There is a noodle restaurant [Zhongyingmei]

It was already afternoon when Strange woke up again.

After Strange said that in the morning, the woman with black hair and black eyes expressionlessly sprinkled a whole jar of medicinal powder on his wound, and slapped the bandage on his wound like the palm of a god. He seemed to hear the sound of blood spitting out, he fainted from the pain.

Opening his eyes again, the woman was no longer in the room, a small bedroom of a few square meters, a window, a simple bed and a cabinet, the walls were mottled, and traces of old age were evident.

Sunlight slanted in from the window, and Strange felt at ease for an instant.

Too quiet.

It was as if it was an illusion before.

He looked at the ceiling, the wound on his waist and abdomen had been treated roughly, and he was in pain. Through a door, there was gradually the sound of boiling water bubbling from the kitchen.

He struggled to prop up his body, sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, squinted his eyes, and caught a glimpse of the cloak that was stitched and folded neatly on the table.

Seeing that he was awake, the cloak flew over and leaned against his face, rubbing it aggrievedly.

"Do it yourself."

Strange refused the coquettishness of the cloak: "Okay, stay away from me."

The cloak rested on Strange's shoulders peacefully, although wearing the cloak in pajamas looked like a fool with a brain problem, it was even more inconceivable than wearing Superman's underwear outside.

Apparently Strange was aware of this and frantically grabbed the naughty cloak intending to tear it off.

It just so happened that Xia Mian pushed open the door at this time, and looked at Strange, who was pulling his cape in a novel pose.

The atmosphere should be awkward.

But the breath on that woman's body was very calm, and her eyes were calm, without any fluctuations due to his words in the morning, if Strange's aching wound was ignored.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the awkward atmosphere dissipated.

"Are you hungry?"

No one can refuse this sentence.

Strange hesitated for a moment, and said, "Noodles?"

A smile appeared in Xia Mian's eyes: "It seems that you and the future me do know each other."

Strange looked a little strange, but he didn't explain anything.

"There are too few ingredients in the market here. During the war, let's make do. I will treat you to a good meal when I return to the noodle shop."

Strange followed Xia Mian, and looked around the corner of the apartment from the corner of her eye. She brought two bowls from the kitchen, clear soup noodles, with light oily flakes, steaming with steam just out of the pot.

The environment here is really bad, and it is not easy to make a pot of noodles.

Strange picked up the chopsticks and deftly picked up the noodles. With this hand gesture, Xia Mian knew it was not easy. Strange must eat noodles often.

Xia Mian left a bowl for Peter, he went out to inquire about the news, and came back soon, she looked at Strange while eating the noodles.

It's hard to imagine that my future self will be with him...

Do not believe.

Xia Mian had seen him when he changed his clothes. He has abs, but he still has some distance from a muscular tough guy. Mage and muscular tough guy are obviously two attributes, unless the future self changes his taste, or the man in front of him took it out of context and concealed it. What.

Xia Mian put down her chopsticks, took a sip of water, and said with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Stephen Strange."

"Mage?"

Strange took a sip of the noodle soup, and the slightly hot liquid dripped into his esophagus, warming his whole body, "You will also be proficient in this way in the future."

Xia Mian rested her chin, her eyes were sincere: "But now I don't understand anything, can I trouble you with something?"

As soon as Xia Mian's tone came out, and facing the woman's sincere and polite face, Strange habitually tensed up his whole body, and the rubbing of magical spiritual power produced a handful of sparks on his fingertips.

He already had a psychological shadow on the smiling aestivation.

As if Xia Mian didn't see it, she put a key on the table.

"This is the key to my noodle shop. However, there seems to be some restrictions. For example, I can only open the teleportation when I am in danger, but I want to go back now. Can you try to analyze its magic pattern?"

Strange bit off the noodles slowly, "I refuse."

Xia Mian: "Why?"

"Because we have a bad relationship."

Strange drank up the noodle soup, his pale face became slightly rosier and healthier, and he pushed the bowl towards Xia Mian: "Continue."

The smile on Xia Mian's face changed from being polite to indifferent: "A regular customer."

"Platinum member, thank you."

Strange showed a bright and hypocritical smile. His face was sharper, and his gaze was like a falcon, which put a lot of pressure on him. Such a person is not easy to get along with from his appearance.

In fact it is.

Xia Mian's appearance is more oriental, with long black hair, fair skin, bright red lips, dark eyes, and can't tell the difference between happiness and anger when not smiling.

The two looked at each other for two seconds.

Xia Mian smiled, did not speak, picked up the bowl, and refilled him with a bowl of noodle soup from the pot.

Peter came back in the evening, and when he opened the door, he found two people sitting in the living room, one on the left and one on the dining table, the sister with an expressionless face and the strange man with his eyes closed.

They are like two sculptures, I don't know how long they have been sitting there.

"elder sister?"

Peter was puzzled.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two pairs of eyes stared at him, startling little Peter's spider heart.

The former's eyesight was unwavering, and he only smiled softly when he saw Peter, while the latter's gaze was a little more disbelieving.

"Peter Parker?!"

Peter's spider hair stood up instantly, "How do you know me!!"

Strange's expression changed several times. He stared at Peter closely. Finally, he looked at Xia Mian vigilantly, and the golden magic disc in his hand began to rotate.

The familiar colors and energy fluctuations made Xia Mian frown slightly.

"Are you so violent, great magician, to bully your unarmed sister and weak brother like this?"

Peter quickly protected Aestivation behind him, and he looked at Strange with unfamiliar and hostile eyes.

Xia Mian covered her lips to hide her smile: "I'm really curious, what is your worth, can you tell me? Let me see how rich I am in the future."

To become a CEO and go to the pinnacle of life, and to raise crispy ducks, Strange obviously understands this trick, otherwise his expression would not be as complicated as if he had eaten an old godmother.

It seems that the future Xia Mian is really an acquaintance with him.

It's just that they seem to be close acquaintances.

"elder sister……"

Peter looked bewildered, Xiaochun didn't understand the stalk.

The magician in pajamas was mean and haughty, vaguely offended and embarrassed: "It's enough to make you bankrupt."

Peter:? ? ?

Xia Mian chuckled, "Then I shouldn't be that stupid."

Even Aestivation, who had no grievances with Strange before, quickly pulled this magician into the blacklist in just a few hours. He is really too annoying. If the future self is really with him Sleep on the same bed, eat iron during summer sleep live broadcast.

Aestivation's words successfully angered Strange, before his attack hit his face, Aestivation held Peter's hand and signaled him not to make a move.

"Mr. Strange, are you interested in visiting my noodle shop? I'm treating you."

As soon as Xia Mian finished speaking, the magic penetrated Xia Mian's body. At the same time, under Xia Mian's gesture, Peter shot out a spider's thread to stick to Strange, and the three of them disappeared into the apartment together, leaving only the braving in the kitchen. Hot noodles.

Through a colorful tunnel, a few seconds later, the three of them appeared out of thin air on the second floor of a branch of a noodle shop in Canada.

As soon as his feet landed, Xia Mian immediately pulled Peter away from Strange, and ordered the cabin: "Get him up!"

With an active "obedience" from the cabin, he manipulated the second floor, like a breathing building, approaching him step by step, without giving him any chance to move, and firmly controlled Strange on the wall, like a humanoid mural .

Strange: ...

Very familiar trick.

Yet he hits the trick every time.