MTL - The Father of Superheroes-Chapter 37 guest

Time is like water.

In the blink of an eye, the three children have already entered primary school.

Clark was ten, and Eric and Charles were seven.

In the bathroom, Mike looked at himself in the mirror and said dissatisfiedly, "Why am I still so handsome after so many years? How can this make other people live!"

Mike shook his head lightly and let out a long sigh.

"Dad, what did you say?"

Clark opened the bathroom door with sly eyes, but asked a serious question.

"Cough!" Mike blushed, clenched his fist and coughed lightly. Mike hung up the towel and said, "What? Your friend is here?"

Clark invited a friend to his house today.

Clark shook his head and said, "No, it's still early."

"Dad, what are you doing for lunch?"

Seeing Clark's greedy look, Mike tapped Clark's head with his fingers. Seeing that Clark didn't care, he said helplessly, "What do you want to eat?"

"Eat hot pot!"

Clark said with a smile: "I told her to invite her to eat Chinese cuisine."

"she?"

Mike caught the point of the words.

Clark blinked, his face flushed slightly, and said, "Didn't I tell you?"

Mike squeezed his chin and said, "No!"

"However, well done!"

He reached out and patted Clark on the head.

Clark chuckled.

"What are you giggling? Go to the kitchen to help wash the dishes."

"no problem!"

Clark responded obediently and walked downstairs. After he walked away, a slightly mocking voice entered Mike's ears.

"Dad, you are indeed handsome! Old handsome, old handsome!"

Mark was stunned, and then burst out laughing.

"This kid..."

Mike walked out of the bathroom and went to Eric and Charles' room.

Pushing open the door, the two who were lying on the table immediately sat up straight, looking at Mike with a pleasing smile.

Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "How is it? Are you finished?"

Charles jumped out of the chair, raised his chest and raised his head, stretched out his hand in a salute, and said loudly, "Report sir, I have already carried it on my back."

Mike nodded and looked at Eric.

Eric said proudly: "It's so simple, your smart son, of course, has memorized it completely."

"Row!"

Mike nodded approvingly, walked over to the bed and sat down, saying, "Recite it for me, Eric will come first."

Eric opened his mouth and said, "One for one, one for two for two..."

A few minutes later, when the two finished reciting, Mike nodded and said, "Okay, you can go watch TV."

The two cheered and ran downstairs at a sprint-like speed.

Mike shook his head secretly.

This **** school doesn't even teach multiplication formulas. Every student goes to school and sends a calculator to each student. After leaving the calculator, it takes half a day to calculate even a simple number. How can this be possible?

Fortunately, these two children are smart since childhood and learn everything quickly.

In other words, these three boys really didn't let him worry about their studies.

"Tsk, it's all well-bred by me."

Mike whispered something and walked downstairs.

Although hot pot is simple, it also needs to start preparing.

Half an hour later, when all the ingredients were ready, the doorbell rang.

"coming!"

Mike's eyes lit up, and he walked quickly to the door. Clark nervously followed behind Mike and said to Mike, "Dad, don't ask anything embarrassing."

"I know I know."

Mike waved his hand casually.

Clark: ?﹏?.

What are you trying to ask, hey!

Mike opened the door and looked at the two outside the door for a moment.

A middle-aged man, and a girl about Clark's age.

Mike glanced at the two of them, hurriedly moved away, and said, "Please come in."

"Sorry for taking the liberty of visiting."

The middle-aged man said politely and explained, "It's a little far from home, and I'm a little worried that Hope will come alone, so... Clark, you won't blame me, right?"

Clark hurriedly said: "No, uncle, I was not thoughtful."

The boy was polite and made a good first impression.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, walked in with his daughter, and said, "Didn't you prepare a present for Clark?"

Hope nodded, holding a gift box with his hands behind his back and handing it to Clark.

Clark took it and said, "Thank you."

"No thanks!" Hope twitched the corners of his mouth and said helplessly: "Hank has to follow, it's just too capricious."

Hank Pym's face froze, helpless: "This child..."

Mike glanced at the father and daughter,

"Quick, come in."

Mike greeted the two to enter, stretched out his hand to the middle-aged man, and said, "Mike Kent."

"Hank Pym, you can call me Hank."

Ant-Man?

Go to school, make friends, and meet superhero parents?

Mike blinked, although he was extremely surprised, he had a smile on his face, and said naturally, "Please sit down, are you used to Chinese cuisine?"

"No problem!" Hank Pym sat down with a smile and said, "I eat it occasionally, and I like it very much."

"That's good."

Mike smiled and led the two to sit down, called Eric and Charles who were watching TV, introduced them to the father and daughter, served the dishes, prepared small ingredients for them, and finally put a mandarin duck on it. pot.

This pot was specially bought from the market in Chinatown before.

Goo-dong, goo-dong...

The spicy red soup and the fragrant clear soup are in stark contrast.

Mike smiled at the two and said, "Tast it, the primer I made myself."

"My dad's cooking is delicious!"

Charles looked proud.

Mike glared at Charles, but his heart was dark, especially after seeing Clark and Eric nodding wildly beside him, he felt more comfortable.

This kid... always tells the truth.

He blinked at Charles obscurely, and the corners of Charles' mouth twitched slightly.

Hank Pym nodded, picked up the chopsticks on the table, took a piece of meat from the clear soup and tasted it, his eyes lit up.

It tastes really good.

"good to eat."

Hank Pym praised, and then saw that the father and son on the opposite side had not eaten from the clear soup at all, but had been eating from the red soup, hesitantly moved his chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth .

Shouldn't it be too spicy?

But when he put it in his mouth, he immediately regretted it.

It tasted good, but he felt like someone had put a fire on the tip of his tongue.

"hiss!"

He couldn't help but take a breath, watching Hope eager to try the red soup, while breathing in the cold air, he said, "It's very spicy, so you can eat clear soup."

Seeing that his father was breathing cold air, Hope hesitantly nodded.

She and his father don't usually eat spicy food.

"Spicy?" Eric raised his head from the bowl, looked at Hank Pym suspiciously, and said, "It's not spicy at all! And men have to eat spicy food!"

Saying that, he patted his chest.

Hearing this, the Mike family and even his daughter's eyes fell on him.