Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 169

Daisy had a nice evening at Kent's.

She was a bit of a bedbug, so she didn't often spend the night at other people's houses, but she was as comfortable at the White House as if she were at home, and she had a good time with Martha.

Usually it is dad who coddles her to sleep. This night, the little baby is nestled in Martha's arms, listening to soft and unfamiliar hypnotic tunes, like flowers gently falling on the cheeks, and melting into a fragrant breath when it touches the skin , following Daisy's long and long breath, blowing all the time, blowing into dreams, still blooming beautiful little flowers.

"Go to sleep, good boy." Martha said softly, fearing to disturb Daisy's dream, she bent down and put the soft ball into the bed, covered it carefully, feeling very satisfied in her heart.

People of different generations look at people of different generations, and the more they look at them, the more they like them. Maybe there is a reason for this.

The child fell asleep, and the adults were still outside holding hot milk and talking.

The farm in Kansas is colder at night, so a small stove is set up, and the two of them sit around, even though they are silent, they still have a relaxed atmosphere.

"You're good at drawing," Tony said.

Clark was adding firewood to the fireplace. Unexpectedly, he suddenly said this, and turned his head, "Huh?", expressing his confusion.

Tony moved his eyes to the right, looked at the newspapers spread out on the table, Clark followed suit, and then laughed: "Draw it randomly, it's not good."

The second half of the sentence is true.

"I heard that the villain above came from your dream." Tony said calmly, "If you don't mind, I want to know what kind of dream it is."

"It stands to reason that I should remember all the details of my dream." Clark put his hands on his knees, and recalled after hearing the words, "This black shadow passed by before I woke up, so it was more impressive. She told me The previous dream has nothing to do with it."

The reporter's keen intuition made Clark look up at Tony's face: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." The old father said, "The painting style is unique, so take a second look."

The next morning, when the Stark father and daughter were about to leave Clark's house for New York, Daisy was very reluctant and took two extra bites of the breakfast made by Martha.

Su Mu of the Clark family also formed a revolutionary friendship with her.

This naughty puppy secretly hid her biscuits yesterday. After an afternoon and a night of getting along, it was reluctant to give up. Tony went out to drive, and it circled twice around the dumpling that was carrying a small bag to go home. The tail whirred, making the sound of the wind.

"You are welcome to go to New York anytime." Tony said to the Kent mother and son.

"Of course." Clark hugged Daisy who was obediently waiting beside the car, opened the rear door, put it in the safety seat, and said softly, "Kansas to New York is a blink of an eye, right?"

Daisy just laughed.

She still had a bag of small biscuits packed by Martha in her hand, and kept them in the car to eat.

Come empty-handed and return with a rewarding experience.

The very happy time with fellow countrymen made the plane fly to Manhattan, and Tuanzi talked to his father like a little mother-in-law to recount happy moments, using a not-too-rich vocabulary and relatively fluent expressions, and talked a lot along the way.

All the way to the supermarket.

"Grandma gave me a biscuit." Daisy shook her chubby legs on the cart, and pointed out a finger with her left hand, saying eloquently, "I have one, she said there are... give me the biscuits back."

The right hand showed another finger.

"So how many are there?"

The old father listened to the little boy as if he was listening to Tang Monk chanting scriptures. Wendy didn't go to work today, so he had to buy some fresh ingredients and go home to make a simple dinner that didn't require any brains, let alone set the kitchen on fire.

For example, steam potatoes, carrots, and broccoli.

It is not easy to raise a daughter just like this.

"two."

When Tuanzi heard his father's question, he lowered his head and counted the fingers of both hands, and said slowly, "It's two, Dad."

"It seems that your brain is like mine."

Tony didn't blush at all when he said this, and when Daisy's attention gradually shifted from the pleasant experience in Kansas to the assortment of snacks on the shelves, he turned the car around and let the little greedy eyes relentlessly go to checkout.

"Don't buy it, Dad?" Daisy asked.

"Have you finished eating so many things at home?" the old father asked.

This question was so loud that it hit the soul directly and caused the children to think deeply. Daisy didn't watch this interesting process of checking out with a QR code scanning gun, and concentrated on thinking about what else was left at home.

As for the small things like Tony still not being able to make a delicious dinner when he went back tonight, so that he had to take out snacks to coax the children, he didn't mention it.

Tony had a busy week after his trip to Kansas.

At the end of the year, there are always all kinds of troublesome things, the assistants have no skills, and the chairman has to sit in charge, and the contracts are falling from the sky like snowflakes. I wish I could grow up with three heads and six arms alone, so that I can handle all these chores before the end of the year.

Daisy couldn't stay with her father all day and all day.

