Daisy has no intention of celebrating Christmas, but she has been busy for half a year since she traveled to the present, and today everyone chose to rest and 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 concepts from Orientals, they like to build villas in the suburbs, the richer they are, the more biased they build, like Tony. Stark's villas in Los Angeles are all built on the cliffs by the sea! Push open the window to the Pacific Ocean, and you can hear the sound of the waves at any time!

If the enemy wants to attack him, it doesn't take much to come, he can come by driving a helicopter and singing, because this is already the border, and the people are the Son of Heaven 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, and is ready to buy a house in the city center for the convenience of travel.

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

Using various means, more than 5 million yuan was scraped, but this money is still a lot short of buying a house in the center of Manhattan.

What's more, there will be a subprime mortgage crisis next year, how to look stupid to buy a house at this time.

She rented a separate house, which was usually taken care of by the maid, and today was the first time she had moved in.

Looking up and down the two floors, downstairs is the dining room, living room and bathroom, gym, walk up the stairs, upstairs there are two bedrooms, and a powder room.

I heard that Tony, a big dog family. Stark's seaside villas have swimming pools, tennis courts, golf courses, and fourteen bathrooms alone! Daisy takes off her coat and walks into the dining room to cook something to eat, full of contempt for the big dog.

What kind of turkey, cake, gingerbread and the like do foreigners spend Christmas, she doesn't have this leisure, Christmas is just a day off for her, just an ordinary rest day.

personally went into battle, and boiled a large pot of tomato egg noodles by dividing three times by two.

It's not that she doesn't want to cook other dishes, it's that it's too troublesome, and the big pot and bowl are suitable for her current body.

Daisy is making noodles and she doesn't know Grant in the distance. Ward was watching her.

Ward wanted to knock on the door directly, and then chat, and spy on some information, but at this stage, the relationship between the two was very strange, far from the extent of coming to the door for Christmas, and Mr. Ward could only observe from a distance.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure, hurriedly shrunk up, and then felt unsafe and easy to expose, so he simply gave up observation and left the scene.

Daisy, unaware that someone was watching her, was watching TV while holding a large pot of noodles while filling her stomach.

"Dangdang" was just halfway through eating when he heard a knock on the door.

She opened the door, and to her surprise, she found 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 over it, ripped jeans and boots on her legs, and a delicate face with light makeup.

Hill was holding a bottle of red wine in her hand, and her expression was a little unnatural: "I don't have any friends in New York, so I ......"

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

So she didn't quite know how to spend Christmas, but when she came to the door, she smiled and asked Hill to come in.

After that, she scratched her head a little, should the guests come to visit her to let her family have something to eat?

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

"Have you finished eating?" Hill was automatically attracted to the big pot, and she ate more than half of the big pot of noodles, and if Daisy had already finished eating, she had no reason to stay.

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

The conscience of heaven and earth, she is still some distance away from being full.

The news that she can eat may still be a secret in S.H.I.E.L.D., but in Sharon, Hill's small circle can't be hidden.

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

She opened the fridge to see what the ingredients were.

Miss Maid turns out to be a housekeeper, and the fridge is full of Christmas supplies, but Daisy is too lazy to do it.

Ingredients that would otherwise be wasted have shown their value when Hill arrives.

The turkey had been prepared by the maid in advance, and Hill buttered the turkey all over the body, Daisy cut the vegetables, and then stuffed them all into the turkey's belly, and baked them directly in the oven.

After that, the process is to take it out, brush the seasoning, flip, bake it again, brush it again, and finally take the temperature out of the oven.

There is a set of strict standards for cooking in the West, such as how long it can be baked and how many degrees it is heated.

Unlike Oriental cooking, it is the mode of "adding a little so-and-so" and "cooking for a period of time".

They cook according to recipes, just like chemistry experiments.

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 food, it will not be ridiculously bad.

As if the baking was a little hot, Hill took off his coat and the shirt was the most popular one-shoulder design at the moment, with the neck, shoulders and collarbones exposed.

After an hour of busyness, Daisy couldn't help with the roast turkey, so she had to set up the table, set up a table of cakes, and put the red wine that Hill had brought on the table.

The two took their seats, Daisy opened the red wine, and one poured a glass.

Gently clink glasses "Merry Christmas." ”

"Merry Christmas."

Listening to melodious Christmas songs, they chatted and ate at the same time.

Even after eating a large bowl of noodles before, Daisy can still eat several times more than Hill, even if Hill is not a weak woman, and in the end, most of the turkey still falls into Daisy's stomach.

Hill tilted her neck, revealing most of her shoulders and underwear straps, she couldn't suppress her curiosity, and there was some inquiry in her eyes: "Can your stomach absorb so much?" ”

Daisy looked at Hill's serious eyes, and knew that it would be too much to talk about Chinese kung fu.

Her current abilities are just primitive shockwaves and a newly developed teleportation spell. However, this is her home, and Shockwave is not suitable for operation, so she can only perform short-distance teleportation.

"Look at it."

Stretching out his left hand, the pale blue halo formed a clockwise vortex, and then an apple was thrown in Ciel's curious eyes, and the apple fell out in a counterclockwise vortex three meters above the two of their heads, and she caught it.

"You're a mutant?" Ciel's eyes were a little embarrassed, she didn't want this to be the result, the contradiction between ordinary people and mutants was very big, as a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., she had to stand on the side of ordinary people.