Xmas Celebration 

Daisy had no intention of celebrating Christmas, but after half a year since her arrival, she had always been busy. Today, seeing everyone choosing to rest, she also decided to take a day off.

Having some money in her hands, her first thought was to solve her accommodation problem.

Westerners have a different concept compared to Easterners. They liked to build villas in the outskirts, and the wealthier they are, the mo are remote the location was. Tony Stark's villa in Los Angeles was even perched on a cliff right by the sea! Opening the window, you'd see the Pacific Ocean, and you could hear the sound of the waves anytime.

If an enemy were to attack him, it wouldn't be much trouble. Just take a helicopter and sing a song, and you'd be there. This place was practically the border, and while others were guarding the country's borders, he was his on guarding his own.

This value system was very different from Daisy's. She wasn't interested in remote wilderness areas. For the sake of convenience, she planned to buy a house in the city center.

However, the property prices in Manhattan were not much different from the capital. Daisy had been learning the S.H.I.E.L.D. spirit during this period, inheriting the traditions of the older generation, like Nick Fury, and boldly embezzling funds from the production team.

By using various means, she managed to scrape together more than five million, but it was still not enough to buy a house in central Manhattan.

Furthermore, the subprime crisis was approaching next year. Buying a house at this time seemed foolish.

She rented a standalone house, usually managed by her maid, but today she was moving in for the first time.

After looking around the two floors, downstairs was the dining room, living room, bathroom, and gym. Going upstairs, there were two bedrooms and a dressing room.

She had heard that Tony Stark's seaside villa had a swimming pool, a tennis court, a golf course, and even fourteen bathrooms! Daisy, filled with disdain for the rich, took off her coat and walked into the dining room to prepare some food.

Westerners have their Christmas traditions, like turkey, cakes, and gingerbread, but she didn't have the luxury for that. Christmas for her was just a day off, an ordinary day like the rest.

She personally got into action and quickly cooked a large pot of tomato and egg noodles.

It wasn't that she didn't want to cook other dishes, but they were too troublesome. Large portions were more suitable for her current appetite.

Daisy was making noodles, unaware that Grant Ward was observing her from a distance.

Ward really wanted to knock on her door and have a chat, to gather some information, but at this stage, their relationship was still quite unfamiliar. It wasn't yet at the point of dropping by for Christmas. Mr. Ward could only observe from afar.

Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure and quickly hid. He realised it wasn't safe to continue observing, fearing that he might be exposed. He decided to abandon his observation and left the scene.

Daisy was unaware that someone was secretly watching her. Holding a large bowl of noodles, she sat down to watch TV and happily enjoyed her meal.

"Ding dong." She had just finished half of her meal when she heard a knock on the door.

She opened the door, a bit surprised, and found Hill standing outside.

Hill wasn't dressed in her usual combat uniform today, but instead wore a white shirt with a beige jacket over it, ripped jeans, ankle boots, and had light makeup on her delicate face.

Hill was holding a bottle of red wine, and her expression seemed slightly awkward. "I don't have many friends in New York, so..."

Daisy wasn't quite familiar with Christmas etiquette. She had never cared about it in her previous life, and her childhood experiences had left her with mixed feelings about Christmas due to being bullied by white children. She had spent many years celebrating it alone.

So, she didn't really know how to celebrate Christmas. But a guest was at her door, so she smiled and welcomed Hill inside.

After that, Daisy scratched her head. Should she offer her guest something to eat?

"Can I make some for you?" She didn't think of anything unusual, just that Westerners probably didn't have the habit of eating noodles on Christmas.

"Have you already finished eating?" Hill's attention was immediately drawn to the large bowl of noodles. If Daisy had already finished eating, she wouldn't have a reason to stay.

"No, no, that's...," Daisy's face turned a bit red. She searched her mind for an explanation, but couldn't find a good excuse. The large bowl seemed to mock her with its wide mouth, as if silently making fun of her.

She was still far from being full.

The information about her eating habits might still be a secret within S.H.I.E.L.D., but within this small circle of Sharon and Hill, it was no longer hidden.

The female deputy director found it somewhat amusing. "You're quite casual about your Christmas, aren't you?"

She opened the fridge to see what ingredients were available.

As it turned out, her maid had quite the talent for managing things. The fridge was filled with Christmas supplies, but Daisy was feeling lazy and didn't want to cook.

What would have gone to waste became valuable ingredients with Hill's arrival.

The turkey had already been prepped by her maid. Hill rubbed the whole turkey with butter, while Daisy chopped vegetables. Then, they stuffed everything into the turkey's cavity and placed it directly into the oven to roast.

The subsequent process involved taking it out, brushing on seasoning, flipping it, roasting it again, brushing again, and repeating until it was fully cooked, checking the temperature at the end.

Western cooking had a strict set of standards—how long to roast, what temperature to use—all of it is specified.

It's unlike Eastern cooking, which often involves directions like "add a little of this" or "cook for some time."

They followed recipes rigorously, treating cooking like a scientific experiment.

As long as you had a certain level of culinary skill and followed the recipe properly, even if the dish doesn't turn out delicious, it won't be disastrously bad.

Seemingly feeling a bit warm from the roasting, Hill took off her outerwear. She was wearing a popular off-the-shoulder design white shirt, with her neck, shoulders, and collarbones exposed...

Busy for an hour, Daisy wasn't much help with the roasted turkey, so she set the table and arranged a variety of cakes on it. The red wine that Hill had brought was also placed on the table.

Both of them took their seats. Daisy opened the wine and poured a glass for each of them.

They clinked glasses lightly. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas."

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

Even though Daisy had eaten a large bowl of noodles earlier, she could still eat several times more than Hill. And Hill wasn't exactly a delicate lady either. In the end, most of the turkey ended up in Daisy's stomach.

Hill tilted her head, revealing half of her shoulder and her bra strap. She couldn't suppress her curiosity and had a hint of inquiry in her eyes. "Can your stomach really handle that much?"

Looking at Hill's serious expression, Daisy also knew it would be too much to bring up martial arts at this point.

Her current ability was limited to basic vibration waves and the recently developed teleportation technique. However, this was her home, and using vibration waves here wasn't practical. So, she could only perform short-range teleportation.

"Watch closely."

Extending her left hand, a faint blue halo formed a clockwise vortex. Then, in front of Hill's curious gaze, Daisy tossed an apple into the vortex, and the apple dropped out from a counterclockwise vortex three meters above their heads, and Daisy deftly caught it.

"Are you a mutant?" Hill's expression became somewhat troubled. She didn't want this to be the case. The conflict between regular people and mutants was significant, and as a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., she had to side with the regular people.