The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 1606 Fishing Day (twenty-six)

"Your mutant abilities just went out of control."

"I do not……"

"It was faint, and you stopped it in time, but you really lost 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, so that his beating heart stopped beating so violently, he clenched his hand on the wheelchair slightly, and said, " It was just an accident and I'm sure it didn't affect anyone."

Eric glanced over Nick and his party who were chatting nearby, they were still talking and laughing, as if they didn't notice anything.

Ordinary people are usually not sensitive to what happens in the spiritual world. Even if their thinking stops for a moment at the same time, it is difficult for them to realize that they are being affected.

Charles has mastered the control of his abilities, and at the moment when the storm of thinking just unfolded, he reduced its influence to a level that ordinary people can hardly detect.

"Who did you get in touch with again?" Eric knew Charles very well, although it was a question, his tone was very firm, and he continued: "What kind of terrible memory has affected you? "

"Charles." Eric rarely called Charles by his code name, but directly called his name, which was enough to show his concern. He slowed down his movements and said, "Aren't you in your twenties?" It must be horrifying to be able to irritate you now at 100 years old, but you know, you can tell me like I was then, I'm never terrified."

Charles seemed to hesitate for a moment, the desire to talk lingered in his heart and moved to his throat, but finally he shook his head and said: "I don't think it's serious enough, I think I can go to... ..."

"Is the starch ready?" Nick came over and asked. He shook the plate in his hand lightly and said, "Water fried chicken is indispensable for water starch. The chicken breast has been cut and it will be ready for cooking soon."

Eric handed him the bowl in his hand. Nick keenly observed that Charles' complexion 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 feel 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 also said just now that she had a stomachache from drinking too much cold water."

Nick shook his head, lowered his voice and said, "A Russian dude actually has a stomachache from drinking cold water. I think she was stunned by Schiller!"

Charles immediately set his eyes on Nick's face, and asked with a very serious expression, "Natasha and Schiller...?"

"She called it a hunt." Nick shrugged, and said in a tone of disapproval: "I made a little preparation and hope they won't mess around too much."

"Where is Natasha now?"

"She's playing cards with the ladies in the house." Nick smiled and said, "She can also play with them. Well, I'm going to heat the oil. There are still a bunch of ingredients waiting to be processed."

In the end, Charles found Natasha behind the house, but without Natasha finding him, he pushed the wheelchair along the side of the house silently, and then heard Natasha coming from the bushes behind the house. The voices of Tasha and Rocky.

"I'm afraid I have to ask you to stay away from Schiller, Miss Rocky. I have already emphasized this with Gwen. We must have a first-come, first-served one?"

"Please, Natasha, did you make a mistake?! In the past few years, you have had countless opportunities to chase Schiller, but you gave up, and now you are jumping out to warn me?"

"Believe it or not, he is my prey now. If you don't stay away from him, I'm afraid I can only warn you in a more drastic way."

"How can you..."

"I will tell Thor that you are going to climb Dr. Schiller's bed. Believe me, even if he wants you to make a pair with Schiller again, he will never allow you to be so frivolous."

Charles kept making the sign of the cross on his chest, apparently rehearsing a dozen sequels in his head, and finally he heard Rocky say, "Okay, but I have to remind you that contrary to men who like intelligence and elegance, , Hela is more interested in women full of strength, and she has her eyes on you."

"You don't need to remind, don't you Asgardians come from the same line? There is 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'll tell him you want to hook him up and Agent Carter respectively, you thought about doing that, didn't you?"

"You don't give in to Hela and Thor."

Ten minutes later, Eric, who was making barbecue sauce, saw Charles with a dull face slowly walking over in a wheelchair.

"What's wrong with you?" Eric asked, frowning.

"God...I mean...God!" Charles opened his mouth, closed it again, and opened it again, "...God!"

When Charles finally came back to his senses, he looked at Eric, and could hardly suppress his desire to spread gossip. Professor X, who is always self-restraining and polite, finally couldn't bear it this time, and planned to indulge himself once, so he He quickly came to Eric's side, lowered his voice and said, "You don't even know what I just heard..."

After Schiller finished the last piece of fish used to make slippery fish fillets, he came to the temporary stove set up by Nick and began to prepare the seasoning for cooking. At this time, Thor walked over with big strides. He slammed on the brakes in front of the stove, and looked at Schiller seriously with a frown.

"What's wrong? Thor?" Schiller looked up.

"Hmm..." Torto made a long sound, his face relaxed, he touched his nose and said, "Well, that's what I want to say, in fact, you know that Luo Ji and Sif have some conflicts, and she also had some conflicts with Hela before." Contradictions, so, so..."

Schiller nodded forward, watching Thor signaled that he was listening, Thor hesitated for a long time before saying: "I know that the two of them are not the kind of people who will speak ill of others, especially Sif, She doesn't know how many times she has troubled Luo Ji."

"Of course, Luo Ji was a bit vicious before. She broke Sif's hair and was chased and beaten by Sif. She deserved it. It was the same with Hela. She did some unreasonable behaviors towards Hela. They should be angry."

