"It was very weak, and you stopped it in time, but you did lose control." Eric's eyes were fixed on Charles and he said: "Tell me what you saw."
"No, I didn't see anything." Charles shook his head. He exhaled slowly to stop his racing heart from beating so fiercely. He clenched his hands on the wheelchair slightly and said: "
It was just an accident and I'm sure it didn't affect anyone."
Eric's eyes swept over Nick and his group who were chatting next to them. They were still talking and laughing, and seemed not to notice anything.
Ordinary people are usually insensitive to what happens in the spiritual world. Even if their thinking pauses for a moment at the same time, it is difficult for them to notice that they are affected.
Charles was extremely masterful in controlling his abilities. The moment the thought storm started, he reduced its influence to a level that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.
"Who did you have contact with again?" Eric knew Charles too well. Although it was a question, his tone was very firm, and he continued: "What kind of terrible memories have affected you?
"
"Charles." Eric rarely called Charles by his name, but directly called him by his name. This was enough to show his concern. He slowed down the movements of his hands and said, "You are not in your twenties."
The fact that you are still irritated now must be extremely scary as a young man. But you know, you can tell me like you did then, and I will never be scared."
Charles seemed to hesitate for a while, the desire to talk lingered in his heart and moved to his throat, but in the end he shook his head and said: "I don't think it's serious enough yet, I think I can go...
…”
"Is the starch ready?" Nick came over and asked. He gently shook the plate in his hand and said, "Wet fried chicken is indispensable for water starch. The chicken breasts have been cut and will be ready for cooking soon."
Eric handed him the bowl in his hand. Nick keenly observed that Charles's face was not very good, so he asked with concern: "Professor Charles, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's nothing. Maybe I just drank a few sips of herbal tea, which made my stomach a little uncomfortable." Charles just made an excuse at random, but Nick raised his eyebrows and said with some doubts: "Is there something wrong with our water source?"
What's the problem? Natasha just said she had a stomachache after drinking too much cold water."
Nick shook his head and lowered his voice and said: "A Russian has a stomachache from drinking cold water. I think she was knocked unconscious by Schiller!"
Charles immediately cast his eyes on Nick's face and asked with a very serious expression: "Natasha and Schiller...?"
"She calls it hunting." Nick shrugged and said in a disapproving tone: "I made some preparations and hope they don't mess around too much."
"Where is Natasha now?"
"She was playing cards with the ladies in the house." Nick smiled and said, "She might as well play with them. Okay, I'm going to heat the oil, and there are a bunch of ingredients waiting to be processed."
Finally, Charles found Natasha behind the house, but he did not let Natasha find him. He pushed the wheelchair silently along the side of the house, and then heard Natasha coming from the bushes behind the house.
Tasha and Rocky's voices.
"I'm afraid I have to ask you to stay away from Schiller, Miss Rocky. I have emphasized this to Gwen. We must have a first-come-first-served basis, right?"
"Please, Natasha, are you wrong?! In the past few years, you have had countless opportunities to catch Schiller, but you have given up, and now you are jumping out to warn me?"
"Whether you believe it or not, he is my prey now. If you don't stay away from him, I'm afraid I will have to take a more drastic approach to warn you."
"How can you..."
"I will tell Thor that you want to crawl into Dr. Schiller's bed. Believe me, even if he wants you and Schiller to be a couple again, he will never allow you to be so frivolous and hasty."
Charles kept crossing himself on his chest, apparently thinking about more than a dozen sequels in his mind. Finally, he heard Luo Ji say: "Okay, but I have to remind you, contrary to men who like wisdom and elegance.
, Hela is more interested in powerful women, she is eyeing you."
"You don't need to remind me, don't you Asgardians have the same blood? One more thing I have to warn you, Gwen is underage, and Captain America will not let you mess around."
"Thanks for the reminder. If he comes to me, I will tell him that you want to hook up with him and Agent Carter respectively. You have thought about doing this, right?"
"You are no less generous to Hela and Thor."
Ten minutes later, Eric, who was making barbecue sauce, saw Charles, who had a dull look on his face, slowly walking over in a wheelchair.
"What's wrong with you?" Eric asked with a frown.
"God... I mean... God!" Charles opened his mouth wide, then closed it, then opened his mouth again and said: "... God!"
When Charles finally came to his senses, he looked at Eric and could hardly suppress his desire to spread gossip. Professor
He quickly came to Eric's side and lowered his voice and said, "You don't even know what I just heard..."
After Schiller finished processing the last piece of fish for making slippery fillets, he went to the temporary stove that Nick had set up and began to prepare the seasonings for cooking. At this time, Thor walked over with long strides.
He stopped suddenly in front of the stove and looked at Schiller with a frown and a serious face.
"What's wrong? Thor?" Schiller looked up.
"Well..." Thor said a long voice, his face relaxed, he touched his nose and said: "Well, what I want to say is, in fact, you know that Loki and Sif have some conflicts, and she also had some conflicts with Hela before.
Contradiction, so, so..."
Schiller nodded forward and looked at Thor to indicate that he was listening. Thor hesitated for a long time before saying: "I know they are not the kind of people to speak ill of others behind their backs, especially Sif.
She doesn’t know how many times she has caused trouble to Luo Ji.”
"Of course, Luo Ji was a bit bad before. She damaged Sif's hair and was chased and beaten by Sif. She deserved it. The same happened with Hela. She did some unreasonable behavior towards Hela.
