Daisy in Marvel World

Chapter 52 Christmas

Daisy didn't intend to celebrate Christmas, but she has been busy for half a year since time travel. Today, everyone chooses to rest and decides to take a day off for herself.

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

Europeans and Easterners have different ideas. They like to build villas in the suburbs. The richer they are, the more remote they are. For example, Tony Stark’s villas in Los Angeles are all built on seaside cliffs!When you open the window, you can see the Pacific Ocean, and you can hear the sound of the waves at any time!

If the enemy wants to attack him, it doesn't take too much trouble to drive a helicopter and sing songs, because this is already a national border, and the emperor guards the gate of the country, and he is a rich man guarding the border.

This kind of value is very different from that of Daisy. She is not interested in the wilderness and is planning to buy a house in the city center for the convenience of travel.

But the housing prices in Manhattan are not inferior to those of the imperial capital in another time and space. Daisy has been learning the spirit of S.H.I.E.L.D. during this time, inheriting the fine traditions of the older generation, such as Nick Fury, and wantonly embezzling the crew's funds.

Using various methods, he scraped off more than 500 million yuan, but this money is still far from buying a house in the center of Manhattan.

What's more, the subprime mortgage crisis will come next year, and buying a house at this time is stupid.

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

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

I heard that Tony Stark's seaside villa has swimming pools, tennis courts and golf courses, and there are fourteen light rooms!Daisy took off her coat, and, full of contempt for the big dog, went into the dining room to make something to eat.

Foreigners celebrate Christmas with turkeys, cakes, gingerbread, etc. She doesn't have this kind of leisure, Christmas is just a day off for her, just 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 that it's too troublesome. Large pots and bowls are suitable for her current body.

Daisy was making noodles, but she didn't know that Grant Ward was watching her in the distance.

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

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure, and quickly shrank back. Afterwards, he felt unsafe and easily exposed, so he gave up observing and left the scene.

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

"Dangdang" had just eaten half of it when he heard a knock on the door.

She opened the door, and was a little surprised to find Hill standing outside the door.

Today's female adjutant did not wear the combat uniform of the past, but changed into a white shirt with a beige jacket, jeans with holes on her legs, short boots, and light makeup on her delicate face.

Hill held a bottle of red wine in her hand, and she 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 about it in her previous life. 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 doesn't know how to spend Christmas, but she is a guest at the door, she smiles, and invites Hill into the house sideways.

Afterwards, she scratched her head a little bit, should the guests visit her and let them eat something?

"I'll eat it for you next time?" She didn't think of anything weird, but felt that foreigners didn't have the habit of eating noodles at Christmas.

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

"No, no, that's..." Daisy's face was flushed, and she tried to explain, but she couldn't find a good excuse for a while, the big pot grinned, as if silently mocking her.

Conscience of heaven and earth, she is still some distance away from being full.

The news that she can eat may still be a secret in S.H.I.E.L.D., but Sharon and Hill's small circle can no longer hide it.

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

She opened the refrigerator to see what ingredients were there.

It turns out that the maid has a talent for housekeeping, and the refrigerator is full of Christmas items, but Daisy is too lazy to do it.

The ingredients that would have been wasted have shown their own value after Hill's arrival.

The turkey had been pre-treated by the maid. Hill buttered the whole turkey, Daisy cut the vegetables, stuffed them into the turkey's belly, and put it on the plate to bake in the oven.

The subsequent process is to take it out, brush it with seasoning, turn it over, bake it again, brush it again, and measure the temperature until it is finally out of the oven.

Western cooking has a set of strict standards, such as how long to bake and how high the temperature is.

It's not like the mode of "adding a little bit" and "cooking for a while" when cooking in the East.

They cook dishes strictly according to recipes, just like doing chemical experiments.

As long as you have a certain amount of hands-on ability and operate normally according to the recipe, even if you can't make delicious food, it will not be too bad.

After working for an hour, Daisy couldn't help with roasting the turkey, so she could only set the table, and put another table of cakes, and the red wine brought by Hill was also placed on the table.

After the two sat down, Daisy opened the red wine and each poured a glass.

Clink glasses "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas."

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

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

Hill tilted her neck, she couldn't restrain her curiosity, and there was still some inquiry 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 ability is 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."

Stretching out his left hand, the light blue halo formed a clockwise vortex, and then threw an apple into Hill's curious eyes. The apple fell out of the counterclockwise vortex three meters above their heads, and she caught it.

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

(End of this chapter)