[Comprehensive British and American] Siren Feeding Guide

The girl was sitting on a tall tree trunk, her feet dangling restlessly, like a poor kitten trapped in the tree, and no one came to rescue her.

The "culprit" who caused her to run to the tree is still squatting under the tree and looking at her. She is so frightened that she dare not move at all, for fear of accidentally attracting the "culprit" to climb up the tree.

She shouldn't have chosen to climb the tree in a moment of panic, and now she has to worry about the cat climbing the tree.

Maybe it would be better if the cat climbed the tree, so she could jump off and run while the cat was climbing.

But the cat stayed under the tree, Otilia didn't move, and neither did it.

Now the situation made her not know what to do.

She was looking forward to someone passing under the tree, but this somewhat remote path was rarely visited—at least no one passed by in the past few minutes, and she had been stuck on it for more than ten minutes.

After trying to save herself failed, she gave up struggling.Although there is a communicator in the backpack, the girl thinks that there is no need to use the communicator to contact the parents to save her for such a trivial matter.Now I can only wait for my friend to rescue her when she comes home from get off work.

In the end, she had no choice but to watch the pure white snowflakes falling from the sky, covering herself all over.

Due to the pattern of short days and long nights in winter in the northern hemisphere, even though it is around five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is still dark.

Continuous gray clouds are entangled with the dark blue sky, and the lights of the world under the sky are scattered, emitting a small amount of light. Everything is like a still oil painting.

Peter Parker met a kitten in this oil painting on his way home from get off work.

"Hi...Peter..." A familiar voice trembled from the top of his head, Peter looked up at the girl on the tree, his brown eyes were full of surprise, he asked in a voice:

"Otilia?"

The girl Ottilia in Peter's mouth—the daughter of Captain America and his childhood friend—carefully supported the tree trunk, looked down at him, and barely showed a smile that seemed to be about to cry.

"Peter..."

"Help, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Why are you on the tree!" Peter was taken aback by the lovelessness in her tone: "What happened?"

The girl felt aggrieved with a small face with a little baby fat, and pointed tremblingly at the "culprit" under the tree.

"Yes, there is a cat under the tree—"

Peter: "...poof."

Peter found a kitten under a tree.The cat is also white, and it almost blends with the snowflakes, so you can't see it unless you look carefully.Peter also saw a tiara of Ottilia's and a few other odds and ends on the ground, and he guessed that the recent function of these things should be to drive away the kitten.

"Sorry, kitty." Peter carefully carried a long kitten, ready to put it in the flower bed on the other side of the sidewalk.

The white kitten waved its paw in dissatisfaction, and then it was satisfied to see the stupid human on the tree froze in fright.

"Help, help! QAQ"

Otilia didn't climb down from the tree until she saw the cat run away.

After the girl was out of danger, she threw herself into Peter's arms full of steam and coldness, and whimpered, "I was scared to death just now!"

Peter, who was used to being hugged since he was a child, patted Otilia's back skillfully and comforted him: "It's all right now, don't be afraid..."

"Meow~" The little white cat was sitting on the flower bed with its hands folded, its big round eyes following the human's slow turning of the head.The sound just now seemed to be a mockery of stupid human beings.

"..."

"..."

"Peter, run away!"

***

Otilia covered her chest with her hands, her beating heart kept beating in her chest, her azure blue eyes stared straight at the void, her blond hair was scattered behind her back, a bit dim, and lost its former luster .

As a siren, it's normal to be afraid of cats... right?

Um!It's normal!

It is normal for fish to be afraid of cats!

Otilia, who comforted herself in this way, barely cheered up a little, lazily picked up the pillow and nestled on the sofa.Aunt Mei went to the supermarket to buy ingredients for tonight's dinner, but she hasn't come back yet.Peter was rummaging for something in the cabinet behind the sofa.

"Strange, where are the things?" Peter muttered to himself, and opened a cabinet.

"Peter, what are you looking for, have you found it?" Otilia asked.

Peter shook his head: "It's a box of sweets, I don't know where I put them."

That also means that there is no wine heart candy to eat.

At home, the number of snacks has been restricted by her father, and she originally thought that she could secretly add a little sugar from Peter.

Otilia wailed, and collapsed on the sofa like a salted fish.After a while, half of her head popped out from the back of the sofa, she thought for a while, and bent her big eyes into small crescent shapes.

"Then let's go to the supermarket—" Ottilia showed Peter a big smile, and a small pointed canine tooth, looking soft with baby fat face.

"No." Peter subconsciously refused.

