"Ah, I remembered that I came to you to help the magic-shaped female sister, and she said thank you for saving her." Clydea looked disbelieving, not thinking that Emire, who had been bullied by her since childhood, was so powerful that she could save the magic-shaped female.

Imil looked at Clydia with a wrong expression, and immediately had an idea: "Well, I don't really understand the meaning of the magic girl. Maybe she misunderstood." Imil simply pretended to be stupid. He didn't want to get it together with Magneto or something.

"Yes, I think so too, it must be the magic-shaped female sister who made it wrong." Clydia looked as if she was right, which made Emire laugh and cry: "I was shocked by you just now. When did you awaken your mutant ability?"

Imil's heart is full of khan and the little girl Clydia is really nothing to say. In the Marvel world, it is not just a mutant talent with super abilities.

Moreover, his ability to resent is strange and is not suitable to say to Clydia. He said vaguely: "Maybe, it was before...I don't know much..."

Clydia chuckled, "That's it. I remember one day when I woke up and opened my eyes, I woke up from the mutant ability. I felt it was inexplicable at that time."

Since she helped the magic girl bring the words, she didn't plan to go to Emire's house, but instead dragged him to the city of New York: "Don't you have to go to class today? I really envy you. The learning atmosphere at Columbia University has always been very free."

"Yes, yes." Imil was embarrassed to slept with himself and explained the fact that Father Terence had another lesson.

"I really didn't expect that. I thought you would take all the subjects, which is not like your style."

"Occasionally, you should relax yourself." Imir didn't know where Clydia was going. Anyway, she had nothing to do, so she followed her into the Hell's Kitchen block.

Clydia's head kept shaking to both sides, and her brown curly hair shaking, making her cute. Her eyes finally fell on the signboard of a restaurant. She touched her stomach and suggested, "Why don't we have dinner together?"

Only then did Imil understand the purpose of Clydia looking around. Although he became a resentful ghost, he always refused everyone to eat. He nodded and agreed: "Okay!"

Although the kitchen block in New York is extremely chaotic, it is located in Manhattan, and there are also many wealthy people who have made their fortunes from underground businesses.

Therefore, the same supporting facilities will not be lacking. Unlike other neighborhoods, the restaurants and bars here look unfavorable, and only after you actually enter will you find a different world.

Clydia seemed extremely familiar with these tricks. The restaurant she brought Emire to was such.

I've never heard of the name Imir outside, but I felt different after entering. The restaurant doesn't look big and the door is a bit old, but the cylinders and statues used to decorate are antique, and even laymen can feel a kind of restrained luxury.

Unlike big-name hotels, there is not much queue in the restaurant. Each guest sits in front of his seat and has an exclusive waiter to serve.

After taking the menu handed over by the waitress, Imir was dazzled by hundreds of famous dishes from various countries and regions. It was really impossible to see that this inconspicuous restaurant actually offers so many dishes.

Each dish corresponds to a special chef, so the strength of this restaurant can be imagined.

After thinking for a quarter of an hour, Imil looked at the prices on the menu and was really frightened. In a powerful restaurant, the dishes are indeed very powerful. For an ordinary steak, you dare to ask for 1,888 US dollars. Do you really think this is Qidian Coin and you can reward it as you please?

"Ms., sir, we have fresh caviar here, from the glittering sturgeon caviar bordering Iran and the Russian Caspian Sea. Just airlifted from Russia and not yet Kaifeng."

After waiting for a long enough time, the waitress next to her took the initiative to recommend it.

It was air freight and flashing sturgeon, which sounded very expensive. Imir squeezed out a smile and was about to refuse. Clydia next to him had already agreed casually: "Open two cans, one can for each person."

She introduced to Imir carefully: "In Western food, the first dish is the first dish, also known as an appetizer. Because it is to be appetizers, appetizers generally have special flavors, mainly salty and sour, and have small quantities and high quality. Russian glitter sturgeon caviar is a good choice."

To Clydia's professional explanation, the waitress gave a smile showing her eight teeth to express her respect.

Clydia looked at Emire's stunned gaze and didn't even have to look at the menu. She simply and naturally continued to order: "For soup, just serve French baked onion soup. Choose the side dishes that you are more specialized in, and choose Dutch sauce and Archbishop's sauce with sauce."

She said and looked at Emire: "I think Archbishop's juice will be more suitable for your identity, a top student at the Theological Seminary of Columbia University!" Then she said: "There is no requirement for main courses and vegetable salads, just look at it."

The waitress replied with a smile: "Okay, ma'am, we have everything in our restaurant and you will be satisfied. By the way, I suggest you get some organic ice cream that you just airborne from San Francisco."

Imil wanted to speak but stopped. Clydia nodded and helped him make a choice: "Okay, it's best to be an Italian dessert. I love sweets very much. Where are you, Imil?"

Imil pointed his neck stiffly, and he found that this might be the only thing he and Clydia have in common. He felt that being able to fall in love with Clydia when his body was alive was even more bizarre than his resurrection in the Marvel world.

The waitress recommended: "We still have 82 years old Rafi, ma'am, do you need to open a bottle?"

Judging from the reaction, she could also see who could decide who ordered here. Imil finally found an opportunity to speak. He shook his head and said, "We don't want wine."

Clydia nodded in praise and said, "Yes, I can't drink red wine either. Let's have a bottle of French Cook champagne. Our head dish is caviar. Should we eat caviar with champagne? Imil, you are more tasteful."

At this moment, Imir no longer knew what to say. He sat in his seat and tasted the dishes ordered by Clydea. It has to be said that the craftsmanship of this restaurant is absolutely worthy of the almost jaw-dropping sky-high price.

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These chapters may be a bit dull, but they are all for the next plot of "Avengers". Imil's girlfriend has also officially appeared. In the name of the heroine Clydea, please give me some recommendations and rewards~~~~
Chapter completed!