The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 546: Kitchen

"Hank!"

"Mike!"

In the greeting, the two embraced.

"Long time no see."

Mike looked at Hank Pym: "You look good, you are still so energetic."

"Of course."

Hank Pym smiled and patted Mike on the shoulder, and hugged Riwen again.

"Welcome to Ruiwen, always beautiful."

Riwen smiled and nodded.

"Uncle Hank, this is a gift for you."

Gwen handed some gift boxes to Hank Pym, and little Lamb on the side hurriedly handed out the red wine in his hand.

Hank Pim took it with a smile.

"Gwen is getting more and more beautiful, and she's all a big girl."

Gwen said happily: "Uncle Hank is getting more and more attractive."

"Just you can talk!"

The wrinkles on Hank Pim's smiling face are piled together.

"This is Lamb, it's...so big!"

Hank Pym looked at the well-behaved little Lamb, his tone was full of amazement.

Although he had heard about Little Lamb, he still couldn't hide the shock in his eyes when he saw Little Lamb.

"Uncle Mike! Come in!"

Hope greeted the Mikes happily and welcomed them in, while Hank Pim carried a gift box and a bottle of red wine, just like the old butler who went out shopping for merchandise and followed the host's house.

Hank Pim's face darkened.

"Let me come."

Clark smiled and walked to Hank Pym and took what was in his hand.

Hank Pim nodded in satisfaction.

This kid, winking, deserves to be my future son-in-law.

Back home, Hope brought drinks to everyone and sat beside Clark.

Mike and Riven are sitting across from Hank. Gwen's gaze keeps turning on Clark and Hope, with a smile flashing in his eyes, while Little Lamb looks around curiously, staring in the corner. Ants keep coming and going.

"You are here this time..."

"For their wedding."

"Wedding..."

"You have the final say how to hold it."

"The two of them..."

"Good match!"

"Mike, you..."

"Handsome and charming man!"

The corners of Hank Pim's mouth twitched: "Shameless, can you tell me the whole sentence?"

"What else do you want to say?"

Mike looked at Hank Pym with a smile.

Hank Pym opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a long time.

Good fellow, it seems that the matter between Clark and Hope is just a few words given.

Of course, the main reason is that the two of them are too familiar with each other. The two children have known each other since childhood, and they have nothing to understand. Both of them are very satisfied with each other.

Hank Pim glared at Mike: "You still hate you."

"Hate it?"

Mike squeezed his chin and said in a low voice: "You hate me, and you have such a good relationship with me. You have kept in touch for so many years. It's just true love."

"Fuck!"

Hank Pim waved his hand irritably.

Mike spread his hands, with an innocent look on his face.

Looking at the bickering two, Clark couldn't help laughing.

The two are old friends, and only those who have been with each other for more than 20 years can make such a joke.

The marriage of Hope and Clark was settled in a few words.

After chatting for a while, Mike looked at the stairs and said: "Hey, friends over there, won't you come out and meet?"

"Haha! I said I would find it!"

Scott Lang smiled awkwardly, and walked out slowly, seeing everyone looking at him, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

After all, he was just a thief a few days ago, but now he saw Mike Kent.

"Hello, my name is Scott Lang. I am an employee of Hank. I am glad to meet you."

Scott Lang introduced himself to Mike excitedly.

Mike nodded to him: "Mike Kent!"

Scott Lang said excitedly: "Are you really that Mike Kent?"

"If you are the one of Kent only...Yes!"

Mike generously admitted his identity.

Before they came, their family had lifted their disguise.

Scott Lang said excitedly: "Can I ask for an autograph?"

Signature?

Mike was taken aback. This was the first time he was asked for an autograph.

"Yes."

He agreed, and Scott Long took out a photo and a pen from Hank Pim's speechless gaze and handed it to Mike.

Mike stared at the photo and was stunned.

It's a picture of him sitting on the throne.

"This photo?"

"Your previous videos were very popular. These photos are now sold in many places."

"Are there?"

Mike murmured.

Hope smiled: "Of course, Uncle Mike, you don't even know how hot you are now."

The battle video in front of the White House is still the most clicked video in the world so far.

The battle that took place on the Kent star some time ago, because of the tourist's relationship with the Kent star, and the video circulated, once again made Mike a fire and a new legend.

"Haha, I really didn't pay attention!"

Mike laughed happily and signed his name on the photo.

Scott Lang put it away happily, grinning at the corners of his mouth.

"What's so happy about, isn't it just a photo?"

Hank Pim looked at Mike's proud face, feeling very upset, and stretched out his hand to Scott Long: "Come on, I'll sign you too!"

"What do I want you for? It has no value!"

Looking at the autographed photo, Scott Lang subconsciously spoke in a state of excitement, but then he felt two cold eyes falling on him.

Shuddering unconsciously, Scott Lang looked up stiffly, squeezed a dry smile at Hank Pym, turned and ran upstairs.

"Ah! I will practice ant control again!"

"Wait a while and come to the kitchen to help make lunch with me."

Hank Pim said coldly, and Scott Lang responded loudly.

And Hope and Clark looked at each other and shuddered.

Scott Lang didn't know what would happen in a while, he would regret it.

I hope it will not affect my actions tonight...

No!

It must affect the action tonight!

Hope's eyes lit up.

This is an opportunity!

As long as Scott Lang is fainted by his father's cooking, she will be the one to perform the task tonight!

When I thought about it, Hope felt a little expectant.

"Mike! You must try my craft today."

Hank Pim said lightly, and before Mike refused, he walked to the kitchen.

"This old guy is still so competitive, really..."

Mike opened a portal while muttering, disappeared in front of everyone, and returned to his home.

There is no material he wants here.

