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"Can I do something for you?"

Abby fidgeted and poked her anxious head toward the kitchen.

"No," Steve replied, "you just have to sit."

Abby is very obedient. She sits at the table with her knees together without stretching her legs.

After 2 minutes of silence, she sniffed the aroma from the kitchen, propped her elbows on the tablecloth, and raised her face.

Take a look, just a look—

Like mushrooms after a spring rain, she popped up stubbornly and guilty.

A kitchen with Steve accents is any woman's dream.Even if what he brought out was a pot of dark dishes, he alone could be worthy of "beautiful food".

The first thing Abby saw was his waist.It was too narrow for his broad shoulders, but pleasing enough, tied with an apron string and tied in a loose bow at the back; then the legs, straight and long, The muscles are firm but not exaggerated, and the proportions are excellent.

He was standing, leaning slightly, mixing a plate of salad.Due to the posture, the buttocks wrapped in jeans are more prominent, and those amazing legs support him like a Weems pine, tall and beautiful.

Abby blushed furiously.She let out a long breath, and leaned her profile against the tablecloth.

She melted into a puddle of soft ice cream under the lights.

The field of vision suddenly narrowed, and the blue check pattern of the tablecloth swayed in front of her eyes.

Blue Check... Blue Check...

Blue jeans... waist and waist, legs and legs...

Steve...

stop--! ! !

Abby banged her head on the table in pain.

This is what Steve saw as soon as he came out of the kitchen.His footsteps paused, a bit dumbfounded:

"what happened?"

Abby's spine springs activated in an instant, helping her bounce her upper body off the tablecloth, and she put her arms together neatly, sticking to the heels of her legs:

"nothing!"

"...You remind me of a soldier, absolutely obeying the command of the officer." Steve laughed at her lightly, and passed the plate over, "Try it. Let me tell you first, I don't have any skills."

Abby couldn't help blushing, she took the plate reverently.The plate with the Stars and Stripes logo is small in size but rich in content:

Green salad, fried steak, and even a small half and half of creamy macaroni.

She first said "sorry" to the food on the plate, then looked up to thank Captain America.

"Can we eat?"

Steve was busy delivering the small dish of dipping sauce to her: "Of course."

Abby gets permission to enjoy her lavish dinner.

What a novelty, she had never had dinner at a neighbor's house before!

However, soon, her evaluation was not only satisfied with the "novelty" level, the fresh and salty stimulation on her taste buds made her wish to bite off her tongue.

"Okay, delicious——"

She finally felt the power of food again!The stomach is suddenly hot and warm!

Abby wanted to cry again.

She thought of the distant Hogwarts, where her three meals were even richer than Steve's hospitality when she was in school; Just keep it simple.

There were tears in Abby's eyes, and she silently wiped them away, eating harder and harder, as if trying to gnaw off the plate.

Captain America originally looked at her with an almost benevolent smile, but when he saw the red corners of her eyes, he was shocked:

"Abby, don't push yourself—"

Abby scoured the last few sticks of macaroni from her dinner plate, proving that she's not pushy at all!

"Of course not too much. Thank you for the hospitality, it's really delicious!"

She ate so fast and now her belly is a little bloated.Only then did he show an embarrassed expression belatedly.

Is there anything more gratifying to a chef than to eat up the food?

Steve relaxed.He rolls up the macaroni with a fork and pops it into his mouth, grinning and glancing at Abby.

What's more, people who eat food are so serious in their praise.

Abby has always spoken in this tone: speaking slowly, slowly, biting words and forcefully, sometimes pausing, showing seriousness because of being too clear.

It's strange, generally speaking, the British are quite calm, and the Americans are relatively carefree. She can't be classified on either side, but she is so sincere that she is a little shy.

Now she spoke again in a cotton candy tone, still hesitating:

"Can I ask a question, Steve?"

Steve motioned her to be free.

Abby frowned in distress: "Are you... are you eating egg white|powder every day?"

I heard that bodybuilders often eat that stuff to build muscle!

Steve felt that the veal steak was halfway up and down, so it wouldn't slide into his stomach.He nearly choked.

Abby thought he was too embarrassed to answer, but after struggling for a long time, she reminded her in a low voice:

"I heard that eating too much protein|powder is right, it's a burden on the kidneys—"

Steve cocked his fork again, nearly sticking macaroni up his nose.

The silly girl!

He was angry and funny: "Abby, I have to clarify: I never eat that stuff."

Abby let out an "ah" in a low voice.

"You're not the first person to ask me that," Steve sighed, "but thanks for the reminder."

Abby blinked her eyes.

Thank her for what?About the kidney...?

She finally realized what a terrible topic she had just said, and her tongue tied up.

The two of them sat under the light source, before the blue plaid dining table, both blushing.

They looked at each other for a while and fell silent.

Steve coughed, unable to bear to embarrass her.

"Actually, these muscles come from a genetic mutation." He seemed to be teasing, but only he knew it was not a joke. "I was also malnourished, and my body was thin—"

He stretched out a hand and placed it on top of her head.

"Maybe not as tall as you."

Abby imagined a monkey-like Steve in her mind, and couldn't help but the little dimple on her cheek came out.

She laughed again.The dimple under the light is a small orange-red round pit, marked by a cigarette butt with Mars...

It makes people a little uneasy.

Steve didn't know what was going on, and slowly landed his floating hand, stroking the top of her fluffy hair.

Her blond hair was fluffy, and her two small round ears were very red. Before she could react, she showed a comfortable expression.This expression infinitely weakened the beauty of her facial features——

In short, very children, but also very Samoyed.

Abby was sluggish for two seconds before finally realizing what had happened.She was stupid there and didn't know what to do.

Blue plaid and blue jeans began to jump frequently in the field of vision again. They met, rubbed, and collided. The blue paint melted together, and it was set in Steve's pupils.

His eyes are so unbelievably blue that there may be a path to heaven hidden in them;

His palm was also big and warm, like a sun falling on her hair.As a result, the part touched by him "chi" smoked.

Fortunately, he stopped quickly, as if it was just an illusion.

"Well... let me wash the dishes!"

Abby shook her head violently in her heart.In order to resolve the inexplicable little regret that suddenly rose up, she rushed into the kitchen without waiting for Steve's consent.

Just as Steve was about to say, "Just throw it in the dishwasher," he then thought, "There's no reason to ask customers to wash the dishes." He got up and followed, his hand that had just been raised and lowered naturally dropped to one side.

But the five fingers slowly curled up uncontrollably, crossing and rubbing.

Trying to grasp the temperature from the girl again.

The author has something to say:

Touch the head to kill touch the head to kill!

Steve: I have a diamond kidney, would you like to try it with me?

In fact, cap is very good at teasing girls, you guys have forgotten how he teased Sharon in the MCU (quickly shut up)

PS Don't wait for me tomorrow, it may be updated in the early morning.