Chapter 1595: Fishing Day (24)

"I'm crazy" and "everyone else is crazy except me"—as long as you can firmly possess one of these two mindsets, life will be much easier. Since ancient times, it has always been those who are about to go crazy but haven't yet who are the most painful.

When you look at certain things from the perspective of a madman, you will find that they are not only not difficult, but also full of bizarre and absurd fun. Among them, the most fun is the shocked expressions of various people.

When you can detach yourself from the rules of normal people, those expressions of surprise or disgust that look at you as if you were a monster become rare fun in life, the kind that you want to savor again in your brain before going to sleep at night.

When Natasha realized this, she also unexpectedly discovered the most fun part of this whole thing. So, after preparing the charcoal, she carried the bucket of charcoal by herself and came to the center of the camp, which was where Nick and Steve were camping.

At this time, the sun had already set halfway below the horizon, and the light was gradually dimming. Nick and Steve, who had already set up the canopy, were trying to use the light string brought to them by Erik to provide power.

"Oh, you've already finished, Natasha." Steve showed a bright smile at Natasha, neither expressing gratitude nor being polite. He wouldn't feel that Natasha carrying a bucket of charcoal by herself was any great work.

Natasha, however, placed the bucket full of charcoal down beside her with a "bang" and let out a long sigh, as if it had taken a great deal of effort, which naturally piqued the curiosity of Steve and Nick.

Nick narrowed the muscles around his eyes and looked at Natasha, saying: "God, you aren't, are you? The distance you just walked is two hundred meters? Is it necessary to make it look like you just rushed eight hundred miles to urge me to pay your salary?"

Natasha brushed her long red hair back, rolled her eyes with a playful meaning, shook her head and said: "Dealing with these blackened wooden blocks isn't tiring, but it's different from dealing with that group of stupid girls who don't know how to read the atmosphere."

Nick and Steve exchanged glances. Steve looked back at Gwen Spider-Woman, who was rummaging for things in the room, and then looked at Natasha and said: "Gwen just went to find you. What did she say to you? Or what did you say to her?"

"I just reminded her that she hasn't reached adulthood yet, and dispelled her plan to get drunk in this group of parents."

The point was clearly in the first half of the sentence. Nick and Steve exchanged this information with their eyes. Nick wasn't someone who liked to beat around the bush on weekdays either. He walked to the charcoal bucket full of charcoal, took the long fire tongs from Natasha's hand, and while turning the charcoal, said: "Honestly, Natasha, what's going on with you and Schiller?"

"What do you think is going on with us?" Natasha had just finished speaking when she saw Steve open his mouth to answer, so she interrupted Steve somewhat helplessly and said: "Of course, some things that often happen between adults, and it's not strange at all for them to happen to us."

"God, you could be more euphemistic." Nick spread his hands helplessly towards the sky. He shook his arm muscles as if he were uncomfortable, stared at Natasha and said: "Alright, tell me in detail. Whether as the Director of S. H. I. E. L. D. or as an old partner of you and Schiller, I want to know exactly what's going on."

"You have this hobby?" Natasha wrinkled her nose, appearing somewhat disgusted.

"Not the kind of details you think." Nick began to roar, he said loudly: "I mean before that, how did you two... why didn't you... I mean, who was the active one?"

"Who else could it be? Nick, you should know, I am an excellent hunter, and an experienced hunter must have patience."

Nick opened his mouth wide in shock, as if he wanted to swallow the whole room together with the whole lake. Steve also looked at Natasha with shocked eyes and said: "You don't mean to say that for the past few years, you have actually been hunting Schiller?"

"Not that long ago." Natasha answered ambiguously, and then she raised her chin and said: "Anyway, it's nearing the end. I won't let anyone interfere with me, no matter how powerful or noble they are. You know me."

Nick's face wrinkled like a bun with a leaking filling, and Steve hadn't recovered from the shock. Looking at their expressions, Natasha was happy in her heart.

Of course, it wasn't enough to just find fun in them. Natasha hadn't forgotten the business. She still had to go crazy in front of Luo Ji.

However, considering that Luo Ji was with Thor now, and Thor might strike anyone who spoke rudely to his sister with lightning, Natasha could only pretend to be concerned and join their conversation.

Schiller stepped on the pebble beach and returned to the tent area, and said to Nick and Steve: "I have confirmed the menu for most people. The vast majority of people think our barbecue should have bell pepper meat skewers, marinated black pepper or jalapeno meat skewers, steak meat and lamb chops, grilled fish rubbed with coarse salt or brushed with cream sauce. At the same time, there should be a pot of hot borscht, everyone is a bit cold."

"We can make pancakes for the staple food, and then wrap the food into tacos. We can also make mashed potatoes, and pour fish soup and sauce on them. There are also pasta bought by Luo Ji and Gwen. Vegetables include broccoli, carrots, and parsley."

"Of course, I want to boil another pot of fish soup, and make the many squids you caught into stir-fried squid. In addition, there are some small clams and small fish. It would be a waste to use them only as seasonings. It's better to add some mixed vegetables and stir-fry them."

Schiller thought for a while, and then said: "Most people can provide fish, so Charles and I thought of several ways to cook fish, such as the fish and chips from his hometown. It just so happens we also have potatoes."

"I brought a stew pot and beer, so I can make steamed sea bass. The sashimi of the fish produced here isn't very suitable for raw consumption, so making a slippery fish fillet wrapped in starch is a good choice. Gwen suggested making fish paste into sandwiches. Charles happens to have a portable blender."

