Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 152

Queens is a pretty vibrant place.With a large population, diverse cultures, and a deep sense of autumn, the aroma of roasted hot dogs from the shops on the street rises straight up, clusters of red maples, accompanied by bustling crowds and noisy vehicles, make people feel extremely lively.

If it weren't for the car window blocking it, Baby Daisy's head would almost stick out all the time.

Especially when you smell the delicious smell of hot dogs, just sniff your nose like this, and you can imagine the crispy and oily skin, put bread on it, and spread the sauce. It is a rare and profound delicacy in the memory of children.

Daisy loves this season.

Of course, as long as there is delicious food, she likes it in any season. For example, if she can sit on a bench in the park with her father and eat a hot hot dog, and some leaves fall into her clothes, she will shrink her neck slightly. A pleasant view.

"Father." Tuanzi said softly, licking his mouth.

In her hand was a broccoli, which she had plucked from Wendy's basket of fresh vegetables this morning, to give to Peter.

"I remember you just finished eating a pack of biscuits, ma'am." Even if the old father didn't look at him, he could guess with his knees that his daughter was greedy, and ruthlessly rejected her idea of ​​getting out of the car to eat a hot dog.

"Your father is too stingy." Happy said sarcasticly in front of him, "It's better not to have him."

His words came at the right time.

The sight of the toddler whose old father said categorically that he couldn’t and couldn’t be called back, swiped and returned to the car before the driver’s voice was finished. Daisy was in a hurry, not even eating the hot dog, and stretched out her little hand to pull her father: “I Want my dad."

"What are you afraid of?" Tony let the little one clenched his sleeves tightly, raised his eyes to look at the rearview mirror in front of the car, and said slowly, "At most, it's the driver's change, but it's never the father's turn."

Even though he was dressed very warmly, Happy shivered coldly behind his back, met the kind eyes of the boss behind him in the rearview mirror, felt sorry for him, and quickly shut his mouth.

Before the Stark family arrived, Peter went downstairs early to wait.

He was wearing a black hoodie today, and the soft brown hair on his head was naturally curled up. When he saw the Rolls Royce driving in from the corner of the street, his eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward: "Mr. Stark."

The car door opened, and a bird wearing a sky-blue hoodie flew out, holding broccoli high up, smiling all over its face: "Skin!"

Daisy was hugged high and flew all the way past the people up and down the corridor to the gate of Peter's house.

She was very polite, nestled in the arms of her big brother exuding sunshine, and reached out to knock on the door.

The door opened, and it was Aunt Mei standing at the door.

When Mei saw Tony, her expression didn't change, but when she saw Daisy, she felt a little soft.

Compared with the lively boy in her family who throws bags all day long, Tuanzi is much better-behaved.

Not to mention the soft little baby, anyone who sees it will like it.

"Come in." She turned to the guest.

When Daisy came back to Peter’s house when she was more than a year old, she didn’t remember what it looked like here. She looked at everything new, walked around and visited, and knew how to keep her little hands in her hands.

She lived in a villa. Peter's house seemed small in comparison, but there was no difference in the size of the house. As long as she was with her family, they were all equally warm.

In front of a white door, Tuanzi stopped.

Peter opened the door: "This is my room."

Daisy used to sleep on Peter's bed before, but looking in now, the bed has been replaced with an upper and lower shelf, with sundries on the upper floor and sleeping on the lower floor, which saves more space.

The layout of the bedroom is also quite different, except that the desk is still messy, with many books and models piled up.

Lunch at noon today will be at Peter's house.

Aunt Mei, the hero next door, tried to cook Thai food at home many times, but failed every time. Today she tried without giving up, but the kitchen was still full of smoke.

As soon as Tuanzi stepped out of Peter's room, he shrank back again due to the smoke.

"Your temperature is wrong," Tony said.

There is really no credibility when these words come out of the chairman's mouth.

"I have cooked." The old father was confident, "Besides, Jarvis can control the best heat."

If Wendy's semi-finished product is heated up, it is considered cooked, and Mei Zhen can be regarded as a Michelin three-star chef.

But Tony was so sure, Mei was dubious, and when the smoke cleared, she invited him into the kitchen together as if she was a dead horse.

"I have a bad feeling." Peter said.

Tuanzi sat on the carpet in his room with his head down, using Lego blocks to assemble the unfinished Death Star model.This big guy that needs to be built with [-] blocks is still too complicated for her. Holding the blocks back and forth, she always feels that no one is the best choice, and she hesitates for a while. The small face looked a bit serious.

Hearing Peter's words, Daisy raised her head and found that the hero next door leaning on the door was looking at the kitchen with a serious expression on her face.

Peter's solemnity was not without reason.

Within half an hour, Aunt Mei, who was unreliable in cooking, and Tony, who was even more unreliable, coughed and escaped from the rising smoke together, their noses were covered with ashes, their eyes met, and they could see each other. There was undisguised disdain in the opponent's eyes.

Daisy came to Peter's house as a guest and had a hard time having lunch.

