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第9章 18:00-22:00

Peter was wearing a fat floral apron on his straight waist at this time, staring at the two pieces of bacon in the pan without blinking, and at the same time listening to the girl's intermittent and disorganized complaints seriously with frowns.

——Rather than listening carefully, it is better to say that after she said "not only the cheerleaders, they actually canceled the dance that I organized!", the following long series of accusations surrounding this theme Into his ears, he automatically digested it into "BLABLABLABLABLA" over and over again...

The bacon was fried until it was curled, browned and sizzling, and a strong smell of burning protein wafted out, which perfectly covered up the smell of strong perfume on the other party's body that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Peter deftly turned the gradually darker bacon over, and nimbly added a small piece of butter into the pot, and the mouth-watering aroma poured out all at once.

At the dining table, Chris' stomach grunted sensitively.

She hastily stuck out her tongue and covered her stomach, and finally stopped talking.

"... Anyway, I don't want to see their disgusting faces again."

She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and ended her long speech with such a sentence. Her heels tapped the ground one after another, and her small movements showed how upset she was at the moment.

Peter picked out the bacon from the pan while it was still hot, spread it flat on the cauliflower plate, turned around and pushed it in front of Chris.

"Hey, I said, cheerleading and prom...are those important to you?"

He regretted it almost immediately after asking the question—the answer was simply obvious.

At the same time, the microwave oven on the other side of the kitchen made a ding-dong sound, startling the pigeons resting on the window sill with their gray wings flapping away.

Of course it is important, "cheerleaders" and "prom", this is almost all she has in school - she wanted to answer him like this, but in the end she just quickly lowered her eyes pretending to be meaningless.

"No, it doesn't matter at all." She fluttered her eyelashes twice, she replied quickly, and comforted herself in the same way in her heart.

"...I haven't experienced this kind of thing. You know, after all, the 'campus Nerd leaderboard' doesn't just kick people out..."

Obviously aware that her mouth was not right, Peter said while putting on insulated gloves, and took out two hot dogs from the microwave oven, "But I believe you deserve better. ... I mean, not that kind A 'friend' who cuts you off 'because you're dating a nerd', but a different kind of...friend."

"You deserve better"—his words unknowingly made Chris feel at ease.

She finally relaxed her stiff expression, smiled again, and deliberately squinted at him, "How long do you want to wear this silly apron? Sit down quickly, this is our first Let's eat together again."

"Uh...you're right, wait for me to..."

Looking down at the funny apron wrapped around his body, Peter raised his shoulders shyly, turned around and gently put the round container of hot dogs on the dining table, and immediately took it off without hesitation. The apron was stuffed into the drawer casually.

Chris stared blankly at the steaming food in the container, and didn't even realize that Peter sat down next to her rather unnaturally.

It didn't occur to her that when Peter said "eat a hot dog"...it really meant a "hot dog", not something else of the same shape that could be put in his mouth... um, something.

"Hot dogs and fried bacon, that's all I can do."

Peter scratched his head, put on a distressed expression, and put the knife and fork on the tablecloth into her hands himself, then looked at her nervously and expectantly, his brown eyes gleamed mistyly.

"You...you try it?" he asked.

Chrissy pushed halfway, cut a small piece of bacon and put it in her mouth. The smell of oily meat overflowed unscrupulously in her mouth. She looked up and found Peter on the side looking straight at her, and immediately nodded knowingly.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while.

“The hot dogs are delicious too.”

Chrissy licked the crumbs and ketchup off her lips and gave him such an evaluation.

Hearing what she said, the slight arc on the corner of Peter's mouth immediately turned into a satisfied smile.

"That would be great. To be honest, I always worry that these... not so expensive snacks may not be to your taste, after all... no offense, but the meal with your dad at your house the other day The food really impressed me."

Chrissy wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and the tip of her nose was slightly reddened by the spicy stimulation brought by a small amount of mustard in the hot dog.

She chewed slowly, turned to look at him, and swallowed a big mouthful of food with a smile, "Do I look so unreasonable?"

Peter just took time out from his busy schedule to taste the bacon that was completely cold, and was thinking about how to rate himself. Hearing this, he quickly put down his fork and waved his hands, with the meat roll stuffed in his mouth, he said vaguely , "No, I'm not..."

Chrissy chuckled.

"How long can I stay today?"

She sucked her fingertips and asked him expectantly.

"Anytime."

Peter rubbed his nose and grabbed the remaining hot dog, and said casually, "As long as it's not too late, otherwise you will definitely be late again tomorrow... Last time, you..."

Suddenly realizing that he had mentioned something that shouldn't be said, Peter quickly stopped talking.

"You mean the night Andrew cheated on you?"