A few minutes later, Scott Long rushed into the kitchen under the compassionate eyes of Hope and Clark.

"Sister Hope, those smells won't come out, will they?"

Gwen asked worriedly and swallowed, "Should we go out."

In a while, this place will become a ‘biochemical’ battlefield.

"It's okay."

Hope shook his head, and said: "Hank has upgraded the kitchen, there will be no smell coming out, just the process of doing it...it's hard to say."

"When they come out, let's stay away."

Clark pressed his brows with a headache.

Everyone nodded frantically.

The war between Mike and Hank has been through many times, and each time it was very'tragic'. They don’t want to be implicated in it. Only Scott Lang, who has never experienced it, would So readily agreed to help in the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Scott Lang happily walked out of the upstairs after placing the photo.

Everyone looked at him with complicated eyes.

There is pity, there is admiration...

Scott Lang froze, scratching his hair, and wondering: "Why look at me like this?"

"Come on!" Gwen made a cheering gesture to him: "You must protect yourself!"

"?"

Scott Lang froze, only to realize that Gwen was talking about going to the kitchen.

"Isn't it just going to help with cooking?" Scott Long wondered: "I also helped two days ago. It doesn't matter, Hank won't eat me."

He made a humorous joke and walked into the kitchen with a smile.

"Sister? Is it dangerous?"

Little Lamb asked suspiciously.

"You will know in a while."

Gwen said quietly, and took Little Lamb back two steps.

A few minutes later, Scott Long's cough and screams rang.

Everyone shuddered unconsciously.

"Pop!"

Scott Lang opened the kitchen door.

At this time, his face was full of tears, his nose and mouth were like a sponge, greedily breathing the outside air, stretched out his hands to everyone, and cried out tragically: "Help!"

At the same time, a creepy smell floated from the kitchen.

"Come in!"

Hank Pim grabbed Scott Long by the shoulder and dragged him in.

"Help me! Help me!"

Scott Lang screamed sternly.

He finally understood why Gwen asked him to be careful.

"Bang!"

Looking at the closed kitchen door, everyone gulped in horror.

How terrible is the smell inside, it can force a person to be like this.

Half an hour later, the kitchen door was opened. Everyone was shocked. They breathed tightly, and unconsciously stepped back and stepped towards the door.

They will run out at any time.

"There is no smell?"

Little Lamb sucked his nose gently, and asked with some confusion.

Everyone was startled, and then gently sucked their noses.

It's really tasteless.

Just when they were puzzled, Hank Pym came out with a plate.

He looked at the faces of the people and hummed softly.

"It's all a group of people without courage, not as good as Scott."

Hank Pim had exhausted all the smell in the kitchen before he came out.

Everyone looked at each other.

"By the way, where's Scott?"

Hope asked, and looked at the kitchen curiously, his eyes gleaming with hope.

As long as Scott Lang is involved in the plan tonight, she will have to execute it.

So... Come on! Scott!

"Help, help!"

A weak voice came from the kitchen.

Scott crawled on the ground, and climbed out of the kitchen with difficulty.

The tears and tears flowed, and the eyes were loose, as if he had been severely devastated.

Seeing this scene, everyone shuddered, and they were farther away from Hank Pym.

Hank Pim glanced at Scott Long and said: "It's useless..."

"Indeed, he is too useless!"

Hope nodded in agreement, but before she could say the second half of the sentence, Hank Pym glanced at her: "It's too wasteful to complete the task tonight."

He looked at Clark: "He takes it to ventilate. It's best to breathe in oxygen. Oxygen is available above me."

Clark nodded, walked to Scott Long, picked him up, and walked upstairs.

"Uncle Hank, what do you make? Why don't you smell anything?"

Gwen's curious eyes fell on the plate in Hank Pym's hand.

"I used a new technology to seal all the flavors in the food. Only when you put it in your mouth and bite it through, all the delicious flavors will explode."

Gwen was taken aback and murmured: "Blow, bomb?"

"This description is quite appropriate."

Hank Pym nodded.

At this moment, a portal that kept spinning and scattered with golden energy particles appeared in front of everyone.

Mike also appeared in front of everyone with a plate.

The food on that plate was constantly tumbling like magma. Everyone watched and breathed in cold air, even the corners of Hank Pym's mouth were twitching frantically.

This bastard, this is too cruel.

A light flashed in Mike's hand, and after receiving the magma-like food in the portable space, he beckoned to everyone: "I made some food for you."

Speaking, he walked to the restaurant and put plates of delicious dishes on the table, then he took the dishes and walked aside, and said to Hank Pim: "Come on!"

Hank Pym tucked his eyes and looked at the beating ‘magma’. There was an illusion that he would be burnt out of a hole as long as he took a bite into it.

Hank Pim was holding the plate in his hand, looking at the a little cute ball-shaped snacks on the plate, and he felt that he was still light.

Mike picked up his finger, a card disappeared, and then a simple enchantment appeared, enclosing the space around the two of them.

This is an enchantment to prevent the smell from drifting out.

Everyone was eating delicious food made by Mike~IndoMTL.com~ while watching them nervously and curiously, their eyes kept moving back and forth on the dinner plate in their hands.

No matter how you look at it, I still think Mike's food is more dangerous.

And Hank Pim thought so too, so he groaned, with a sneer on his face: "Let's change the comparison this time!"

"Alternatively?"

"Yes!" Hank Pim said lightly: "We eat what we make, and whoever finishes it first wins."

"No way!"

Mike firmly opposed, but he was already cheering in his heart.

Sure enough, he didn't expect it.

Hank Pim sneered: "If you are afraid, give up."

Mike hesitated, but he was laughing wildly in his heart, gritted his teeth and said: "I'm afraid? Just kidding! Come on!"

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