mtl008 Chapter 2545: Xiao Xiao Down (29)
Chapter 2545: Xiao Xiao Down (29)
Chapter 2545: Xiao Xiao Down (Twenty-nine)
The doorbell rang on time. When Raven opened the door, he saw a blonde girl standing outside with a large stack of documents in her hand and a bag behind her that seemed to contain a lot of things.
"Hello, whoever you are, please help me put this thing in first, please."
Raven had to use telekinesis to help her move the pile of things into the house. The girl jumped in and said, "Harley Quinzel, nice to meet you. Where's Schiller?"
"He's out to post a letter. What do you want from him?"
"It's about his house, but there's no rush. Anyway, I didn't bring him any good news. Let me see his new house first."
After saying that, Harry didn't treat himself as an outsider at all and began to pace around the living room. He looked around and nodded and said, "Not bad, warm and interesting. Did you help him decorate it?"
Raven did help Schiller carry some sculptures, so she nodded, and Harley breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's good. If it was decorated like a model house like in the original manor, we wouldn't be able to have a party. Where are the playoff games?"
"What playoffs?"
"Of course it's the football playoffs. Come on, you're not not watching the games, are you? The playoffs are getting a lot of attention this year. You should post the schedule in a prominent place, otherwise people will think you're a country bumpkin who doesn't watch TV."
“I’ve heard of football.”
"It seems that you are really a country bumpkin." Harry sighed, but there was not much malice in his tone. He just said, "Okay, where is the nearest printing company? I didn't expect to miss this. I heard Vincent say that Schiller often goes to watch football games. I thought he knew about it. He didn't even prepare this. We will have nothing to talk about."
"Maybe he'll prepare it later." Raven still trusted Schiller. She picked up the remote control and prepared to continue watching TV. Harley came over and said, "Are you watching the rerun? Have you seen the popular drag show recently? Everyone is talking about it."
Raven shook his head and said, "I think I've seen it, but I'm not interested. I want to watch the show about the carpenter."
"Come on, that's for old fogies in redneck states. Who on earth would be interested in the touch of a farm renovation? Quickly change the channel and let's watch that drag show..."
Raven was reluctant to give the remote control to this crazy girl because she had gone out for a midnight snack last night and hadn't seen the show to the end. There was a replay today and she had to finish watching it.
So when Schiller walked in, he saw the two of them fighting over the remote control. The pillows on the sofa were thrown all over the floor, Harley's ponytail was completely pulled off, and Raven was not having a good time either, as he was pinned under Harley and the remote control slipped out of his hand.
Schiller stood silently at the door, watching the two of them. Harley got up from the sofa when she saw Schiller coming, panting, she brushed her hair back and said, "You look like a savage, miss."
"I don't know how you can use that word to describe someone so confidently."
"Because if I don't use that word, I'll curse even worse. Give me the remote control, I want to watch TV!"
"Okay, ladies." After Schiller changed his shoes, he turned to look at the package that Harley brought. Harley immediately rushed over, picked up the bag and shook it at Schiller with a smug smile on her face.
"I know that you, an old-fashioned person, definitely don't know how to arrange a housewarming party. This is not your vampire manor. Modern communities have modern ways of socializing. Don't expect to fool around with a reading club."
"So what did you bring?"
Harley began to pull out items one by one, first pulling out a bunch of Yankees hats and saying, "You can stack them up in the corner of the room, and people will definitely notice them. They'll guess you're a fan of this team, but of course you can say you're not and that you got these hats by chance. Then they'll complain to you for at least dozens of minutes about the poor quality of certain team's peripherals."
"This is an old boat oar. I got it from my uncle's old house." Harley took out another long oar and said, "Many wealthy people in Gotham have fishing experience. The ocean-going fleet here was once very prosperous. If you have an oar, you can reminisce about the experiences of their fathers with them. This is a topic that will never go wrong."
"The remaining parts are a foosball table. This is not a common product you can buy in stores. It is the last batch produced by this company in 1897. The difference is that the characters inside are wearing the uniforms of the Gotham football team at that time. It is a commemorative model!"
"There are also some backyard barbecue equipment. I know you definitely don't like barbecue, but you can't deny that backyard barbecue is the most important part of the party. They can discuss the freshness of the ingredients for half an hour."
"Oh, by the way, you should have bought the ingredients, right? Let me see the quality of the meat. It seems that you don't go to the market often. If you get ripped off, those people will laugh at you for being a..."
Harley walked over and opened the freezer door of the refrigerator. Schiller, who was standing by the door, wanted to stop her, but it was too late. The moment the freezer door was opened, a strong evil smell emanated.
