Chapter 1632 Fishing Day (Twenty-Five)

Natasha swept into the cabin quickly and violently like a whirlwind. Just as she was about to run up the stairs to the second floor, she saw Luo Ji, who had just come in with Gwen Spider-Man, holding a deck of cards in his hand. Go upstairs.

"Luo Ji, wait a minute." Natasha quickly rushed over and stopped Luo Ji, looked into her green eyes and said, "What are you doing up here?"

"Of course I'm looking for Gwen." Luo Ji shrugged, looked at the cards in her hand and said to Natasha: "She promised me to teach me how to play this card before the food was ready, but she didn't even start. I was called by Schiller to revise the paper."

"Uh, are you sure she just went to correct the paper?"

Luo Ji looked at Natasha with some doubts, then licked her lips and said with a slightly disbelieving expression: "Natasha, aren't you? You just fell into Schiller's hands?"

"I...well, listen, Rocky, I know Schiller is unlikely to attack minors, but you also know how wild this Miss Gwen's style is, and I don't want her in Schiller's house. Stayed here too long.”

Luo Ji slowly took two steps back and looked at Natasha as if she had met her for the first time. Before she could ask more questions, Natasha grabbed Luo Ji's arm and said, "You have to go up." Looking for her, right? Then go quickly, it’s best to bring Gwen back here, so that Schiller can take his hands off to prepare food.”

Luo Ji pursed her lips, looking a little confused, but in the end she shrugged and walked upstairs. After a while, she and Gwen Spider-Man walked down together, and Gwen Spider-Man was still talking. complained.

"God, you've been a big help, Luo Ji, I almost thought he was going to eat me." After saying that, she happily put her arm around Luo Ji's shoulders, pulled her towards her, and smiled with her white teeth exposed. Said: "Now we are good sisters who share weal and woe. Let's go, I will teach you how to play cards."

Luo Ji was speechless, crossed her arms and walked quickly to the sofa and said: "There are more than 30 spelling errors in a 500-word paper. You are really good at it."

Natasha let out a long breath, but at this time Schiller walked out of the room again, her eyes still falling on Gwen and Luo Ji. Natasha quickly rushed forward and stood between them, revealing a He gave a fake smile and said, "I just want to know how to play this game. Do you mind teaching me?"

"You actually don't know how to play German Heart Attack?!" Spider-Man Gwen opened her eyes in surprise and said, "Am I the only party girl here?"

"I'm afraid, miss, you can't expect a female agent from the former Soviet Union to go to the old crazy parties in the United States. Come on, tell me the rules, maybe we can work together to win."

Gwen Spider-Man immediately rolled his eyes and said: "Stop making trouble, this is not poker, there is no such thing as joining forces. To put it simply, this is a game of reaction ability..."

Gwen Spider-Man briefly introduced the rules of the German Heart Disease game to Natasha and Rocky. In short, there are fifty-six cards with different numbers of fruits printed on them, and everyone takes turns. Cards, ring the bell whenever there are more than five of the same fruits on the table, it is the simplest party game.

Gwen Spider-Man showed a mysterious smile, waved the cards in his hand and said, "It sounds a bit childish, right? You sit here and think about it and you can't think of what's fun about it, but when you actually play it, you will You’ll understand.”

Natasha and Luo Ji were a little confused. They thought that this deck of fifty-six fruit cards would have some very complicated rules. However, they didn't expect it to be so simple. It can't even be said to be simple, but rather He's mentally retarded. Who can't do addition and subtraction within 5?

The two older women were simply full of questions. In addition to being confused, they also had deep concerns about the IQ of Americans.

"I'm sure you don't have any real feelings when I say this. Why don't we give it a try." Gwen Spider-Man pursed her lips and raised the corners of her mouth, showing a bad smile. Natasha and Luo Ji looked at each other and nodded.

At this time, Schiller had already reached the bottom of the stairs. Spider-Man Gwen waved at him vigorously and said, "None of us know how to cook, so I'll leave it to you for dinner. Let's play here for a while, bye." "

Schiller shook his head, looking a little helpless, but still put his hands into his trench coat pockets and walked out of the door.

After Schiller left, Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. At least she had caught Gwen Spider-Man and Luo Ji. At this time, Gwen Spider-Man was already preparing to turn over.

The three of them took turns to turn over the cards. The first card was two prunes, and the second card was three bananas. Natasha's hand hesitated for a moment, and then she remembered that the rules said there must be five identical fruits, and then Received it back.

The fourth card was a lemon, and the fifth card was two lemons. Everyone took turns and failed to collect five fruits. The process inevitably seemed a bit boring.

But when the sixth card was thrown out, five bananas suddenly appeared. Natasha hesitated for a moment, so Gwen Spider-Man, who was slower but knew the rules better, and Rocky, who reacted faster, reached out to ring the bell at the same time.

Luo Ji's movements should be faster. Of course, it is also possible that Gwen Spider-Man, who has a spider sense, deliberately let go. In short, Luo Ji's hand pressed on the bell first, followed by Gwen Spider-Man's hand.

