MTL - The Father of Superheroes-Chapter 49 respect those bastards

"welcome!"

Hank Pym opened the door, looked at the family of four outside the door, smiled, and hugged Mike.

"Uncle Hank, this is the hot pot seasoning that Dad specially made for you."

Clark handed over the gift in his hand.

The corners of Hank Pym's eyes twitched slightly, feeling a hot spot somewhere.

"Wow, awesome!"

Hope happily took it and said to Mike, "I'm sorry uncle, I just mentioned it casually. I didn't expect Clark to really let you do it."

Hank Pym took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "Please come in."

"Wow, your family is so big!"

Charles and Eric couldn't help but praise.

Hope said generously: "Just play!"

"You're welcome, sit down."

Hank Pym greeted the Mike family to sit down, and after asking Hope to bring drinks and water to everyone, he said, "Wait for me, it will be ready soon."

Mike said: "Need help?"

"That's great!"

Hank Pym said happily: "I'm having a headache."

Mike was startled, he was just polite, but he didn't expect the other party to be polite.

Laughed in unison, walked into the kitchen with Hank Pym, and taught the kids about space here.

There was some chaos in the kitchen, and Mike frowned as he watched.

Hank Pym said embarrassedly: "Well, I want to eat barbecue. This is relatively simple, and it is the only thing I can do with confidence, but from the current situation, it is still more difficult than I thought."

Mike rolled up his shirt sleeves and said, "What do you need me to do?"

"Cut some vegetables for me."

"Simple!"

Mike picked up the knife, jolted it in his hand, felt the weight, and started to cut at a speed that surprised Hank Pym.

"It's beautiful."

Hank Pym complimented and began to work on the meat.

After a while, the ingredients were ready, and everyone moved to the backyard.

"Wow, there's a pool too!"

Charles looked at Hope enviously.

Hope squeezed Charles' face with a smile and said, "You can come and play at any time."

Turning to Clark, he said, "You too."

Clark nodded.

But Eric pouted and said to Mike, "Dad, let's build a swimming pool at our house too!"

"Okay, I'll leave it to you and Charles."

"That's fine."

Eric slumped.

"Ha ha!"

Clark and Charles laughed mercilessly, and immediately angered Eric. The three of them chased and fought. After a while, Hope was pulled into the battle, and the whole backyard was full of laughter.

Hank Pym looked at this scene, looked at Mike enviously, and said, "Your house is very lively."

"It's so lively that sometimes my head will explode."

Mike said with a smile, picked up two bottles of beer, and handed a bottle to Hank Pym, who started the barbecue. Mike sat at the table beside Ke, and the two chatted.

After a while, the smell of meat came out, and the greedy cats waited around the oven.

"Come on, bring the plate!"

Hank Pym shouted, and the little guys immediately took out their plates from behind.

"It's already ready!"

Charles said with a smile, and handed the plate to Hank Pym.

After Hank Pym smiled and divided the meat for the little guys, he brought a plate of meat to Mike.

Mike tasted it, it tasted good, and gave Hank Pym a thumbs up.

Hank Pym breathed a sigh of relief and resumed his barbecue business.

Playing and making trouble, time passed quickly.

Hank Pym and Mike sat at the table, eating barbecue, drinking beer, watching the well-fed children roaring in the pool, sighing: "I haven't been so leisurely in a long time."

"Actually, I haven't had such a good time with Hope for a long time."

"Because of her mother, there are some problems between me and her." Hank Pym shook his head and said, "Because of work, I spent very little time with her. Now look at those bastards. It's not worth it at all."

Hank Pym couldn't help cursing.

He should be talking about the fact that S.H.I.E.L.D. copied his research results behind his back, and he quit in anger.

With a whisper in his heart, Mike picked up the bottle and touched it lightly, saying, "Respect those bastards..."

"Um?"

"It's not too late for you to see clearly!"

"Ha ha!"

Hank Pym smiled and said, "It's their honor."

He lifted the bottle to the sky.

"Bah!"

Suddenly, a column of crystal clear water sprayed on Hank Pym's face, and in an instant, his neatly combed hair fell down.

"Giggle!"

Hope smiled from a distance.

"puff!"

Mike couldn't help laughing, pointed at Hank Pym with disheveled hair, and joked: "You look like a chicken in soup."

"you…"

"Bah!"

Three crystal water columns poured on Mike, pouring a transparent from top to bottom.

Hank Pimpy pointed at Mike with a smile: "Reservoir dogs."

The two looked at each other and shouted and rushed towards the children by the pool.

Suddenly, there were bursts of exclamations, splashes of water, and then there was laughter.

…

Three days later, Mike's house...

"Over there, yes, a little deeper! A little deeper over there!"

"Wow, well done!"

Mike stood behind the house, wearing a straw hat, and instructed several workers to dig a swimming pool for his house.

Since Hank Pym's home came back~www.novelbuddy.com~ he had this plan, and today, he finally got in touch with the workers and started construction.

"Okay, that's it, the rest is up to you."

Mike said to the workers, and looked at the swimming pool that was ready to raise fish with satisfaction, expressing great satisfaction.

No way, he has a lot.

When he got home, Mike washed the dust off his body and changed his clothes. After going to school to pick up a few children, he got new news from Clark.

"What? Fun games? Let the parents participate?"

Mike stared at Clark and muttered, "Why is your school so troublesome?"

Clark shrugged and said, "Just participating in a four-person five-legged competition between two families."

"Four people and five feet? Need two more families?"

"Don't worry about the two families, I have already discussed with Hope to form a team with them."

"Fine!"

Mike turned to look at Charles and Clark, and said, "How about you? There are no activities in the school?"

The two shook their heads and said, "This is a sports meeting for senior students. Our first and second grades are cheerleaders."

"Huh!" Mike raised his brows with joy, and said, "This is a relief."

"Oh, actually we really want to participate!"

Eric sighed, holding his small head with a pained expression on his face.

"?" Mike looked at the little guy suspiciously.

Charles smiled "hehe" and explained, "Because Eric likes to see others lose to him."

Eric snorted softly and said, "I also like the way you cry when I beat you."

"Who, who made you cry! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Then try?"

"Dad, he's going to hit me! Woohoo!"