Become Marvel Daisy Johnson Chapter 91

Daisy knocked lightly on the door of the house, and outside the door was the singing of birds and flowers, which was rare in this villa where Washington's reputation was so high. Surrounded by greenery, along the fence, there seem to be rose plants growing. Daisy thought it was a rose at first glance, but when she looked carefully, the red flowers looked petite, without the domineering appearance of roses, shy and reserved, like a rose.

Just as they were massaging, the door over there opened.

"Oh, you must be Miss Daisy. Come in, Mr. Alexander was just complaining about young people being unpunctual."

The aunt who helped to clean the house for Alexander Pierce grumbled enthusiastically. Daisy took off her sunglasses and responded to the aunt.

"Wouldn't that be bad. Working under Mr. Pierce is no easy task."

The aunt laughed out loud, she was well maintained as a caucasian, and led Daisy inside.

Daisy borrowed her ability to feel the amplitude of the surrounding houses, and from the ultrasonic feedback, everything was normal.

"You're about to see the worst," Pierce walked out wiping his hands. He looked at the aunt and said kindly, "This is a private visit."

"Of course! Mr. Alexander, I'm leaving right now." Turning to leave, she still reminded Daisy in a low voice that Mr. Pierce was easy to get along with.

Daisy and Fart Pierce looked at each other (politely but awkwardly) and smiled. Daisy has always belonged to the Nick Fury faction. S.H.I.E.L.D. does not pay attention to factional disputes, but everyone feels that there is such a barrier there.

Daisy understood what this gap was, so she was extra cautious at this time.

The annual rings are engraved on Pierce's face, and his understated smile has the charm of diluting everything. Generously invite Daisy to sit down at the table

"Wait a minute, I'll be right back." Pierce turned and went back to the kitchen.

Daisy looked curiously at the interior design of Pierce's villa. It was bright and tidy, with unobtrusive lines. The exaggerated floor-to-ceiling windows almost covered the entire wall. Daisy was sitting on the small white round dining table beside the floor-to-ceiling windows. It is very refreshing to watch the vegetation outside being blown by the breeze.

The interior of the entire villa has been analyzed by Daisy. According to the graphics formed by the feedback of the sound waves, Pierce is tinkering with the kitchen. Food?

There was no one else in the huge villa except for the two of them. This is a little bit of peace of mind for Daisy. You must know that before coming, Daisy has reviewed Mao Xiongyu thoroughly.

Dawa Richter, Watt Karma, ton ton ton ton.

While thinking about messy things, Pierce's voice came from the kitchen.

"I heard from Sharon Carter that you seem to be in love with rabbit food?" Pierce got down the cutlery and glasses, as well as a bottle of sweet Peach K champagne

"She must have told you the embarrassing thing about making preserved egg and lean pork porridge when I was a child."

Daisy couldn't figure out Pierce's intentions, so she said casually.

"Oh? The truth is, she didn't report it to me. Maybe this can be used as a dessert story." Pierce's voice continued to be heard from the kitchen, as if he was picking up a plate.

"Don't wait too long, I'll be here right away." There was a voice from the kitchen that was not lonely, and Daisy responded tirelessly.

"Need help, Mr. Pierce?"

"I admit that sometimes my decision-making is very bad, such as the Yuanwang plan is very bad. But I am still strong and healthy." Pierce came to Daisy with two white discs in his hand, and placed one in front of Daisy.

Daisy looked at the cute square shape, raised her eyebrows and nodded, "It looks perfect."

Four square pieces of Dongpo meat are arranged in a square shape on the plate, and the gap between the square meat has just reached perfection.

The key point is that the roasted Dongpo meat is quite good in appearance. When choosing meat, the ratio between lean meat and fat has been grasped, and the thick meat skin on the top is cooked brightly. Every piece of Dongpo meat is full, visually presenting a sense of meaty impact. The simple and elegant meat flavor tells the diners that it is very light and delicious.

Daisy felt the presence of Mr. Soy Sauce from the overflowing aroma of meat. Mr. Soy Sauce is very naughty, sometimes appearing and sometimes hiding, its smell Daisy is hard to catch, most of it is covered by the smell of lemon slices on the plate, quiet and sour gums, appetite is great.

"This is a story of the past, are you happy to listen to my old man's nagging?" Pierce held a silver knife and silver fork, as if eating a French meal, baring his teeth and claws in front of Daisy.

Daisy looked at the tableware beside her strangely, she was already used to the eating habits here, but she still used a fork and knife to eat Dongpo meat, isn't it too particular...

"A pre-dinner story?"

"There must be a story to appetize, and then get straight to the point?" Pierce smiled on his old face.

"That was a special experience in Vietnam. People under the eagle flag were not so friendly at that time. As a special liaison officer, I became a prisoner of the rabbit."

Pierce spread out. "That was an unfortunate experience."

"Then Nick Fury, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., rescued you?" Daisy asked curiously.

Pierce looked a little relieved, and he said, "There is such a plan, but I was sent back from the Shenspear Bureau, and I got a chance to visit for 'Cunning Dick'."