Originally, this was a very normal action, but Loki's body suddenly stiffened, because she could feel Gwen Spider-Man's finger suggestively stroking the back of her hand and drawing an arc.

Gwen Spider-Man pretended nothing happened and took her hand back. After a while, Loki also slowly took her hand back. Then in the next two rounds of the game, Loki, who was known for her intelligence, never got the addition and subtraction within 5 right.

This stupid game that couldn't be more stupid is about "the heart is confused and the knife is slow". If you play with bad friends, it is easy to make each other's hands red when ringing the bell. Then you have to think about it next time you want to grab the bell, so as not to fail to grab the bell and get slapped by others.

But if you play with some people who are familiar but not too familiar, but have a good impression of each other, then grabbing the bell, which may touch the hand, will seem a bit ambiguous, and may even become an opportunity for one party to take the initiative.

Natasha didn't have any physical contact with the two of them throughout the whole process. Either she turned over the cards that just made up five, so she quickly rang the bell, or she didn't react at all and didn't even reach out her hand, so she played these rounds of games alone.

Then, Gwen Spider-Man took out the other props she bought and began to explain the rules of truth or dare or roulette to them. This was more interesting than the slightly mentally retarded game of German heart disease, especially gambling on roulette was very much in line with Natasha's taste. From time to time, the laughter of female agents could be heard in the house.

The atmosphere inside the cabin was hot, and the atmosphere outside was not bad either. After the ladies left, the men who had good cooking skills began to prepare a sumptuous meal for dinner, which can be roughly divided into meat processing area, fish processing area, and other staple food or vegetable processing area.

Nick and Steve, two Americans, were processing meat. The SHIELD Agents Supermarket that Gwen Spider-Man went to provided fresh beef. The beef did not need to be thawed. Nick had already cut it into small pieces and marinated it with sauce. However, the lamb chops and chicken wings were frozen and were being thawed aside.

Yin Fan brought over a pot of chopped bell peppers. Nick skewered the meat in pieces. Steve hammered the steak on a cutting board made of tree rings on the other side and sprinkled the ground pepper on the surface of the steak.

Schiller processed fish as usual. This was actually the most difficult job. It was inevitably dirty and tiring for ordinary people to do it. After all, killing fish requires bleeding, scales, gills, and internal organs. The processing speed must be fast, otherwise the fish meat will easily become stale.

But Schiller was able to dig out a sense of neat and tiring beauty from this most mundane job, and even had a kind of elegance like making a work of art.

He connected a water pipe from the house and placed it next to the largest round eucalyptus board. He took a fish from the water tank, held the tail and slapped it on the eucalyptus board, making a bang. After the fish fainted, the blade was inserted into the fish gills accurately. With a turn of the wrist, the gills were removed.

He tapped the boning knife in his hand on the eucalyptus board, scraped off the fish scales in a few strokes, pressed the fish sideways on the eucalyptus board, cut it open along the belly line with the tip of the knife, raised the blade and scraped it from top to bottom, and then pressed the blade down from bottom to top, and the internal organs slid onto the eucalyptus board along the blade.

He raised the blade to scrape all the unnecessary internal organs, blood and water out of the eucalyptus board, then spread the fish and cut fine lines with the tip of the knife to make it easier to taste, and threw the fish tail on the ice pile next to it, and then took the next one.

The whole process was not very fast, but Schiller's seriousness and concentration added a different charm to this series of actions.

Unconsciously, Charles and Eric opposite him were only watching him deal with the fish and forgot about their own work.

"I bet he killed a lot of fish." Charles sighed and said, "Maybe he was a young fisherman, or he may have lived in a coastal city for a long time."

Eric glanced at Charles expressionlessly, and had nothing to say about his old friend's naivety. He just stirred the starch in his hand with a fork and said, "You are completely wrong. Fishermen and fishmongers pursue speed more because that is their livelihood. Only with high efficiency can they make more money."

Charles turned to look at Eric, who said while stirring what he was doing, "It's obvious. Obviously, the occasions when Schiller used the knife were not to provide him with means of livelihood, but to make him enjoy spiritual pleasure, so the speed was not fast, but quite focused. "

"He must have enjoyed it many times, each time slowly, elegantly, and full of enjoyment, and then he remembered all of this in his heart, sublimated it into a unique art, and forged a unique temperament. "

Eric's words echoed in Charles' ears, making him unable to help thinking and recalling. When he looked up and looked at Schiller opposite, he could actually see a hint of youth from the focused look between his eyebrows and forehead.

A hazy and ethereal light appeared in front of his eyes, and his thoughts gradually drifted away and connected with his special ability. A deep crack in the abyss was like a scar across the earth. Charles saw in a daze that a young man was half-kneeling in a pool of blood, holding a knife in his hand.

The young man was pressing something with his knees, and when the blade moved down, he could see clearly that it was a giant perch, which still had nerve reflexes and kept twisting and struggling under him.

Charles was involuntarily attracted to look closely, and then he saw no more and no less than twenty-four ribs in the wound that had been cut open.

Instantly, a storm of thoughts swept across America.