Chapter 52 Christmas

Daisy has no intention of celebrating Christmas, but she has been busy for half a year since time travel. Today, everyone chooses to rest and decides to give herself a day off.

With a little money in hand, the first thing she thought about was to solve the accommodation problem.

Europeans and Americans and Orientals have different ideas. They like to build villas in the suburbs. The richer they are, the more biased they are. For example, Tony Stark's villa in Los Angeles has been built on a cliff by the sea! Open the window is the Pacific Ocean, you can hear the waves at any time!

If the enemy wants to attack him, it doesn't take a lot of trouble. He can come here with a helicopter singing and singing, because this is already the national border. The emperor guards the gate of the country, and he is the rich man guarding the border.

This kind of value is very different from Daisy. She has no interest in the wilderness. For the convenience of traveling, she plans to buy a house in the city center.

But Manhattan's housing prices are no less than the imperial capital of another time and space. Daisy has been learning the spirit of S.H.I.E.L.D., inheriting the fine traditions of the older generation, such as Nick Fury, and wantonly embezzling the crew's funds.

Using various means, he has scraped down more than five million yuan, but the money is still not enough to buy a house in the center of Manhattan.

What's more, there will be a subprime mortgage crisis next year, and it will be silly to buy a house at this time.

She rented an independent house and left it to the maid to take care of it. Today was the first time she lived in it.

Looking at the upper and lower floors, downstairs is the dining room, living room and bathroom, gym, up the stairs, there are two bedrooms upstairs, and a powder room.

I heard that Tony Stark's seaside villa has a swimming pool, tennis court and golf course, and there are 14 bathrooms! Daisy took off her coat, full of contempt for the big dog, and went into the restaurant to prepare some food.

A foreigner spends Christmas with turkeys, cakes, gingerbread and the like. She doesn't have such leisurely leisure. For her, Christmas is just a day off, an ordinary rest day.

I personally went into battle, and cooked a large pot of tomato and egg noodles.

It's not that she doesn't want to cook other dishes, but it's too troublesome, and a big bowl is suitable for her current body.

Daisy was making noodles, unaware that Grant Ward was watching her in the distance.

Ward really wanted to knock on the door directly, then chat and spy on some information, but the relationship between the two is very unfamiliar at this stage, far from the level of visiting the door for Christmas, Mr. Ward can only observe from a distance.

Suddenly he saw a familiar figure,

He hurriedly shrank back, and then felt unsafe and easily exposed, so he gave up observation and left the scene.

Daisy didn't know that someone was watching her secretly. She was watching TV while holding a large pot of noodles, while filling her stomach.

"Dangdang" heard a knock on the door just after eating half.

She opened the door, a little surprised, and found Hill standing outside the door.

Today's female adjutant didn't wear the battle uniform of the past, but changed into a white shirt with a beige jacket over it, ripped jeans on her legs, short boots, and light makeup on her delicate face.

With a bottle of red wine in her hand, Hill looked a little unnatural: "I don't have any friends in New York, so..."

Daisy doesn't know much about Christmas etiquette. She didn't care in her previous life. She was bullied by white children when she was a child. She didn't like Christmas very much. She spent many years alone.

So she didn't quite know how to spend Christmas, but she was a guest at the door. She smiled and asked Hill sideways to enter the room.

After that, she scratched her head a little. Should the guests come to visit her, should she let others eat something?

"I'll give you something to eat next?" She didn't think of anything strange, but felt that foreigners didn't have the habit of eating noodles for Christmas.

"Have you finished eating?" Hill was automatically attracted by the big bowl, and ate more than half of the noodles in the big bowl. If Daisy had finished her meal, she would have no reason to stay.

"No, no, that's..." Daisy blushed and tried to explain, but she couldn't find a good excuse for a while, the big pot opened her mouth wide, as if mocking her silently.

The conscience of heaven and earth, she is still a long way from being full.

The news that she can eat may still be a secret in S.H.I.E.L.D., but in Sharon, Hill's small circle can't hide it.

The female adjutant laughed a little: "Your Christmas was too sloppy."

She opened the refrigerator to see what ingredients were there.

It turns out that the maid is very talented as a housekeeper, and the refrigerator is full of Christmas supplies, but Daisy is too lazy to do it.

After the arrival of Hill, the ingredients that would have been wasted show their own value.

The turkey had been pre-treated by the maid, Hill smeared the whole body of the turkey with butter, Daisy cut the vegetables, and then stuffed them all into the turkey belly, and put it directly in the oven to bake.

The next process is to take it out, brush the seasoning, turn it over, bake it, brush it again, and measure the temperature until it is finally released.

Western cooking has a set of strict standards, how long to bake and how many degrees are required.

Unlike oriental cooking, the mode of "adding a little" and "cooking for a while" is the pattern.

They cook strictly according to the recipe, like doing a chemical experiment.

As long as you have a certain amount of hands-on ability and follow the recipe normally, even if you can't make it delicious, it won't be too bad.

It seemed that the baking was a little hot, Hill took off his coat, the shirt is the most popular one-shoulder design at present, and the neck, shoulders and collarbone are all exposed. ..

After busying for an hour, Daisy couldn't help with roasting the turkey, so she could only set up the table, and then another table of cakes, and the red wine that Hill brought on the table.

The two took their seats, Daisy opened the red wine, and each poured a glass.

Clink glasses "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas."

Listening to the melodious Christmas songs, they chatted and ate.

Even if she ate a large bowl of noodles before, Daisy could still eat several times more than Hill, and even if Hill was not a weak woman, most of the turkey still ended up in Daisy's stomach.

Hill tilted her neck, revealing most of her shoulders and the straps of her underwear. She couldn't restrain her curiosity, and there was some exploration in her eyes: "Can your stomach absorb so much?"

Daisy looked at Hill's serious eyes, and knew that it would be too much to talk about Chinese Kung Fu.

Her current abilities are only the most primitive shock wave, and the newly developed teleportation technique. But this is her home, the shock wave is not suitable for operation, she can only perform short-distance teleportation.

"It's good."

He stretched out his left hand, the faint blue halo formed a clockwise vortex, and then threw an apple in Hill's curious eyes. The apple fell out of the counterclockwise vortex three meters above their heads and was caught by her.

"Are you a mutant?" Hill's eyes were a little embarrassed. She didn't want this to happen. The conflict between ordinary people and mutants was very big. As a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., she had to stand on the side of ordinary people.