"The tiger style of history, rolling in?"

"It's an interesting metaphor. I tasted all the delicacies in the rabbit army during my time as a prisoner, especially this Dongpo pork. I heard that it is a home-cooked dish of rabbits."

Chatting and talking about the past, Pierce pressed his fork on a small piece of Dongpo meat. The meat is rotten, and the gravy starts to overflow when a fork is dropped.

"Such a little thing is so delicious, I love it very much, even to the point of fanaticism. I learned this dish before returning to China. I like to taste it in private."

It didn't take much effort, the skin and flesh were separated, the fat meat didn't look greasy, and there was still oil on it.

"At the beginning, when I made it myself, I always felt that the taste was not right. But I have already returned to the country, and there are not many opportunities for me to go to the rabbit. sugar!"

Pierce spoke extremely seriously, and his movements were extremely cautious. He fiddled with it, put the fat and lean meat on the fork, and put it into his mouth with a little lemon juice.

"I don't understand why there is sugar in this dish."

what is this? Advanced slang? Daisy didn't want to understand what he was talking about, and she didn't understand what the old and cunning Pierce was planning.

"Sugar is the soul of braised pork."

"Yes! Braised Pork. They all say this dish is called Braised Pork, but I heard another more interesting name. Dongpo Pork."

Pierce raises his glass to clink with Daisy, the glass stays in front of his lips

"You should have heard of this nickname, right?"

"certainly."

The two drank the rum in their cups, and Pierce continued.

"Dongpo Meat, Su Dongpo. Is this a famous rabbit in history? Do you know him?"

Strange to say, Daisy felt that she was being led away, and this state was very uncomfortable. She thought for a moment.

"A famous writer, calligrapher and painter. One of the eight famous Tang and Song Dynasties. He led the literature of that era."

Pierce shook his head and seemed to sigh, indicating that Daisy answered incorrectly.

"He's also a foodie."

"what?"

"I specifically inquired about Mr. Su Dongpo's past." As he spoke, Pierce moved the wine glass to the sunlight.

"In those days, the poor couldn't afford pork, and the rich didn't eat pork. It was because the smell of pork was hard to hide. It was Mr. Su Shi who thought of this method, and the practice of braised pork spread."

"What the hell?" Daisy thought that she might be a fake time traveler, and was educated by foreigners to correct the history of her country.

"There is also the famous sheep scorpion, which was also invented by Mr. Su Shi. There is a saying that 'eat three hundred lychees a day, and never give up as a Lingnan native'. The great writer Mr. Su Shi seems to be very concerned about eating. After being demoted When he went to the coastal area, he fell in love with oysters and wrote to his son not to tell others that oysters are delicious. Haha”

"It seems that I don't know enough about rabbit culture. This is the first time I've heard of it. It's interesting." Daisy paused for a while.

"Wait, demoted to the coast?"

"It is undeniable that Mr. Su Shi made a literary contribution to the history of rabbits, but his official career was bumpy. He summed up his life like this: Huangzhou, Huizhou, Danzhou. These delicacies, these long-standing home-cooked dishes are Su Shi's unsuccessful career. Sir, on the road of exile, my own appetite. It's like..."

"Like?"

"Just like you."

It implies that Daisy's future S.H.I.E.L.D. career will be like this celebrity, even in her old age, she can only sigh her past time to her memories.

Pierce raised the corner of his mouth, put aside the mess in front of him ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and brought it to the point.

"The military intends to let me, a superior, pressure you to hand over the design drawings. I think this matter can be slowed down. Is that robot called Bumblebee? They want Stark Industries to install a rapid positioning system to motivate taxpayers. Enthusiasm. I'm not bullish."

"I know the situation where you were hidden in the snow. To be honest, I don't hate that way. It is fast, effective, and logical. You need a battlefield to adapt to." Pierce put his hands together and knocked on the table.

"When the giant stood up, I knew it. You are an unrivaled treasure waiting to be discovered by others. Nick Fury missed you, and this is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s loss."

"Agent No. 18, the half-year vacation is over. Tomorrow, there will be a problem for you."

Pierce Alexander's series of words made Daisy feel a huge impact, but the sense of crisis also amplified infinitely. The expression on her face was filled with joy as much as possible, Daisy thought over and over again, and answered:

"I'm a realist. When I encounter problems, I solve them. I am very grateful to the Secretary-General for his favor, so what is my level of authority?"

"Level eight, it's official. There must be a responsibility for this task." Pierce felt that he had caught Daisy's desire, and smiled even brighter on his face.

"Excuse me, what is the mission this time?"

Three days ago, the gatekeeper of the Captain Yingjiang Memorial Hall finally snapped up a new iPhone. The simple packaging design looks very stylish, which made the old man break his Coke. He decided to grab a drink from the fridge to celebrate...

(PS. "Old Times" was released at noon today, the author is an active member of the stewed chicken skirt, fantasy works, hope to hold a personal show (??д??))

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