They should be angry."
Thor's words were somewhat inconsistent, as if his English proficiency, which he had just improved a short time ago, had fallen back to where it was before. There were also some Old English and Asgardian words mixed in, as if he was trying hard to express his straightforward language.
Modify it tactfully.
"Of course." Schiller said as he greased the pot with a brush: "Everyone's opinions about other people are affected by their own likes and dislikes, which is inevitably unfair, but I think that the Asgardian royal family is not narrow-minded.
People, your forthright and straightforward character has a unique charm, and of course I am willing to bear the extra burden of some rash words for this charm."
Thor couldn't think of how a person could speak so tactfully and politely, but he did miraculously understand Schiller's meaning. If he had to say it, it would probably be because you guys are so reckless.
For the sake of my stupid and adorable husband, I won’t care what anyone says.
"Uh, no, what I actually mean is that I think your opinion of Luo Ji is pretty good. That's it. There's no need to change it."
Thor searched for a few more words and tried his best to express what he meant. He believed that Schiller could hear them.
Regardless of whether Schiller heard it or not, at least he acted as if he understood it. He nodded, smiled and said to Thor: "I always stick to my own judgments and opinions, and will not absorb unjudged, incorrect opinions.
You don’t have to worry about biased opinions.”
"The meat skewers are all ready." Nick came over and clapped his hands and wiped off the charcoal ash on his hands. Apparently he had just tried grilling two skewers. He said, "The charcoal fire is in just the right condition. Some of them need to be served while they are still hot."
The dishes for the table can be started."
Schiller nodded, wiped the water on his hands with the towel next to him, and then focused on cooking, while Thor muttered something, still seeming a little worried.
They set up two tables under the canopy in front of the tent and put them together, and then one dish after another was served.
The main course was the steaming charcoal-grilled steak. The still slightly red beef was branded with the pattern of a checkered grid, followed by a large pot of borscht that had been cooked over the fire for a long time. There was plenty of borscht in it.
There are many vegetables, especially tomatoes, and the rich salty-sweet aroma wafts in the wind.
Gwen's favorite not-so-healthy fried foods were also served one after another. Fried chicken, fried fish, fried potatoes, and snack platters were all served on a large white porcelain plate. They looked delicious and delicious.
Followed by pasta with tomato soup, grilled fish rubbed with coarse salt to taste, grilled fish head with cream cheese, and raw squid mixed with soy sauce.
Of course, there are several Chinese dishes cooked by Schiller, including tender and fragrant fish fillets, stir-fried squid, fresh fish soup, and even a fish head puff pastry.
Nick moved the oven to the edge of the dining table so that it would be easier to eat while grilling meat skewers. The meat skewers are divided into several flavors, namely the spicy flavor brushed with Mexican chili sauce, and the ordinary flavor marinated with black pepper.
The sour and sweet taste of lemon juice and sweet custard sauce fully caters to the different tastes of different people.
People in the center of the camp began to call their friends and call back all the people who were not here. Steve hung the powered light string on the horizontal pole in the center of the canopy to make everything look bright.
The ladies ran out of the house like the wind. Gwen Spider-Man was particularly agile in this gust of wind. She almost rushed to the dining table, leaning her head like a hungry cub to smell the food on the table.
"Be careful not to let your hair fall into the dishes." Schiller said as he divided the plates.
"Then I have a premonition." Gwen ran to the other side of the dining table and started looking at several other dishes. She took out her phone and took pictures, and then started to reach out to invite others to sit down and take photos.
.
A party always needs a lively person to liven up the atmosphere, and Gwen Spider-Man is obviously the perfect party atmosphere person.
She began to quickly ask who liked what kind of dishes, arranged their seats, ran back to get napkins and placed them in front of everyone, took out her mobile phone and asked everyone to take a photo with their favorite dishes, and then asked everyone to gather together
We took a group photo together, weaving through the crowd, like an excited dog. If she had a tail now, it would have shaken its afterimage.
"Calm down for a while, Miss." Schiller said a little helplessly. He pointed to the empty seat for Gwen and said, "Sit down and eat."
Spider-Man Gwen put down her phone reluctantly and said: "I want Spider-Man in the whole universe to know that I have dinner with you. The news has just spread to the former universe No. 72."
"I think if you don't put down your phone, the spelling errors in your paper will spread further."
"Oh my god, come on, Dean Schiller, you're going to make me consider transferring to Dean Charles!"
When it got completely dark, Nick began to tell the story of the Howling Commandos. The atmosphere of memories of those war years did not last long. Gwen Spider-Man's high-pitched laughter diluted the faint gray tone, making the night fall.
Even the darkest days become brighter.
Ivan talked about his years on the shores of Lake Baikal over vodka. When he talked about the former Soviet Union, he inevitably talked about the place where Natasha was born. The female agent started talking more as she picked up the wine glass, and she often appeared intermittently.
The birch forest and the red house in her dream.
This was far from being called a luxurious banquet. The burnt smell of the barbecue and the moist breath of the night reminded people of the gradually extinguished fireplace. In the end, most of the people drank and became drunkards who wanted to put the moon in their pockets and take it home.
And when Schiller, who was still awake, carried them back to the house one by one, he felt that his heart was beating more and more powerfully from this too ordinary, even vulgar, daily life.
of happiness.
This happiness only lasted until Natasha appeared outside his door.