[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"Okay, Peter." His neighbor, Mr. Zemo smiled at him, then turned his head and continued to look after the Spanish risotto on the stove, and after a few seconds he said: "Peter? You can stroke the rosemary by the window." Shall I wash it and put it in the pot? I don’t have time to do it.”

"Ah? Okay!" Peter hurriedly squeezed through the narrow kitchen without putting down his schoolbag, went to the window and stroked a handful of rosemary leaves. After washing, he moved closer to Zemo's direction and put rosemary The fragrant leaves were sprinkled on the risotto, and the risotto exuded the sweet and sour smell of tomatoes, and Peter tightened his throat in irritation.From this angle, he could see the profile of Mr. Zemo. He was paying close attention to the heat of the risotto. Peter found that his profile looked more refined, with distinct lines. His eye sockets were very deep, making the upper part of the eyes a bit shallow His eyes seemed to have magical powers.Peter felt that he was getting more and more nervous. When he was nervous, he wanted to say something. He tried to squeeze past Zemo and walked out of the kitchen. He said as he moved: "I thought I was eating spaghetti again today, I have eaten pasta for three days in a row. Although pasta is really delicious, anything will get a little greasy after eating for a long time. Although there are about 130 varieties of pasta, each of them is made of flour The pasta made, although the taste is not the same, but the taste is similar..."

Sensing that he wanted to squeeze past, Zemo turned sideways to make his movement more convenient, and when Peter paused, he said, "I prefer long thin noodles."

"Me too!" Peter was pleasantly surprised. "I always think that thin noodles are the most delicious pasta, do you know? In fact, in Asian countries, noodles refer to long and thin pasta, similar to long pasta."

"Yes, I have been to Vietnam, where the noodles are very special." Zemo said.

"Wow, have you been to Vietnam?" Peter asked in surprise, "Did you go there on a trip? How was it? One of my classmates has also been there. He said that the people there are pretty ugly. I don't agree. After all, different places have different aesthetics.”

"Yes, Qiongyou, it only cost me a thousand dollars, which is something to be proud of." Zemo said.

"It's amazing." Peter marveled. Mr. Zemo is a person who loves to travel. I heard that people who love travel love life. Peter admires this kind of person very much.

Of course Zemo lied to him, Qiongyou?Zemo had never even traveled outside of Sokovia before, he did go to Vietnam, it was a military operation, and the military assigned them a mission—the Echo Scorpion team assassinated a Sokovia politician who fled abroad .Criminal, Zemo led the team to kill him in a residential house in Vietnam.Then the team was assembled and ate a Vietnamese army meal before being stuffed into the plane to return home. Traveling would never be thought of.

"Peter? Can you bring me the plate for the rice? Or do you want to put down your schoolbag first?" Zemo asked, Peter realized that his schoolbag was still on his back, and he left immediately He went to the sofa, put down his schoolbag, and then went to the kitchen to pick up the plates. In the process, he bumped into Aunt May who was taking a pie out of the oven—"Hey young man, be careful!" Aunt May said, and Peter said shyly, "Sorry, Aunt May!"

He went to get the plate, Zemo put the risotto on the big plate, and Peter sniffed, feeling instantly hungry.

"This risotto smells so good," he said sincerely.

"Your Aunt May made it, and I'm just responsible for watching it so that it doesn't get burned." Zemo said, "Give me the plate, do you have homework to do?"

"Oh, yes!" Only then did Peter remember, he hurriedly picked up his schoolbag and rushed upstairs to his own room. He almost fell when he went up the stairs, but he managed to keep his balance with the handrail.Looking at Peter's windy back, Zemo laughed, and he said to Aunt May: "It's not so easy to worry about having a child in the family."

"That's not bad," Aunt Mei said happily. "He likes to make some inventions and creations in the attic. Ben and I don't go there very often. Sometimes I really hope he looks like an ordinary man." Go out and play with classmates like children of the same age, talk about a girlfriend to take home, instead of staying with science all day long."

"Perhaps what is being bred in this attic is the great scientist of the future?" Zemo paused, "It's the same as Tony Stark, isn't it?"

"This kid really likes Tony Stark. He also has an Iron Man helmet on the desk." Aunt May put the pie on the table and said to Ben: "That's because he begged us for a long time to wash it." It took half a month to exchange for a bowl, right."

"Yeah," Ben pushed his reading glasses, "and broke half of them."

"Aunt May, Uncle Ben, what are you talking about?" Peter came down the stairs, he just found his student ID card fell downstairs, "I didn't break half of it, okay? Well, there were a few, but definitely not Half that exaggerated!" He spread his hands, his eyes widened in dissatisfaction with the slander.

"Yes yes, only a few." Ben casually agreed.Peter looked at Zemo, he said seriously: "I really didn't break half of the plates."

"I believe you." Zemo nodded at him. "Do you want your student ID? It's next to the couch."

Peter Parker went back upstairs sullenly. He threw his student ID card on his desk, turned his chair around a few times, and just stopped in the direction facing Iron Man's helmet. "Okay," he said, "Half plate is half."

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Zemo ate the liveliest and most sumptuous meal in May's house for a year. Spanish risotto, butter cheese pie, garlic bread, and potato soup filled the small dining table.After Ben heard that Zemo had joined the army, he began to tell interesting stories about his previous military service. He and Zemo complained about the food in the army like abusing prisoners.Zemo also echoed that even if he joined the army more than ten years later than Ben, even if he joined the army in Sokovia, the food in the army is still not the slightest bit better.

"You're from Sokovia," Ben said in surprise, and Peter continued, "I thought you were American. I mean, your accent doesn't sound like a foreigner."

"My English is very good," Zemo said, and he tilted his head. "This is one of the reasons why I chose to make a living in the United States. After the Sokovia War, I lost my job."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Peter said, looking straight at Zemo to express his apology.

"It's okay, life goes on, that's why I chose a new beginning," Zemo said, and he laughed. "America is a good place to start."

"I wish you all the best in the future," May wished him, and he thanked him.There was an atmosphere throughout the dinner that Zemo knew he liked and envied. He hadn't had his family by his side for a long time.