The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 37: Guest

　　Time is like water.

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

　　 Clark is ten years old, and Eric and Charles are also seven years old.

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

　　 Mike shook his head lightly, sighing and shorting.

　　 "Dad, what did you say?"

　　 Clark opened the bathroom door, his eyes were sly, but he asked seriously.

　　 "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 be a guest at home today.

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

　　 "Dad, what do you do for lunch?"

　　 Seeing Clark's gluttonous appearance, Mike tapped Clark's head with his fingers. Seeing Clark's nonchalant appearance, he said helplessly: "What do you want to eat?"

　　 "Let’s eat hot pot!"

　　 Clark smiled and said: "I told her, I asked her to eat Chinese cuisine."

　　 "She?"

　　 Mike caught the point in the words.

　　 Clark blinked, his face flushed slightly, and said: "Did I not tell you?"

　　 Mike pinched his chin and said: "No!"

　　 "But, good job!"

　　 reached out and patted Clark on the head.

　　 Clark grinned.

　　 "What are you smirking? Go to the kitchen to help wash the vegetables."

　　 "No problem!"

　　 Clark obediently responded and walked downstairs. When he walked far away, he heard a slightly humorous voice in Mike's ears.

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

　　 Mark was taken aback, and then he let out a smile.

　　"This kid..."

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

　　 opened the door, and the two people lying on the table sat upright, looking at Mike with a flattering smile.

　　 Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "How about? Are you done with memorizing?"

　　 Charles jumped off the chair, raised his chest and raised his head, reached out his hand in a salute, and said loudly: "Report sir, I have already memorized it."

　　 Mike nodded and looked at Eric.

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

　　 "OK!"

　　 Mike nodded approvingly, walked over to the bed and sat down, and said: "You can recite it to me, Eric will come first."

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

　　 A few minutes later, after the two of them finished their recitations, Mike nodded and said: "Okay, you can watch TV now."

　　 The two cheered and rushed downstairs.

　　 Mike secretly shook his head.

　　 This **** school doesn’t even teach a multiplication formula. Every student goes to school and just sends out a calculator. After leaving the calculator, even a simple number will be counted for a long time. How can this work?

　　 Fortunately, these two children have been smart since they were young and learn everything quickly.

　　In other words, these three boys really didn't bother him in terms of learning.

　　"Hey, I cultivated them well."

　　 Mike whispered and walked downstairs.

　　 Hot pot is simple, but it needs to be prepared.

　　 After half an hour, when all the ingredients were ready, the doorbell rang.

　　 "Come on!"

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

　　 "I know, I know."

　　 Mike waved his hand casually.

　　 Clark:?﹏?.

　　 What are you asking? Hey!

　　 Mike opened the door and stared at the two people outside.

　　 A middle-aged man and a girl about the same age as Clark.

　　 Mike glanced at the two of them, hurriedly let go, and said: "Please come in."

　　 "Sorry, take the liberty to visit."

　　 The middle-aged man said politely and explained: "This is a bit far from home, I am a little worried about Hope coming alone, so... Clark, you won't blame me?"

　　 Clark hurriedly said: "No, uncle, I didn't think it through."

　　 This kid is very polite and has a good first impression.

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

　　 Hope nodded, holding a gift box with his hands behind him 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 too capricious."

　　 Hank Pim's face stiffened, with a helpless look: "This kid..."

　　 Mike glanced at the father and daughter,

　　 "Quickly, come in."

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

　　 "Hank Pim, you can call me Hank."

　　 Ant-Man?

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

　　 Mike blinked, although he was very surprised, but with a smile on his face, he said naturally: "Please sit down, are you used to Chinese cuisine?"

　　 "No problem!" Hank Pym smiled and sat down and said: "I eat occasionally, I like it very much."

　　 "That's good."

　　 Mike smiled and led the two to sit down and called Eric and Charles to watch TV. After introducing the two to the father and daughter, he served the dishes, adjusted the ingredients for them, and finally put them on Made a mandarin duck pot.

　　 He bought this pot specially from the market in Chinatown before.

　　咚咚，咚咚……

　　The sharp contrast between the spicy red soup and the fragrant clear soup~IndoMTL.com~ is very moving, especially with the smell of steam, it makes the people’s tongue more fluid.

　　 Mike smiled at the two of them: "Taste the base material I made myself."

　　 "My dad made something delicious!"

　　 Charles looked proud.

　　 Mike stared at Charles, but he was secretly refreshed, especially after seeing Clark and Eric nodding frantically, he felt more comfortable.

　　 This kid... always tells the truth.

　　 faintly blinked at Charles, and the corners of Charles's mouth were slightly raised.

　　 Hank Pim nodded, picked up the chopsticks on the dining table, took a piece of meat from the broth and tasted it, his eyes lit up.

　　 tastes really good.

　　 "It's delicious."

　　 Hank Pim gave a compliment, and then met the three father and son opposite, who hadn’t gotten from the clear soup at all. They had been getting from the red soup. They moved the chopsticks a little hesitantly, picked up a piece and put it in. Out of the mouth.

　　 shouldn’t be too spicy, right?

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

　　 tastes good, but he feels like someone has put a fire on the tip of his tongue.

　　 "hiss!"

　　 could not help but take a breath, watching Hope eagerly try the red soup, while breathing in the cold breath, while saying: "It's quite spicy, you can eat the clear soup."

　　 Hope hesitated nodded hesitantly as he watched his father's continuous cold breath, as if he was so hot.

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

　　"Spicy?" Eric raised his head from the bowl, looked at Hank Pim in confusion, and said: "It's not spicy at all! And a man must eat spicy!"

　　 said, he patted his chest.

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