Daisy has no intention of celebrating Christmas, but she has been very busy in the six months since time travel. Seeing that everyone has chosen to take a rest today, she also decided to give herself a day off.
With a little money in hand, the first thing she thought about was to solve the accommodation problem.
Europeans and Americans have different ideas from Easterners. 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 built on seaside cliffs! When you open the window, you can see the Pacific Ocean.
You can hear the waves!
If the enemy wants to attack him, he can come over without much trouble. He can fly a helicopter and sing songs, because this is already the national border. He is the emperor guarding the country, and he is a rich man guarding the border.
This kind of value is very different from Daisy. She is not interested in the wilderness. For the convenience of traveling, she plans to buy a house in the city center.
But the housing prices in Manhattan are no less than those in the imperial capital of another time and space. Daisy has been learning the spirit of SHIELD during this period, inheriting the fine traditions of the older generation, such as Nick Fury, and embezzling the crew's funds.
Using various means, they scraped off more than five million, but the money was still not enough to buy a house in the center of Manhattan.
What's more, there will be a subprime mortgage crisis next year. Buying a house at this time seems stupid.
She rented an independent house and left it to the maid to take care of. Today was her first time living in it.
I looked up and down the two floors. Downstairs is the dining room, living room, bathroom, and gym. Up the stairs, there are two bedrooms and a powder room upstairs.
I heard that the beachside villa of Tony Stark, the big dog owner, has a swimming pool, tennis court and golf course, and there are fourteen bathrooms alone! Daisy took off her coat, full of contempt for the big dog owner, and walked into the restaurant to prepare something to eat.
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Foreigners spend Christmas with turkey, cakes, gingerbread and the like. She doesn’t have this leisurely atmosphere. For her, Christmas is just a day off, just an ordinary rest day.
I went into battle myself and cooked a large pot of tomato and egg noodles.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to cook other dishes, it’s just that it’s too troublesome, and big pots and bowls are just suitable for her current body.
Daisy was making noodles. She didn't know that Grant Ward was observing her from a distance.
Ward really wanted to knock on the door directly, chat later, and glean some information, but at this stage, the relationship between the two was very unfamiliar, far from the level of visiting the house for Christmas, so Mr. Ward could only observe from a distance.
Suddenly he saw a familiar figure and hurriedly shrank up. Then he felt unsafe and easily exposed, so he gave up observation and left the scene.
Daisy didn't know that someone was watching her secretly. She held a large bowl of noodles and watched TV while filling her stomach.
"Dangdang" had just finished eating 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, ripped jeans, short boots, and light makeup on her delicate face.
Hill was holding a bottle of red wine in her hand, and she looked a little unnatural: "I don't have many 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 and didn't like Christmas very much. She spent it alone for many years.
So she didn't quite know how to spend Christmas, but when guests came to her door, she smiled and invited Hill to come in.
After that, she scratched her head a little. Should she let the guests eat something when they came to visit?
"Shall I feed it to you?" She didn't expect anything weird, but thought that foreigners didn't have the habit of eating noodles on Christmas.
"Have you finished eating?" Hill was automatically attracted to the large bowl of noodles, and he ate more than half of the large bowl of noodles. If Daisy had already finished eating, she would have no reason to stay.
"No, no, that is..." Daisy's face turned red, and she was desperately trying to explain, but she couldn't find a good excuse for a while. The big basin opened its mouth, as if silently laughing at her.
With the conscience of heaven and earth, she is still far from being full.
The news that she can eat may still be a secret in SHIELD, but it can no longer be kept secret from the small circle of Sharon and Hill.
The female adjutant was a little funny: "Your Christmas was too careless."
She opened the refrigerator to see what ingredients were there.
It turns out that the maid is very talented as a housekeeper, and the refrigerator is full of Christmas supplies, but Daisy is too lazy to do it.
Ingredients that would have been wasted have shown their value after Hill arrived.
The turkey has been processed by the maid in advance. Hill smeared the turkey with butter. Daisy cut the vegetables, stuffed them all into the belly of the turkey, and placed them in the oven for baking.
The subsequent process is to take it out, brush it with seasonings, flip it, bake it again, brush it again, and finally take it out of the oven to measure the temperature.
There is a set of strict standards for cooking in the West, including requirements for how long to bake and what temperature to bake at.
It’s not like the Oriental cooking method of “adding a little of something” and “cooking for a while”.
They cook strictly according to the recipes, just like doing chemical experiments.
As long as you have certain hands-on skills and follow the recipes normally, even if you don't make it delicious, it won't be ridiculously bad.
After being busy for an hour, Daisy couldn't help with the roasted turkey. She could only arrange the dining table, put a table of cakes, and the red wine brought by Hill was also placed on the table.
The two of them sat down, Daisy opened the red wine, and each of them poured a glass.
Clink the glasses "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas."
Listening to the melodious Christmas songs, they chatted and ate.
Even though she had eaten a large bowl of noodles before, Daisy could still eat several times more than Hill. Even Hill was not a weak woman. In the end, most of the turkey ended up in Daisy's belly.
Hill tilted her neck. She couldn't restrain her curiosity, and there was some inquiry in her eyes: "Can your intestines and stomach absorb so many things?"
Daisy looked at Hill's serious eyes and knew that talking about Chinese Kung Fu would be too much.
Her current powers are only the original shock wave and the newly developed teleportation technique. However, this is her home, and the shock wave is not suitable for operation, so she can only perform short-distance teleportation.
"Watch it."
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 smoothly.<
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"Are you a mutant?" Hill's eyes were a little confused. She didn't want this to be the result. The conflict between ordinary people and mutants was very big. As a member of SHIELD, she had to stand on the side of ordinary people. p>