the table, moving silently... (omitted)

Sister Maria hurriedly tried to cover up her gaffe and said, "Well... Gwen... have you met Uesugi Riei? She will go to your Garden Middle School to study in high school next year. Although her English is good, she has never been far away from home. You have to take good care of her."

Sister Maria's voice was trembling.

The tone seemed a bit confusing.

"Yes, Sister Maria. I like her very much. Don't worry, I will take good care of her."

Gwen seemed to have discovered something, and her eyes lingered on Fisk strangely.

Sister Maria didn't see Gwen's strange look.

She glared at Fisk.

He shook his head slightly nervously at Fisk.

Sister Maria's eyes were filled with excitement, confusion, and shame, and she looked at Fisk with a hint of pleading.

However, it has come to this point, and Fisk naturally is unwilling to stop!

Melanie suddenly grabbed Erna Maynard by the ear.

He picked her up again and asked, "Do you want to go out and slack off again?"

Ena Maynard broke free and pursed her lips, "Stop pulling my ears. If you do, I'll pay you next month. Don't forget that I'm the one who manages the money. I'm the top accountant of the group."

After hearing this, Melanie crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows, "Oh, you're threatening me with this? The boss is still here!"

The two of them immediately started arguing with each other.

Taking advantage of this opportunity... (Omitted.)

Sister Maria was completely speechless, her hands firmly grasped the edge of the table, motionless...

Mrs. Stacy, who was walking over with water, suddenly heard a sound.

Mrs. Stacy suddenly seemed to understand something.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, walked over, and stepped hard on Fisk's other foot with her high heels.

At the same time, he reached out and took the cheese that Fisk had already cut. "You spent so much time cutting and only cut a few pieces of cheese. Are you so weak that you can't even lift the knife?

Get out quickly and don't get in the way here.

At the same time, she also saw Fisk's other leg, which had already entered under Sister Maria's long skirt.

Stepping on Fisk's other high heel, he spun even harder.

Fisk immediately stopped moving.

He smiled awkwardly and whispered, "Baby, I was just joking with Sister Maria."

"You filthy bastard."

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a soft sound.

Sister Maria let out a long sigh of relief, the breath slowly leaving her slightly trembling lips.

She looked as weak as someone who had just recovered from a serious illness, her limbs were limp and she had no strength at all. Her arms hung limply at her sides, her fingers curled up slightly, and it seemed that even lifting a finger was an extremely difficult task.

Every breath she took seemed labored, her chest rising and falling faintly, like the struggling pumping of an old bellows, as if a breeze could blow her down. Her once clear eyes now held a hint of resentment, and she slowly glanced at Fisk.

Mrs. Stacy followed Sister Maria's gaze and instantly understood everything. She immediately helped Sister Maria vent her anger.

"Get out of here now, I've fired you from the kitchen." Mrs. Stacy's voice was firm and cold, echoing in the kitchen. She stared at Fisk tightly, without any retreat.

Fisk was still a little unsatisfied. There was still a hint of a playful smile on his lips, and his eyes still had that malicious look. His behavior in the kitchen just now was indeed a bit excessive, but it seemed that he had not completely gotten rid of that wanton emotion.

But facing Mrs. Stacy, he knew he had no room to resist.

I could only smile awkwardly.

But Mrs. Stacy seemed not to see it.

Fisk could only hang his head and walk out of the kitchen dejectedly, leaving behind a lonely back.

Unfortunately, no one felt sorry for him.