Transform Into the Marvel World

Daisy doesn't mean to celebrate Christmas, but she has been busy for half a year since she traveled to the present. Today, everyone chose to rest and decided to give herself a day off.

With some small money in her hand, the first thing she thought about was to solve the problem of accommodation.

Europeans and Americans have different ideas from the Orientals. They like to build villas in the suburbs. The richer they are, the more they are built. For example, Tony Stark's villas in Los Angeles have been built on cliffs by the sea! Open the window is the Pacific Ocean, and you can hear the sound of waves at any time!

If the enemy wants to attack him, it doesn't take much effort to come over by driving a helicopter and singing songs, because here is the national border. People are the emperor who guards the country, and he is a rich man who guards the border.

This kind of value is very different from Daisy. She is not interested in the wilderness. For the convenience of travel, she plans to buy a house in the city center.

But Manhattan's housing prices are not inferior to another time and space in the imperial capital. Daisy has been learning the spirit of S.H.I.E.L.D. during this time, inheriting the fine traditions of the older generation, such as Nick Fury, and embezzling crew funds.

Using various methods, a full amount of more than 5 million was scraped, but the money was not much worse than buying a house in central Manhattan.

What's more, there will be a subprime mortgage crisis next year, so it's silly to buy a house at this time.

She rented an independent house and gave it to the maid to take care of it. Today is the first time she has moved in.

I looked at the upper and lower floors. Downstairs is the dining room, living room and bathroom, gym, and upstairs. There are two bedrooms and a powder room upstairs.

I heard that Tony Stark’s seaside villa has swimming pools, tennis courts and golf courses, and there are only 14 bathrooms! Daisy took off her coat, full of contempt for big dogs, and walked into the restaurant to prepare something to eat.

Foreigners spend Christmas like turkey, cakes, gingerbread, etc. She doesn't have such a leisurely mood. Christmas is just a day off for her, an ordinary day off.

In person, I cooked a big pot of tomato and egg noodles.

It's not that she doesn't want to cook other dishes, but that it is too troublesome, and big pots and bowls are suitable for her current body.

Daisy was making noodles. She didn't know that Grant Ward was watching her in the distance.

Ward really wanted to knock on the door directly, then chat and spy on some intelligence, but at this stage the relationship between the two is very strange, far from reaching the door for Christmas. Mr. Ward can only observe from a distance.

Suddenly he saw a familiar figure and hurriedly flinched. Later, he felt unsafe and easy to be exposed, so he gave up observation and left the scene.

Daisy didn't know anyone was observing herself in secret, she was holding a large bowl of noodles while watching TV, while chucking her stomach.

"Dangdang" just ate halfway and heard a knock on the door.

She opened the door of the room, somewhat surprised, and found that it was Hill standing outside the door.

Today's female adjutant did not wear the battle uniform of the past, but changed into a white shirt with a beige jacket on the outside, ripped jeans, short boots on her legs, and light makeup on her delicate face.

Hill holding a bottle of red wine in her hand, she looked a little unnatural: "I have no friends in New York, so..."

Daisy didn't know Christmas etiquette very well. She didn't care about Christmas in her previous life. She was bullied by white children when she was a child. She didn't have much affection for Christmas. She spent many years alone.

So she didn't know how to spend Christmas either, but the door was the guest. She smiled and asked Hill to come in.

After that, she scratched her head a bit. Should the guests visit her, should they let someone eat something?

"I'll give you something to eat below?" She didn't expect anything strange, but felt that foreigners don't have the habit of eating noodles on Christmas.

"Have you finished eating?" Hill was automatically attracted by the big bowl. He ate more than half a big bowl of noodles. If Daisy had finished eating, she would have no reason to stay.

"No, no, that's..." Daisy flushed and tried to explain, but she didn't find a good excuse for a while, and the big pot grinned, as if silently mocking her.

The conscience of heaven and earth, she still has a long way to eat.

The news that she can eat may still be a secret in S.H.I.E.L.D., but in the small circle of Sharon and Hill, it can't help it.

The female adjutant was a little funny: "Your Christmas was too sloppy."

She opened the refrigerator to see what ingredients were there.

It turns out that the maid has a talent for housekeeping, and the refrigerator is full of Christmas supplies, but Daisy is lazy and doesn't want to do it.

The ingredients that would have been wasted manifested their own value after Hill arrived.

The turkey has been pre-processed by the maid. Hill put butter on the turkey, and Daisy cut the vegetables, then stuffed them all in the belly of the turkey, and put them in the oven directly.

The next process is to take it out, brush the seasoning, turn it over, bake it, brush it, and measure the temperature at the end.

Western cooking has a set of strict standards, including requirements for how long to bake and how much temperature.

It’s not like the Eastern cooking method of "adding a little bit" and "cooking for a while".

They cook strictly according to the recipe, just like doing a chemical experiment.

As long as you have a certain amount of hands-on ability and operate normally according to the recipe, even if you can't make delicious, it will not be too bad.

It seems that the baking is a little hot. Hill took off his coat. The shirt is currently the most popular one-shoulder design. The neck, shoulders and collarbone are all exposed. ..

After busying for an hour, Daisy couldn't help the roast turkey, so she could only set up the dining table, put another table of cakes, and the red wine Hill brought on the table.

The two were seated, Daisy drew red wine, and one poured a glass.

Clink glasses "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas."

Listening to the melodious Christmas song, they talked and ate at the same time.

Even if I ate a large bowl of noodles before ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Daisy can still eat several times more than Hill, even if Hill is not a weak woman, most of the turkey still fell into Daisy's belly.

Hill tilted her neck, revealing half of her shoulders and underwear straps. She really couldn't restrain her curiosity. There was some inquiries in her eyes: "Can your stomach absorb so much?"

Daisy looked at Hill with serious eyes, and knew that it would be too much to talk about Chinese Kung Fu.

Her current abilities are only the most primitive shock wave and the newly developed teleportation technique. But this is her home, Sasser is not suitable for operation, she can only perform short-distance teleportation.

"I'm optimistic."

Stretching out his left hand, the light blue halo formed a clockwise vortex, and then threw an apple in Hill's curious eyes. The apple fell out in a counterclockwise vortex three meters above their heads and was caught by her smoothly.

"Are you a mutant?" Hill's eyes were a little embarrassed. She didn't want this result. The conflict between ordinary people and mutants was very big. As a member of SHIELD, she must stand by ordinary people.