Chapter 1632 Fishing Day (Twenty-Five)

Chapter 1605 Fishing Day (Twenty-Five)

Natasha rushed into the cabin as fast and violently as a whirlwind. Just as she was about to run up the stairs to the second floor, she saw Loki, who had just come in with Gwen Spider-Man, walking upstairs with a deck of cards in her hand.

"Loki, wait a minute." Natasha rushed over quickly to stop Loki, looking into her green eyes and said, "Why are you going upstairs?"

"Of course I'm going to find Gwen." Loki shrugged, looked at the cards in her hand and said to Natasha, "She promised me that she would teach me how to play this deck of cards before the food was ready, but before she started, Schiller called her up to revise her thesis."

"Uh, are you sure she was just going to revise her thesis?"

Loki looked at Natasha with some doubts, then licked her lips, showing a slightly unbelievable expression and said, "Natasha, you're not going to do that? You just fell into Schiller's hands like this?"

"I...Okay, listen, Loki, I know Schiller is unlikely to attack minors, but you also know how wild Miss Gwen is. I don't want her to stay in Schiller's house for too long. "

Loki slowly took two steps back and looked at Natasha's eyes, as if she had just met her for the first time. Before she could ask more, Natasha grabbed Loki's arm and said, "You want to go upstairs to find her, right? Then go quickly. It's best to bring Gwen back here so that Schiller can get rid of his hands and prepare food."

Loki pursed her lips and seemed a little puzzled, but in the end she shrugged and walked upstairs. Not long after, she and Gwen Spider-Man came down together, and Gwen Spider-Man was still complaining.

"Oh my god, you've been a great help, Loki. I almost thought he was going to eat me." She then reached out her hand and hugged Loki's shoulders, pulling her towards her, showing her white teeth and smiling: "Now we are good sisters who share weal and woe. Come on, I'll teach you how to play cards."

Loki was speechless, hugged 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."

Natasha breathed a sigh of relief, but at this time Schiller came out of the room again, his eyes still on Gwen and Loki. Natasha quickly rushed forward and stood between the two of them, showing a fake smile, and said: "It just so happens that I also want to know how to play this game. Do you mind teaching me?"

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

“I’m afraid so, miss. You can’t expect a female agent from the former Soviet Union to often attend the crazy parties of the Americans. Come on, tell me the rules. Maybe we can join forces to win.”

Gwen Spider-Man immediately rolled her eyes and said, “Stop it. This is not a poker card. There is no such thing as joining forces. Simply put, this is a game of reaction speed…”

Gwen Spider-Man briefly introduced the rules of the game of German Heart Attack to Natasha and Loki. In short, each of the fifty-six cards has a different number of fruits printed on it. Everyone takes turns to play cards. As long as the number of the same fruits on the table exceeds five, the bell will be rang. It is the simplest party game.

Gwen Spider-Man smiled mysteriously, waved the cards in her hand and said, "It sounds a bit childish, right? You can't think of what's fun about it when you sit here, but you will understand it when you really play it."

Natasha and Loki were a little confused. They thought that this deck of 56 fruit cards would combine some very complicated rules, but they didn't expect it to be so simple. It can't even be called simple, but it should be called stupid. Who can't do addition and subtraction within 5?

The two older women were full of question marks. They were confused and worried about the IQ of Americans.

"I'm sure you don't feel anything when I say this, so why don't we try it." Gwen Spider-Man pursed her lips and raised the corners of her mouth, showing a smirk and said, Natasha and Loki looked at each other and nodded.

Schiller had already walked to the bottom of the stairs. Gwen Spider-Man waved at him vigorously and said, "None of us can cook, so we'll leave dinner to you. We'll play here for a while. Bye."

Schiller shook his head, looking a little helpless, but still put his hand in his windbreaker pocket and walked out the door.

After Schiller left, Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. At least she had kept an eye on Gwen Spider-Man and Loki. At this time, Gwen Spider-Man was already preparing to flip the cards.

The three of them took turns flipping the cards. The first card had two prunes, and the second card had three bananas. Natasha hesitated for a moment, then remembered that the rules said there must be five identical fruits, so she put it back.

The fourth card had a lemon, and the fifth card had two lemons. Everyone took turns to play, but they still couldn't get enough five fruits. The process inevitably seemed a bit boring.

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

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

This was originally a very normal action, but Loki's body suddenly stiffened, because she could feel Gwen Spider-Man's fingers touching the back of her hand suggestively, and even drew an arc.

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

This stupid game that can't be more stupid is about "the mind is confused and the knife is slow". If you play with bad friends, it is easy to make each other's hands red when you clap 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 the action of grabbing the bell, which may involve touching hands, will seem a bit ambiguous, and may even become an opportunity for one party to take the initiative.

Natasha did not have any physical contact with the two of them throughout the whole process. Either she turned over just enough cards to make up five, so she quickly rang the bell, or she did not react at all and did not stretch out her hand, so she played these rounds of games alone.

Then, Gwen Spider-Man took out 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, which was very much in line with Natasha's taste. The laughter of female agents could be heard from time to time 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, 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.

Ivan 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 chopping board. He took a fish from the water tank, held the tail and slapped it on the chopping 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 chopping board, scraped off the fish scales in a few strokes, pressed the fish sideways on the chopping board, cut it open along the belly line with the tip of the knife, raised the blade and scraped it from top to bottom, then pressed the blade down from bottom to top, and the internal organs slid onto the chopping board along the blade.

He raised the blade to scrape all the unnecessary internal organs, blood and water off the chopping board, then spread the fish and cut fine lines with the tip of the knife to make it easier to taste, held the tail of the fish and threw it 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 said with some sigh: "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 are more pursuing speed because that is their livelihood. Only with high efficiency can they make more money."

Charles turned his head to look at Eric, who said while stirring what he was doing: "It is obvious , the occasions when Schiller used the knife were not to provide him with livelihood resources, 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 start to think and recall. When he raised his head and looked at Schiller opposite, he actually saw 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 trance 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. When the blade moved closer, he could see that it was a giant bass, which still had nerve reflexes and kept twisting and struggling under him.

Charles was attracted involuntarily and looked closely. 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.