[Zhongyingmei] Fox ancestor and sweetheart soldier

Fryer captain find out

"boom……"

"Drip drip..."

There was another harsh sound from the earphones, and the ears were shaken for a while.The agents in charge of the monitoring bared their teeth and took off the earphones, and the devastated ears were temporarily saved.

This has been the norm in the past few days. The captain seems to be on the fence with the grilled chicken, which is very in line with the beautiful qualities of Captain America's perseverance and courage.But the key point is that the captain doesn't seem to have the talent to make relatively complicated food like roast chicken, and all of them are fried in the oven without exception.

Then the sound of the fryer and the sound of the smoke alarm alternated like a spell.The only consolation is that the captain is turning off the smoke alarm faster and faster, at least to save their ears from suffering for a while.

Have you counted how many times this is the captain's fryer?Someone couldn't help but weakly sent a message in the group.

Bet a penny, definitely more than ten times.Someone replied very quickly.

This is No. 14 times, and the roast chicken that the captain bought yesterday is almost used up.

Someone not only accurately stated the number of times the idol fryer, but also hinted to his teammates in time that the captain will definitely replenish the stock crazily.God knows how stupid the little friends are when they learned that the captain bought eight chickens at one time yesterday and couldn't pick them up.I always feel that this time will be more brutal, is there any reason!

Oh my God, someone help us!An emoticon package with [-] points of damage was thrown into the group.The people in the group were silent for a moment, which was their common aspiration.

Agent Aite 13.

Agent Aite 13.

Agent Aite 13.

……

The agents in the group at the same time were unanimously unanimous, and at the same time, Agent Sharon Carter of Art No. 13.

On the 13th, it's up to you. You must find a way to prevent the captain from continuing to fry the furnace.

On the 13th, whether our ears can be saved depends on you. If you succeed, Commander Coulson will treat you to a free lunch for one month.Someone shamelessly sold the boss.

Coulson who gave away a month's free lunch for no apparent reason... It seems that this group of men are itchy after a few days of not practicing.

You decide this for the Boss, does the Boss know?

Sharon took the time to reply, ruthlessly exposing some people who acted on their behalf.Since just now, her mobile phone has been constantly receiving new notifications. This is a tribute to them for interrupting her work!

Coulson on the other end has some complaints about the subordinates who sold him out without mercy, but if it can stop the captain's persistent and crazy behavior of roasting chicken, it's okay to buy lunch for a month.

Please try your best on the 13th!Coulson replied in the group, this attitude is to clearly agree to the decision made by a subordinate just now for him.

Oh, Boss is the best, woo woo woo!This is a more emotional agent, and in order to express his sincerity, he also attached an emoticon package that moved him to tears.

Thank you Boss!Plus a five-body cast expression.

The boss is mighty, the boss is the most handsome, and the boss is domineering!A secret agent with a habit of sycophancy.

Sir, please accept my knee!

……

All kinds of emoticons appeared in the group for a while.Coulson swiped the expression "Boss is awesome, I wish the boss a successful date/job!" in the middle, he snapped his fingers, and the veins on his forehead jumped up.

Forget it, the Internet language of the new era, these agents are all children who grew up with the Internet, and they like to use these nonsensical emoticons the most, they can't be taken seriously, they can't be taken seriously.Coulson barely comforted himself.

Forget about lunch, if it happens, the boss has to promise me three shooting competitions.

Sharon is super obsessed with marksmanship, and Coulson's marksmanship is the best.I haven't found a chance to compete in one or two before, but this time it was hard to get the boss to agree to the competition, and Sharon would naturally not let it go.

no problem!In order to prevent the boys in the group from showing some unscrupulous expressions in order to tease him into agreeing, Coulson agreed extremely quickly.

Then I will try my best!Sharon, who achieved her goal, didn't talk too much!

Just be sure to do your best, not your best.

That's right, that's a marksmanship competition with the boss. If you miss this time, there will never be a second time. Agent 13, come on!

In order to get rid of a captain's fryer attack as soon as possible, all the aggressive methods were used.

It can't be blamed on the agents wanting to stop the captain as soon as possible, let alone the problem of their ears being tortured, if this continues, the fire department will be unable to deal with it.The frequency of the recent smoke alarms has already attracted the attention of the fire department. It was their boss who made a special call to explain, so no manpower was dispatched there.

Fortunately, the captain chooses to roast the chicken during the daytime, and most people in the apartment are not there, otherwise the other residents would have complained countless times.Of course, if this building wasn't owned by S.H.I.E.L.D., the property management office would have come to deal with such frequent alarms, so there's no room for the captain to do this.

The captain is obsessed with grilled chicken and can't help himself, but he doesn't know that there are still a lot of problems behind him.In short, it is impossible to continue like this, we must stop the captain's crazy behavior of trying to transform into a house husband.As Captain America, one should have the self-consciousness of Captain America. The goal of life should be to fight for the freedom of mankind and the peace of the world. He is definitely not a roast chicken expert!

In the apartment, Steve brought out the grilled chicken from the fryer again. After removing the tin foil, the chicken wings and drumsticks were charred and black. Fortunately, the chicken body was barely visible, at least it had the yellow-orange appearance that grilled chicken should have. .