Seeing that the two were just staring at him blankly, Schiller had to remind them: "Do you two have anything to add?"

"Uh, I don't have any, I can eat anything." Steve began to poke Nick hard with his elbow, and Nick didn't show weakness and squeezed with him.

The two squeezed their eyes and made faces for a long time. Finally, Nick put his hand into a fist and coughed twice, walked up and patted Schiller on the shoulder and said: "Of course, we have no opinion on the menu. It's just that looking at the meaning of those ladies, we might stay up very late tonight, and we might drink until we are drunk. Do you want to go and tidy up the beds in advance?"

"Oh, you reminded me." Schiller said flatly, just like reciting lines, he said: "I can't stand not making the bed before going to sleep. Thanks for the reminder, I'll go now."

Suddenly, Schiller felt a hard object in his hand. Nick stuffed a pistol into Schiller's hand and said: "Take this, Doctor. Although I know you don't use it often, we have to guard against bears. They have been very hungry recently, right?"

Schiller played with the pistol for a few times, as if he didn't hear Nick's subtext, turned and headed to the cabin.

Although this lakeside cabin is called a cabin, it is more like a vacation villa. Erik said before that the owner of the house has to pay high property taxes for it, which is not unreasonable. This villa is actually very large, with seven rooms upstairs, four of which are main rooms, very spacious.

The seven rooms are arranged on both sides of the corridor. Schiller's room is at the very end of the corridor, and the window here just happens to be able to see the place where they are camping. Because of the angle, Schiller just needs to stand inside a bit, and others can't see him.

Seeing Natasha talking to Thor and the others, Schiller revealed a smile. He looked down at the pistol in his hand again, S. H. I. E. L. D.'s standard Glock 17.

Schiller walked to the bedside table and glanced out the window, ensuring that no one could see him, and then disassembled the entire pistol at a very fast speed, glanced at the brand-new rifling, and then reassembled it. The whole process was smooth and flowing, without any time for thinking.

Then Schiller put the pistol in the drawer of his bedside table and began to make the bed.

While making the bed, he glanced at the scene outside the window with his peripheral vision, and then he discovered that Natasha had been chatting with those people from Asgard for a long time, mainly chatting with Hela.

Schiller's movements slowed down slightly. From his angle, he just happened to see Hela's aggressive gaze flash by.

This eldest princess was telling about her experience of conquering the universe, walked past Natasha's back as if unintentionally while narrating, and gently scratched the back of the female agent's arm with her fingernails.

Natasha raised her eyebrows almost imperceptibly. She looked at Hela's side face that flashed by—strong, beautiful, noble—gender is usually not a problem.

And Schiller behind the window on the second floor slowly narrowed his eyes.

"Where did Gwen go?" Luo Ji asked with great interest. She just wanted to turn her head to find Gwen Spider-Woman's figure on the skyline, when she felt her back being patted.

"I'm here." Gwen Spider-Woman took a step across. Luo Ji bent her eyes and smiled at her and said: "I thought you really flew into the reed marsh. You bought that... what's it called... fruit card before, you said how do you play it? I don't want to lose to anyone in the game at night, you have to ensure that I fully understand the rules, so that it is fair."

"What fruit card, that's a German Heart Disease card!" Gwen Spider-Woman shook her head and said proudly: "Anyway, neither of us can cook. While we are at it, I can teach you how to play. Let's go, let's go back to the room first."

Before Luo Ji could answer, Gwen Spider-Woman darted into the cabin again. When they walked into the living room on the first floor of the cabin, Schiller happened to come down from the second floor.

"Gwen, I think we need to talk about the paper you handed in last period—I just saw it in the mailbox. Miss, I call it shocking, you shouldn't have any opinion, right?"

Gwen Spider-Woman widened her eyes, her mouth opened like an egg. She looked down at her watch, and then let out a wail, saying: "Dean, you aren't, are you?! Don't tell me that vacation can't break your habit of reading papers on Monday night?!"

"No." Schiller stood at the entrance of the stairs, tilted his head slightly and looked at Gwen Spider-Woman and said: "I found 37 spelling errors in your short paper of less than 500 words. This broke the record of 29 errors of another student of mine. Miss Gwen, do you mind if I invite Sheriff George to appreciate this masterpiece with me during the beautiful time on Monday night?"

"No! Don't! " Gwen Spider-Woman wailed: "I just had an argument with the George of this universe! You can't let him know... alright, don't look at me like that, Devil Dean! I'll go change it now, okay?!"

Schiller turned and walked up the stairs, without looking back, said: "Come to my room, don't think about eating if you don't finish changing it."

And when Natasha, who finally finished the conversation, turned around, she happened to see Gwen Spider-Woman following Schiller into Schiller's room through the window.

Natasha was dumbfounded.

"No." Schiller stood still at the top of the stairs, tilted his head slightly to look at Spider-Gwen, and said, "I found 37 spelling errors in your essay of less than five hundred words. This breaks the record of 29 errors set by another one of my students. Miss Gwen, would you mind if I invited Sheriff George to join me in appreciating this masterpiece during the wonderful time of Monday evening?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Spider-Gwen wailed, "I just had an argument with the George of this universe!"

"You can't let him know... Alright, don't look at me like that, Dean Devil! I'll go fix it right now, okay?!"

Schiller turned and walked up the stairs, saying without looking back, "Come to my room; don't even think about eating until you're done."

And when Natasha, who had finally finished her conversation, turned around, she happened to see Spider-Gwen following closely behind Schiller into his room.

Natasha was dumbfounded.