The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 37: Guests (2/2)

Mike opened the door to his room and looked at the two people outside the door slightly stunned.

A middle-aged man, and a girl about Clarks age.

Mike scanned the two and hurriedly stepped aside, saying, Please come in.

Sorry to take the liberty of visiting.

The middle-aged man said politely and explained, Its a little far from home, and Im a little uneasy about Hope coming alone, so Clark you wont blame me, will you?

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

This child is very polite, the first glance impression is good.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and walked in with his daughter, saying, Didnt you prepare a gift for Clark?

Hope nodded and handed a gift box to Clark with the hands that had been behind her back.

Clark took it and said, Thank you.

Youre welcome! Hope pulled the corner of her mouth and said helplessly, Hank had to come along, it was just too capricious.

Hank Pims face stiffened, with a helpless look: This kid

Mike looked at both father and daughter.

Come on, come in.

Mike greeted the two as they entered, and extended his hand to the middle-aged man, saying, Mike Kent.

Hank Pim, you can call me Hank.

Hank?

Going to school and making friends, you can meet a superhero parent?

Mike blinked, although his heart was astonished beyond measure, his face wore a smile and said naturally, Please sit down, are you used to Chinese food?

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

Thats good.

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

The pot was specially bought from the market in Chinatown.

Goo dong, goo dong

The contrast between the spicy red soup and the fragrant broth was striking, and made peoples fingers tingle, especially with the aroma that came out with the steam.

Mike smiled at the two men and said, Try it, I made the base myself.

My dad made it and it smells great!

Charles had a proud look on his face.

Mike glared at Charles, but was secretly pleased, especially after seeing Clark and Eric nodding frantically on the sidelines.

This kid always tells the big truth.

A subtle wink to Charles, Charles mouth slightly hooked up.

Hank Pym nodded, picked up the chopsticks placed on the table, fished out a piece of meat from the broth and tasted it, and his eyes lit up.

It tasted really good.

Delicious.

Hank Pym praised, then saw that the three father and son across the table had not been fishing food from the clear soup at all, but had been fishing food from the red soup, moved his chopsticks with some hesitation, picked up a piece and put it into his mouth.

It shouldnt be too spicy, right?

But as soon as 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!

Couldnt help but suck in a breath of cold air backwards, watching Hope leap at the red soup, sucking in the cool air while saying, Its quite spicy, youll eat the clear soup.

Hope nodded hesitantly as she watched her father keep sucking in cool air as if he was being spiced up.

Neither she nor his father usually ate much spicy food.

Spicy? Eric looked up from the bowl, puzzled at Hank Pym, and said, Its not spicy at all! And a man has to eat spicy!

Saying that, he also patted his chest.

At that, the eyes of Mikes family, and even his daughter, fell on him.