Steve put down the baking tray, shook his head helplessly, and comforted himself: "At least half of it is still edible, isn't it better than before? Just try a few more times, and you will be able to bake a delicious roast chicken. "

Thinking that the frantic purchase of chickens in the supermarket has attracted the attention of the clerk these days, Steve thinks that he should change the supermarket, even if he goes a little farther away.

"Angus, let me give you a taste first." Steve said to the hairball lying quietly in the nest.

In addition to going out for a run recently, Steve will never let Mao Tuanzi out of his sight for more than 5 minutes, and he never forgets to carry it with him even when he goes shopping.

If it is said that Steve was still worried about Mao Tuanzi's coma at the beginning, he was anxious and upset.After finding out that it seemed to have no problems without eating or drinking, he calmed down a little bit, at least his face was not so restless. He believed that Mao Tuanzi would definitely wake up, but it was only a matter of time.

Remove the inedible parts that have been mushy, leaving only the body of the chicken, tear off a piece of meat and stuff it into his mouth. After tasting it carefully, Steve swallowed silently: "The saltiness is just right, it's roasted meat." A bit old."

After cooking more than a dozen chickens, at least Steve has a little experience in seasoning, so it won't be as weird as it was at the beginning.Why do I describe it as strange? That’s because the taste of the first few were not bad, but they were indescribably unique. It wasn’t until the latest two that the taste gradually returned to normal.

Speaking of this, Steve was really a little discouraged.This kind of emotion rarely happened to him. He thought that he was rejected again and again when he tried to enlist in the army because of his unqualified health. It was not until later when he saw that the chances were slim that he felt a little frustrated, but he still spared no effort to try his best. One way to try enlisting.

But now, Steve really couldn't find the crux of the problem.Every step and the amount of every condiment are strictly in accordance with the recipe tutorial, the temperature and time of the oven are also set according to the requirements, and even wrapped in tin foil according to the method of the female neighbor, but why is it wrong?

The first few were directly smeared into a ball, and there was no way to eat them, only to go into the trash can.Later, Steve tried lowering the temperature a bit or shortening the time a bit. On the surface, it looked much better. When he excitedly tore apart the roast chicken, the blood still oozing inside reminded him of the cruel fact that it was not cooked.

After several times of groping, Steve had a little vague understanding of temperature and time.Although it is still easy to burn, at least the whole chicken is cooked from the inside to the outside, and there are still some parts that can be eaten.

The progress is a bit slow, and the number of trial and error is a bit too much, at least it makes Steve feel that he is getting better every time.It's a pity that he was too happy too early. The last two performances seemed to tell him that his roast chicken level stopped here and there was no room for improvement.

"Angus, are you still awake because I'm so stupid that I can't even cook your favorite roast chicken, so I'm angry?"

Steve devoured the rest of the grilled chicken without taste.In the past few days, as long as anyone can eat it, no matter how old or not, and whether it tastes good or not, Steve will destroy them all.He is not a picky eater, and he has no habit of wasting food. If it weren't for the burnt food, Steve might be able to swallow it without changing his expression.

After tidying up the kitchen a bit, Steve washed his hands, picked up the hair ball and sat on the sofa, helping to smooth the hair a little bit. This is what Steve often does when he is free these days.

"It's no wonder the two of us can become a family. I've been sleeping for 70 years. How long are you going to sleep this time?" Steve hugged the fur ball a little higher, with his chin resting on its soft, fluffy hair, his voice muffled inquiry.

The atmosphere was silent for a long time, and a soft sigh spread in the room.

"Angus, promise me, no matter where you are from or what you are, don't leave me behind!"

Even when he was lying on the sofa, he could see that the tall man showed a rare fragility, and instantly returned the strength he had been holding on for the past few days. , It's not that he's not nervous, it's not that he's not anxious, it's just that he seems to have no other way but to wait, so he has to try his best to convince himself that everything will be fine.

From the moment Steve opened his eyes, he didn't know if he was going to be happy, he didn't know what to pursue, and he didn't know what the meaning of life was.Sometimes he would even think for a moment that it would be nice if he continued to sleep at the bottom of the sea.

Until he met Angus and brought it home, Steve felt happy again and had the motivation to keep going.He thought it would be nice to have such a Mao Tuanzi who was dependent on him and close to him in his life.His future task is to raise the Maotuanzi well and accompany it for the rest of its life.

From the moment he met Mao Tuanzi, Steve was sincerely grateful, thanking God for not abandoning him as an old man.It's a pity that this kind of happiness didn't last long. God seemed to play a trick on him again, making him feel the pain of losing his family again soon.

The arms holding Mao Tuanzi couldn't help but gradually tightened, until Steve realized that his breathing was a bit obstructed before he realized it, and quickly loosened his grip.Steve said nervously and fearfully: "Angus, I'm sorry, did I hurt you? It's all my fault, I deserve to die!"

The big palm gently brushed Mao Tuanzi's back, as if treating a fragile treasure with care.The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window was projected into the house, casting a unique color on the blond man's body, making one person and one pet look like nothingness existing in the light and shadow.