Tony wanted Happy to run errands out to buy a pizza, but May finally changed her mind and instead of doing Thai food, she made some home-cooked food for Daisy.

"My cooking skills are not as bad as you think." Mei wiped the ashes off her nose with a towel, and stared at Tony who was sitting on the sofa drinking black tea. "It won't spoil your daughter's stomach."

"I didn't say anything." Tony said, putting the cartoon teacup back on the table, "Don't rush to reveal the truth."

These two people are strangely confronting Maimang, and they don't care about the president or not, but they are quite harmonious.

Mei rearranged the kitchen to prepare dishes, but found that there was not enough sauce, so she poked her head out and asked Peter to go to the store outside to buy.

Tuanzi hurriedly followed Peter and wanted to go out.

At this time, she thought of the sizzling hot dogs outside and the bustling crowds on the street. It was always boring to stay in the house, and her father took her out, but it was just transferred from one house to another.

It's better to walk among the crowd.

"It's okay to go out." Seeing the little boy's longing face, the old father didn't agree. He took a small flat platypus bag, put the upgraded miniature card and a little money for safety protection into the bag, and hung it around Daisy's neck. , squatting down and exhorting, "Hold Peter's hand, don't walk around, don't eat what others give you, and don't make trouble."

Daisy would of course be willing to go out, not to mention these words are often said by her father, and she would keep them in her heart even if she didn't listen to them once. She bent her eyes and held the platypus purse carefully: "Okay."

In fact, Tony's exhortation to hold hands does not need to be said.

The hero next door became the transportation tool for the little Daisy baby. Peter walked on the road with this little one in his arms, feeling soft and fragrant in his arms, without feeling tired at all.

He was even more afraid of losing Daisy.

Tuanzi turns his head to the left, and turns his head to the right. He likes to look at the products displayed in the store, and he also likes to look at people.

When she arrived at the supermarket, she was slowly put on the ground to stand, stretched out her little hand to pull Peter's pants, and followed him to the shelf to pick out salt, sugar and pepper, and asked for a bottle of sesame oil.

"Buying these is enough." Peter said.

He led him to the cashier to pay the bill, waited until all the condiments were put into the bag, and was about to leave when he found that his little hand couldn't move. Looking down, Daisy was staring at the customers paying and paying and the cashier in a daze.

Xiaotuanzi has grown to such a large size that he doesn't lack anything, and if he lacks, someone will buy it, and he hasn't paid for it himself.

Peter knelt down beside her and said with a smile, "Do you want to try it? Buy an apple for Dad."

"Yes!" Daisy responded happily.

It's more fun than playing games.

Peter carried the little one to pick a big red apple from the pile of fruits, and then went to the cash register. Daisy knew that she needed to get the money now, and knew that her father had given the money before going out. She opened the platypus wallet and let Peter have a look.

There is indeed money.

It's just that Mr. Stark gave a brand new Franklin and a card, which must have a lot of money.

Without revealing the wealth, Peter silently closed the platypus's shining golden mouth.

"It doesn't take so much money." He was a little dumbfounded, "Mr. Stark is too generous to you."

"How is Dad?" Tuanzi asked while holding the wallet.

"Very well. He's a very good father," said Peter.

He said the word "Dad" in a softer voice, but his eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he smiled and said: "Mr. Stark is just as generous as all the fathers in the world when they face their children. , I don’t think it’s enough.”

Daisy didn't know why, but she knew what "same" meant, and asked happily, "How is Pi's father?"

"He's fine." Peter's smile was gentle and lonely, "He's the best dad. It's just that he's not by my side now, and it will take many years before I see him in another world."

He didn't look very happy, and Daisy looked at him, and gradually became less happy.

The speed of emotional transmission is sometimes faster than light.

Peter rubbed his face, quickly collected his emotions, took out a piece of change from his pocket and handed it to her: "Buy an apple for your father."

The two went to the cash register.

Tuanzi followed suit and did a good job. Even if the short one was blocked by the cashier counter, he was not discouraged. He stood on tiptoe and lifted the banknotes high.

The cashier didn't pay attention, and when he looked up, he saw a piece of money waving out of thin air, and he was taken aback.

"Just an apple?"

He leaned out and found the baby who was trying to grow up underneath, he couldn't help laughing, and asked while weighing the big apple she had chosen quietly in his hand.

"Father who wants skin." Daisy still waved the money in her hand, heard the question, and said slowly.

She also knows how to stretch out a finger, "A skinny father, I want more."

Peter followed behind, not wanting her to say such words, he was startled, then he closed his fist against his forehead and laughed softly.

The cashier laughed too.

Tuanzi didn't know what the adults were laughing at, and withdrew his hand to take the money in a daze, and was picked up by the hero next door without paying attention, and suddenly became very tall again.

Then I heard Peter take a deep breath from behind, and said softly, "Thank you."

"I have a father. Although he is not around, it is enough." Peter said, "Family is the most precious treasure in the world, and no amount of money can buy it."

"like you."