Thor was a bit out of line, as if his English level, which had just been improved for a long time, had returned to the original place, and some Old English and Asgardish were mixed in during the period, as if he was trying to make his own straightforward language The modification is a little more tactful.

"Of course." Schiller said as he greased the pan with a brush, "Everyone's opinion of other people is influenced by their own likes and dislikes, which is inevitably unfair, but I don't think the royal family of Asgard is narrow-minded. People, your bold and straightforward character has a unique charm, and of course I am willing to bear some extra rash words for this charm."

Thor wanted to break his head, but he couldn't think of how a person could speak so euphemistically and politely, but he did miraculously understand Schiller's meaning. For the sake of being stupid and cute, I don't care what anyone says.

"Uh, no, what I mean is, I think your opinion of Luo Ji is quite good, that's all, there is no need to change it."

Thor searched his guts to find a few more words, and tried his best to express his meaning. He believed that Schiller could hear it.

Regardless of whether Schiller heard it or not, at least he acted as if he understood. He nodded, smiled and said to Thor: "I have always insisted on my own judgments and opinions, and I will not absorb unjudged, wrong Biased opinions, you don’t have to worry about it.”

"The meat skewers are all done." Nick came over and clapped his hands to shake off the charcoal ashes from his hands. Obviously he just tried to grill two skewers. The dishes on the table can start to be cooked."

Schiller nodded, wiped the water on his hands with the towel next to him, and then focused on cooking, while Thor muttered something, still seemed a little worried.

They set up two tables under the canopy in front of the tent, brought them together, and dish after dish was served.

The main course is steaming charcoal-grilled steak, the still slightly red beef is branded with the pattern of checkered net, followed by a large pot of borscht that has been hung on the fire for a long time, and there is enough meat in it. There are many vegetables, especially tomatoes, and the strong salty and sweet aroma drifts with the wind.

Gwen's favorite not-so-healthy fried food was also served one after another. Fried chicken, fried fish, fried potatoes, and the assortment of snacks were served on a large white porcelain plate, which looked delicious and delicious.

Followed by pasta with tomato soup, grilled fish rubbed with coarse salt, grilled fish head with cream cheese, and raw squid mixed with soy sauce.

Of course, there are a few Chinese dishes made by Schiller, such as tender and delicious slippery fish fillets, stir-fried squid, fresh fish soup, and even a fish head soaked pancake.

Nick moved the oven to the side of the dining table, so that it is convenient to eat while grilling kebabs. The kebabs are divided into several flavors, namely the spicy flavor brushed with Mexican chili sauce, the ordinary flavor marinated with black pepper, and the brushed flavor. The sweet and sour taste of lemon juice and sweet custard sauce fully caters for the different tastes of different people.

The people in the middle of the camp started calling for friends and calling back everyone else who wasn't here, and Steve hung the strings of lights already connected to the pole in the middle of the canopy to make everything look bright.

The ladies ran out of the house like the wind, and Gwen Spider-Man was particularly swift in this gust. She almost rushed to the dining table, leaning her head towards the table like a hungry cub, smelling the dishes on the table.

"Be careful, don't let your hair fall into the dishes." Schiller said as he divided the plates.

"Then I'll have a hunch." Gwen ran to the other side of the dining table again, started to look at the other dishes, took out her mobile phone to take pictures, and then began to reach out for other people to sit down and take pictures .

A party always needs someone to liven up the mood, and Gwen Spider-Man is clearly the perfect party cheerleader.

She quickly asked who and what kind of dishes people like to eat, arranged seats for them, ran back and put napkins in front of everyone, took out her mobile phone and asked everyone to take a group photo with their favorite dishes, and then let everyone gather together Taking a group photo together, weaving through the crowd, like an excited dog, if she had a tail now, she would have shaken her afterimage.

"Calm down for a while, miss." Schiller said a little helplessly, he pointed to the vacant seat for Gwen and said, "Sit down and eat."

Gwen Spider-Man reluctantly put down his phone, and said, "I want to let all the Spider-Mans in the universe know that I have dinner with you, and the news has just spread to the former Universe 72."

"I think if you don't put your phone down, the spelling mistakes in your paper must have spread farther."

"God, come on, Dean Schiller, you're almost making me think about transferring to Dean Charles!"

When it was completely dark, Nick began to tell about the past of the Roaring Commando. The war years made the atmosphere of memories short-lived. Even the darkest is brightened.

Ivan talked about his years on the shore of Lake Baikal with vodka. When he talked about the former Soviet Union, he inevitably talked about the place where Natasha was born. The birch forest and the red house in her dream.

It was far from a luxurious feast, with the smell of grilling and the dampness of the night reminiscent of a dying fireplace, and by the end most of the crowd was drunk enough to take home the moon in their pockets.

And when Schiller, who was still awake, carried them back to the house one by one, he felt from this too ordinary, even a bit vulgar daily life that made his heart beat more and more powerfully, truly happy.

The joy lasted only until Natasha appeared outside his door.