Raven flew into the air with a whoosh, her red hair fluttering behind her head. A powerful force surrounded her, forming a strong whirlwind, and her eyes radiated a light of power.
"Harley! Close it!"
Harley took a deep breath and slammed the door of the freezer. Raven drew her sword and looked around in confusion. She couldn't find where the demon had descended, so she had to slowly land on the ground.
"What happened?" Raven looked around and said, "I just felt the coming of a demon, and it was a very powerful one."
"Your illusion." Schiller said very confidently.
"But I clearly..."
"It's definitely an illusion." Harry leaned against the refrigerator door.
At this time, Raven also realized that the problem might be with the refrigerator. She walked over and looked at Harley with suspicion. Harley gave her a fake smile and winked at Schiller frantically in a corner where Raven couldn't see.
"Go away and let me see." said the raven.
"It's nothing to see. Maybe some chemicals in the refrigerator leaked and caused hallucinations." Schiller said, "This is what happens to some refrigerators that haven't been maintained all year round."
Raven didn't know much about these modern electronic devices and was a little skeptical, but when he saw Harry nodding desperately, he had to put aside his doubts for the time being.
When Raven used telekinesis to move the things that Harry brought to the backyard, Harry hid beside the refrigerator, tugged at Schiller's sleeve and said, "I saw at least five pairs of hooves. Why don't you stuff yourself to death?!"
"You know that's not me."
"Don't change the subject. You're not going to serve this to the guests, are you?"
"Of course not. I haven't bought any meat yet."
"I hope you're talking about normal meat... I mean, it's too late not to buy it now. Isn't there a party the day after tomorrow? Are you going to throw a cow directly to the guests?"
"Shouldn't we buy ready-made ones..."
"Come on, you live in a wealthy area, so of course you have to go to a farm in the suburbs to order the freshest meat. That takes at least three days in advance, and you need to have friends who are familiar with the farmers to help you divide it into steaks and skewers. Do you really have to buy it at the market? Those meats are not organic, you will be laughed at."
Just as he said this, the doorbell rang. When Schiller opened the door, he saw Shivana's face.
"Hello, sir... Oh, professor, do you live here? I was riding my bike past here and heard some noise. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Schiller shook his head and said, "Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"
"No, you must be very busy preparing for the banquet, and I don't want to ruin the surprise of the day. If you need any help, please contact me. I'm leaving now."
Shivana left. Schiller stared at his back and thought, this is a very smart man. He must have felt the fluctuation of power with his right eye, so he rushed over.
If it was an ordinary person living here, he might have been knocked down by him, but he gave up the idea of taking action the moment he found out it was Schiller. This proves that he must have done some research on Schiller, so he took precautions.
Harley seemed to have heard Schiller's thoughts. When Schiller turned around, Harley looked at him and said, "There's no need for any investigation. The expression on your face just now is like saying, 'Please come in. What I need most is that you serve me the main course for my banquet.'"
"No time for jokes," Schiller sighed.
In the past, Merkel was responsible for the food supply of the manor. It seemed that their housekeepers had a group that was specifically responsible for purchasing, and Alfred was their leader, so Schiller never had to worry about food issues.
But now his butler was absent, and Schiller had never bought his own groceries, but based on his experience in his previous life, he should be able to buy everything in the market.
At this time, he forgot to take into account the national conditions of the United States. Food in the United States is divided into organic and non-organic. Most cheap supermarkets sell non-organic products. Not to mention pesticides, even clenbuterol is legally added.
To buy organic products, you have to go to an organic supermarket, but organic products are also divided into many grades, such as green and pollution-free, vegan organic, and ordinary organic, with different prices and categories.
At the top of the contempt chain is local organic food, which mostly comes from surrounding farms. Even better than that is having a farmer friend who kills and eats the meat freshly that morning on the farm, because this not only proves that the meat is good, but also proves that you have a lot of connections.
This is especially important for the people of Gotham, because there are no farms around Gotham and the agricultural development in the metropolis is not very good, so being able to get farm-fresh meat is a symbol of status.
Schiller had indeed not considered this, but he also knew that he could not serve the meat in the frozen layer to the guests, as ordinary people could not eat that stuff.
More importantly, when Raven walked around the living room, his eyes were always on the freezer, and he was obviously very suspicious about what was in there. Schiller had no intention of opening it recently.
Soon Schiller received replies from the guests with a wide variety of allergens. After sorting them out, he found that it seemed that the only thing they could eat at the same time was meat, so meat became the top priority.
Thinking of the farm, Schiller naturally thought of someone, but he knew Clark must be very busy now. Schiller hesitated for a moment and finally did not call.
Just after they finished breakfast, there was a noise in the backyard. Schiller went over to see that Clark had landed on the lawn in the backyard - with a cow and a sheep.