Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 165

One big and one small two leisurely ate sweets in the park, and their mouths were full of sweetness.

Daisy's father didn't go out to work or save the world. He just sat on the bench with his daughter and listened to the sound of dead leaves falling, killing time quietly, which was very pleasant.

"Father." Daisy squatted on the ground into a ball, picking and picking out big and complete leaves, and happily showed the old father, "OK?"

Tony thought, he should bring a drawing book.

He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, reached out to pick up the leaves given by his daughter, looked at them in front of his eyes, said hello, then looked up at the driver Happy who was dancing in the Porsche not far away, and asked, "Are you still here?" Where do you want to go?"

The chairman's schedule today has a large area dedicated to serving this small family member.

There was an email in his mailbox before, saying that the auction house recently had a batch of new jewels to be auctioned, Mr. Stark is welcome to participate in the auction, and a list of the jewels to be auctioned is also attached.

Tony was more than happy to buy two jewels for Daisy to save, so that when she grew up, she would have two trinkets to wear when she went out to a party.

But things that can be bought with money at any time don't seem to be worth a special trip on Thanksgiving.

As long as the dumplings are with their father, they are the same wherever they go.Seeing that the grown-up was talking to herself now, her maple-colored eyes were shining brightly, she was obviously in a good mood, so she laughed too, and tried to touch her father's hand with her little hand that wiped the ground, but it turned out that the old man Father grabbed his wrist and wiped his palms with a handkerchief bit by bit.

In the cognition of baby Daisy, father of course loves himself.

She was very lucky to have such a father who gave her a lot of care and love, no less than any child with biological parents.

But she obviously hasn't realized that her father is still good-looking after exposing all kinds of positive or negative impressions such as money, hero, and war.

Especially when you laugh.

The whole New York City was shopping like crazy. It seemed that only the two of the Stark family were indifferent to the world. They had no shortage of clothes, food, or entertainment. They walked around the park hand in hand, and could walk for an afternoon.

Before going home, in line with the festive shopping atmosphere, Tony walked into a supermarket that looked like it had been ransacked by robbers after a big shopping spree, and bought a pack of cheese sticks for Daisy to eat in the car.

The Thanksgiving dinner is like the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. It is particularly prominent among the many dinners in 360 days a year, so it takes a lot of time to prepare.

Even if there were only two people in Tony's family for dinner, he bought a huge turkey in advance and placed it in the center of the dining table, which was magnificent and eye-catching.

This year, Daisy doesn't have to watch her father hungry for meat, and she can get a big piece.

Most of the dishes were half prepared by Wendy before returning home. Fully considering that there is a future star in the dark cooking world ready to rise at any time, before going out, she specially told Tony to put the dishes in the Just warm it up in the microwave.

When Wendy first came here, she was always polite to Tony. After more than a year, the politeness was still there, but she was much more relaxed. When Tony was in a good mood, she still dared to joke.

It was almost dinner time when Happy returned home with the two Starks.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Tony." He changed into his own car, looked at the old father holding the child, and said sincerely, "I hope you don't burn the turkey and make this night go smoothly."

Only later did I realize how sincere and practical this blessing was.

While it didn't burn the turkey, what Tony was burning wasn't much better.

After entering the house and being put on the ground, Daisy ran to the living room with the little pumpkin for the competition, to show it to the stupid housekeeper.

A large group of minions surrounded the living room, holding banners and trumpets, neatly arranged.

As soon as Tuanzi ran in, colorful fireworks bloomed above his head, and he was hugged tightly by the banana capsules pouring up, almost drowning in cheers and applause.

I didn't know that I thought it was a triumphant return from saving the world.

The problem is that every time Tony returns home after saving the world, he doesn't see such a grand treatment.

The difference is really obvious.

The old father just stepped into the living room, took off his coat, looked up and saw his daughter who was at a loss surrounded by minions, he was very speechless, and when he saw the "pumpkin contest champion" written on their banner, a smile appeared on his face. As if looking at the show, he was not in a hurry to rescue his daughter, leaned against the wall and admired the joy of the group of capsules for a while, and finally said slowly: "Which pot is not open and which pot is lifted."

The little yellow people's cheers were a bit quieter, and they looked over with big eyes.

"She didn't win any prizes, if she makes you cry again." Tony pointed his finger, swiped his arm and swept over every minion's forehead, and said with a half-smile, "Come on yourselves."

The dumpling was stuck in the mud, struggling to get help from her father. After saying this, many pairs of little yellow hands hugging her retreated back, so fast that she didn't even notice how they evacuated from the living room. Clearly, I only saw many double figures running towards the door, and the living room became much empty after a while.