The last time he and Harry took Otilia to the supermarket, she waved the black card given by Mr. Stark and almost bought the whole supermarket.Peter still remembered the way the captain looked at them when they sent Otilia home, they couldn't help but took out their notebooks and pens, and were about to write a thousand-word self-criticism on the spot.

The golden head retracted, and a deliberate sigh drifted into Peter's ears.

Shrugging his shoulders, Peter raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Except for buying snacks, you can do whatever you want." He explained: "Aunt May will be upset when she sees the snacks later."

Ottilia popped up from the sofa again, her eyes sparkling like blue diamonds in the sun: "Let's go build an Iron Man snowman!"

Otilia's face was flushed with excitement, like a ripe apple, sending out a sweet fragrance towards Peter without any hesitation.

A tinge of red crept up to the boy's ears quietly.

"Yes, yes!" the boy stammered.

The heating in the house was turned on too high, and his face was a little hot from the steam.The thought flashed vaguely through Peter's mind.

When he came to his senses, Peter and Otilia were already standing in the yard.They made an appointment with Harry to have dinner at Peter's house, but Harry was still in Osborne dealing with his long-pile official business, and it was estimated that he would not arrive at Peter's house until a long time later, so now it was just the two of them making a snowman.

Poor, we'll miss you - said Otilia and Peter before Harry left.

Harry refrained from blowing the heads of his schadenfreude friends.

"So that's why you guys called to let me hear you build a snowman?" With his head propped on one hand, Harry read the documents that made his head ache, while gnashing his teeth to accuse his friends of their inhumanity.

"What is this? A snowman made of clouds?"

"This is Iron Man Snowman!" Otilia on the other end of the phone held up a snowball and cheered loudly.Peter's uncontrollable laughter also reached Harry's ears clearly through the earphones.

They're dead when he goes back! —thought Harry Osborn so viciously.

"Okay, we're about to start!" The blond girl stretched her waist and began to direct Peter, her golden high pony tail bouncing and bouncing with her movements.

Ottilia is wearing a long wine red dress today (Peter has never understood why girls choose to wear skirts in such cold weather, aren’t they cold), the upper body is a white coat, and the neck is still Wearing a brick red plaid scarf.Her long hair glistened in the sun, and the white snowflakes that kept falling could not cover up the dazzling light at all, and could only be reduced to a flawless white accessory.

Otilia shook her hair, and all the snow fell to the ground with her movements.

"How are you going to stack Iron Man?" Harry asked curiously.He remembered that Otilia's hands-on ability had always been poor.

"Build an ordinary snowman first!" Otilia squatted on the ground, concentrating on picking up some dead branches and stones of suitable length.Carrots will go to the kitchen and so on.

"and then?"

Otilia stopped what she was doing, tilted her head to think for a while, and hesitated, "Draw another reactor on the snowman's chest?"

So the only difference between the normal Yeti and the Iron Man Yeti is a reactor pattern? !

Harry sat behind his desk, resting his hands on his forehead with infinite fatigue.

***

What does an Iron Man Yeti consist of?

Snow, dead branches, stones, Peter's hard work, and Ottilia's help (cross out).

The exhaled mist quickly dissipated in the cold air, and Ottilia stared at the snowman and muttered to herself: "It seems that something is missing."

She wrapped her scarf around it, and the dark red plaid scarf wrapped around the snowman's body, which served as a little embellishment.

Ottilia frowned her pretty eyebrows.

What's missing...is the crucial part.

"Peter, do you have any red crystals?" The girl's excited eyes fell on the boy's face.

Peter scratched his hot face and answered honestly: "No."

Otilia fumbled in the pocket of her coat for a while.She remembered that Tony had thrown her an orange-red gadget yesterday, and she had put it in her coat pocket.

"found it."

An orange-red gemstone lay quietly in Otilia's palm.Otilia stared at it for a moment, and she tucked the gem into the chest of the yeti with the reactor painted on it, as if the precious gem was just a bauble made of recycled plastic.

Otilia clapped her hands in satisfaction: "Okay!"

The orange-red gems are inlaid in the painted reactor, refracting a warm light under the warm sunlight, just like the color of some kind of data stream she has seen before.

Peter held his breath involuntarily, his eyes almost glued to the stone, looking a little sad for no reason: "Wow, it looks so—"

"expensive!!!"

Poor Peter Parker sighed so sincerely.

Otilia Friends and Only Dad and Uncle Bucky Are Poor Rogers: "???"

Harry Rich Osborn: "...what did you do?"

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