Wendy is still very competent in raising children at home, but recently she seems to be very keen to take Daisy outside to play, and she is not in a daze at home. They can also talk a lot, and they are not even bothered by the minions running up from the ground. They have a pleasant face, one speaks English and the other speaks Minion language, and they can even chat for several rounds.

Probably only the smart butler Jarvis felt a little bit lost and lonely, but he was not an AI who couldn't stand loneliness. When he was not needed, he could always silently erase his sense of existence.

But he would occasionally call out "Wendy" tentatively, and when he got a response, he didn't know what to say and fell silent. Wendy pursed her lips, but didn't know what to say. The clothes match the shoes very well”, she took a rag and rushed to do housework, but she couldn’t stop her.

With such diligence, Tony had to increase her salary.

"Daddy doesn't go home." Tuanzi plays with Wendy, Benben, and minions, and listens to Jarvis telling stories while taking a nap. He is not lonely, but he always remembers to contribute to the family Many hard-working old fathers, the most common thing to do is to hold the puppet in the living room and light dad home.

Sometimes I wait from waking up to take a nap and wait until night.

At the end of the year, people who do bad things are also ready to move. The old father once or twice went out wearing a suit, but when he came back he was wearing an armor.

Daisy was the happiest when her father came back, she rushed over without complaining, she was very satisfied to see her father well, and she would be even more satisfied if she could take another box of snacks from that big hand.

"Are you busy, Dad?" Tuanzi was picked up by his father, and he asked affectionately against the solid chest.

"I've been busy recently, but I'm going to be free soon." Tony turned his daughter's hat back, raised his hand to pick out the schedule, and looked at the few remaining must-do items, "Wait until the work is done , take you to Washington."

Xiaotuanzi didn't know what he was going to do in Washington.

But in such anticipation, the waiting seemed not so difficult. Day after day, the days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it came to the day when I made an appointment with my father to go out together.

From New York to Washington, it takes three hours and nearly four hours to drive. Early in the morning, the two Starks got up and took the car driven by Happy to their destination.

Happy yawned in the driver's seat: "You really have a good time, boss."

"I heard that she will be sent back soon." Even if the old father took the time to look at the report on the holographic display screen, the trend of the curve is very satisfactory, "Daisy has never seen it, she should be willing to see I'm afraid she will be in a panic at home this week."

Happy yawned, and Daisy, who was in the car seat, was infected and followed suit with a small red mouth and a round yawn.

She didn't panic. Wendy took her out for a walk every day, so she could breathe fresh air every day.

But the knowing girl Mo Ruofu, Tony said that Daisy would like to go to the mysterious place. After arriving, it was really exciting and novel to see this little girl, and she was very happy.

Smithsonian's National Zoo in Washington.

It stands to reason that there is nothing unusual about zoos, but the reason why the Smithsonian's National Zoo in Washington is so popular is that in addition to the animals in other zoos, there is also a rare national treasure from China-pandas.

The rare animals that can't be found in the entire United States, black and white, and cute, make many people crazy about them.

It is said that money is omnipotent. It does not rule out that there are indeed things in the world that cannot be bought with any amount of money. One of them is probably pandas.

"Father!" Daisy followed her father to the Panda House, and she was overjoyed. Although she hadn't seen a panda with her own eyes, she saw the big cats on the promotional posters, and pointed with her little hand, "Big bear."

"It's a panda." The old father sneered.

The line in the front row of the Giant Panda Pavilion was astonishingly long, and there were special personnel to maintain order.

Knowing this little happiness, Tony didn't mind rushing forward in the line just to catch a glimpse of the panda "Baby" inside.

When it was Daisy's turn to look at the panda, the "baby" in the glass wall was sleeping.

There is such a magical animal in the world that can grow two black balls just enough to reach the eyes, even if it sleeps with its belly open, it is very cute.

There are pandas in China, which is great. Even the dark circles under the eyes can be called panda eyes, and even the expression packs use panda heads.

The toddler cake is almost completely stuck on the wall, and I want the eyes to be bigger so that I can see the panda's fur clearly.

"Don't make too much noise, Dad." Daisy stretched out a finger to her lips, cautiously, and said to the old father who didn't speak at all behind her, "She's sleeping."

As she was speaking, the "baby" who was lying on the boulder rolled over and fell to the bottom without support.

The whole bear is bad.

The crowd was in an uproar.

The dumpling couldn't help but "wow", grabbed it with his little hands, and quickly turned his head to see his father.

Tony was about to tell his daughter that the panda would not get hurt when he suddenly stretched out his ears to listen to the conversation between the two behind him.

It's nothing unusual for a person to talk.

The voices of the last two are very familiar, as if they have been heard somewhere.

"Oh! She fell! My God, what a pity..." One said, "Did you see that? She just rolled down like a deflated snowball! Oh..."

"Merlin, can we go?" Another person said, "This is already the fifth time you have lined up."