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to be more indifferent than him, so he said the name of his ex-boyfriend without hesitation, "I let this matter go by a long time ago-I guess my current boyfriend will definitely not do things like him, yes Bar?"

Current boyfriend?

It took Peter a long time to react.

Oh……

Chrissy was amused by his dull and stupefied look, she tilted her head with a smile and put her face on his thin but powerful shoulders, and naturally took the opportunity to drop a moist heat on his neck, which was instantly stiff due to his sudden approach. kiss.

……

"I think I'm getting too old for skiing, Peter, and my waist is..."

Without any warning, there was a sudden rustling outside the house, and then May Parker rushed in through the door, her tone was usual and ordinary.

She kicked off her hiking boots at the door, stepped on the stairs with only her wet socks on, and after a quick glance from the corner of her eye, she noticed the third person in the room in surprise, so she widened her eyes and closed her mouth, He even forgot to shake off the snow particles in the hood.

Chris was also taken aback, and immediately straightened up and quickly sat down, Peter was able to move, and met the other party's meaningful gaze, "...good evening, Aunt May...listen, please don't use that look at me..."

Mei waved her hands with a clear expression: "I wish you a happy time."

"Oh, yes, if you want to..."

He opened his mouth and hesitated to speak, Mei leaned on the banister of the stairs and thought for a moment, raised her finger to go upstairs, "It's best to go to Peter's room. Also, make sure to take safety measures... You know what that refers to." , right? By God, you sure don't want to be a dad at 17...*"

"Oh my god...I don't know what you're talking about, Aunt May, we just..."

"Ordinary relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend." Chrissy said, then smiled politely at Mei and nodded.

"You'd be less frank than a girl, Peter, it's a disgrace."

Mei winked at Chrissy twice, and left an intriguing smile, "Okay, young people, I will go to my room and lock the door, and then turn up the music to the maximum..."

As she said that, she hummed an out-of-tune punk tune, turned around and went upstairs.

Peter put his hands on the twitching eyebrows, and pulled his eyes away from Chris.

"Wait, Aunt Mei! You listen to my explanation! w(°Д°)w"

He staggered and hurriedly got up to catch up to continue explaining, but Chris grabbed his hand from behind.

"That's your aunt? She looks so young and friendly."

Chris stood up calmly, raised her toes slightly and whispered behind his ear, "It's not like my father... Today when I told him that I might go back later tonight, he kept asking who I was with. Together, what are we going to do?"

The wrist grasped by the warm palm of the other party was imperceptibly sweating, and from time to time, hot breath was delivered to the pinna. Peter's cheeks and the roots of his ears were red and hot, and he awkwardly spread his five fingers on her. Subconsciously, he quietly went around his forearm and took her hand.

The strong beating heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest in the next second, and his mind had already been churned into a mess at this moment, thinking about wanting to say something so that he could divert all his attention to the clasped hands. Attention, "How did you answer him?...He wouldn't drive a Mercedes-Benz into the gate of my house in anger..."

...he didn't quite know what he was talking about anymore.But this is not important, anyway, he has something to say... Oh, the girl's fingers are so soft, and they are much thinner than he imagined...

Chris stepped forward two steps from behind him and stood next to him, smiled narrowly, bent her elbow and poked his waist, "Don't be stupid, I told him I was dating Spider-Man."

Peter raised the corners of his eyebrows, and the blood in his body froze in an instant.

"...you won't really..."

——But wait, that seems to be right?

The arc of Chris's lips was raised even higher.

"Relax, of course he thought I was joking." There was a rare lightness in her voice, "So what do you want to do next, superhero?"

Super hero?

This title greatly satisfied him, especially his vanity, which had been smacked to the end by the malicious smears in the "Daily Horn Newsletter"...

But speaking of this—Peter glanced up at the wall clock, “It's time for my part-time job—one of those thankless 'chicken hero jobs'... Shall I give you a lift? I mean... to take you home."

He thought that in New York City, apart from the school and his own house, the place he was most familiar with was the big house of the Kent family... However, more than a week ago, he and Chris Kent even just passed by. An ordinary classmate who doesn't even know how to say hello.

It's a wonderful thing.

Chris tapped her chin with her fingertips.

"Nice idea, but I'd rather go see those 'superhero jobs' with you," she said.

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Completed.

*In the Ultimate Spider-Man comics, when Peter took MJ home, Aunt Mei also ordered 2333 assists like this_(:з)∠)_

Oh, by the way, Aunt Mei is the ultimate animation setting, an independent, self-improving, trendy and open woman w

The girls who left comments in the last chapter basically gave red envelopes w the system is delayed, so there are a few that are not sure, if there are any omissions, please let me know~

In addition, I, I really want to start the daily update, wow!Please urge me hard QAQ

Thanks to [Erhuoran] for mine = 3 = whata! !Kiss the little cheek XDDD