The world is quiet and pleasant.

"Give it to me," Tony said.

Seeing her father stretching out his hand, Daisy happily handed over the pumpkin he was holding.

This extraordinary little pumpkin that witnessed her first competition will become a dish on the dinner table tonight - baked pumpkin with cheese. Since Wendy has gone home, the old father will cook it himself.

At this moment, Wendy, who was sitting at the dining table at home, shivered inexplicably, and felt a bad premonition in her heart.

"What's wrong?" A voice on the speakerphone on the desk asked.

Wendy took a spoonful of the tender pudding into her mouth, the taste was so good that it made people squint their eyes with happiness, and the bad premonition disappeared immediately.

"It's nothing, I'm probably thinking too much." Wendy said.

She moved the phone closer to her and said softly, "Thank you for calling me to wish me a happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Jarvis."

As he spoke, he turned on the phone interface and swipe in the app: "I made you an e-card, do you still like it?"

Whether Jarvis likes Wendy's card or not, Tony doesn't know.

The old father in the nanny's pink flower apron turned the pumpkin, which has seen the world, into a few big pieces of mermaid meat on the chopping board. He only knows that it needs to be cooked, but he doesn't know how to cook it. He is operating holographically. Browse recipes on the face screen.

Daisy sat obediently in the baby chair, waving a small spoon, watching her father cook with joy, just staring at the fresh and beautiful pumpkin with her big eyes, her mouth became greedy: "Come on, Dad!"

With such a cheerleader waving the flag and shouting, of course it must be cooked better.

The recipes from Google are so simple that even without a genius mind, you can make them decently.

It's a pity that the ability to understand is one thing, but the ability to do it is another.

The old father heated up the pot.

Before the pumpkin was boiled in the pot, he heard the phone vibrate twice, and reached out to see that it was a holiday text message from Peter Parker.

——"Mr. Stark, thank you for everything you gave, and for bringing Daisy to Queens last time. I wish you a happy Thanksgiving. =3="

In short, there is no lack of color text and emoji.

Tony read the text message, put down the phone, and continued to fight with his pumpkin.

In all fairness, baked pumpkin cheese is really not difficult to make.

He himself did not find it difficult.

So that the so-called pumpkin in the pot turned into a black mass and started to smoke, and the old father was still calmly looking for a solution.

He was calm enough, but it was a pity that there was no possibility of rescuing the brother in the pot. Seeing that the smoke was getting bigger and bigger, Tony turned off the fire, turned around and went to the baby chair to pick up the dazed and shocked daughter, and took the child outside.

Daisy probed her head, she was still thinking about the pumpkin in the pot at the end, and she promised her father that she would make delicious food. She looked up and saw her father's stinky face, and asked, "What is it, Dad?"

"Nothing." Tony put her down, took a piece of meat from the dining table, and let the little one chew, "Cheese pumpkin is not good, I won't eat it tonight."

The dumpling ate the meat with regret on its face.

She used to like to eat pumpkin cheese, but for some reason this dish became unpalatable today.

When Tony returned to the kitchen to clean up the mess, Colonel Rhodes, who missed his friend and even more his daughter, made a video call.

"Have you had dinner yet?" As soon as the call was connected, Rhodes first saw his friend's unfriendly expression, and slid his finger on the screen, trying to swipe away this face, "Where is my Daisy?"

The colonel celebrated Thanksgiving in his warm home and did not forget to greet Tony, but he slipped his finger. Instead of slipping away his friend, he found smoke rising behind him.

"What is this fat four!" Rhodes shouted out loud.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, otherwise he wouldn't even have to eat.

After tidying up the kitchen, Tony sat down to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner with his daughter without the cheese squash in the stillness of nightfall.

Daisy has always been a baby who is easy to satisfy, the raspberry pie is good, and the turkey is also delicious. She eats her belly round and round, and she still smiles happily when she fills up the regret of not eating pumpkin.

After dinner, the older one and the younger one sat on the sofa and watched TV. Tony texted Peter back. Still young, I also feel that adults go through fire and water for this family, and it is very hard.

Before Wendy went home this morning, what words were taught, and the dumpling that had been playing all day remembered, her mouth twitched.

Tony only felt that the person lying on his lap was saying something, but he didn't hear clearly, so he lowered his head and asked, "What?"

"Dad." Daisy said softly, "Dad, I love you...thank you for loving me."

Tony's eyes froze.

His big hand fell on his daughter's head, stroked it lightly, and looked up at the ceiling with his eyes, as if he had no expression.

But after a while, he raised his hand to cover his lips, coughed, and said slowly: "You're welcome. I'm more than happy."