Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 292

Great news.

Mr. Tony Edward Stark finally had something that could be cooked, no fryer, no burnt, it came out safely, and he could smell the aroma when he put it in front of Daisy.

It was like magic.

At first, when the father said to cook, Daisy was still very worried. She moved a small chair and stood by the counter, watching Tony put the pot on the stove.

"Will you be careful, Daddy?" Daisy asked.

"I know my meal isn't very good." Tony looked at his daughter calmly and said slowly, "But your appearance seems a bit exaggerated, Miss Stark."

He was referring to the helmet on Daisy's head, and the wrist and knee pads on her hands and feet, as if she was standing by, not to watch cooking, but to go to war.

"Wendy said it's safe." Tuanzi looked at himself.

The helmet is cool to wear and she loves it.

"Don't worry." The old father looked up at the ceiling and sighed, "If there is a fire, I will carry you out immediately."

"Then let's not do it." Daisy was looking forward to it, but when she heard that it might explode, her face was deeply worried, "Please, Dad. Let's eat the delicious meal Wendy cooked."

But the stubborn father must show off his culinary skills and get rid of prejudices, and there is no way to be a child.

Tony lit the stove.

He opened the food packaging bag and took out a round pancake from inside.

Daisy had eaten pasta many times, but it was rare to see such a lovely round pasta, so she turned her head again.

Tony dropped the pancakes into the skillet and put the lid on.

"Okay." He said, "Just wait."

"How long will it take?" Daisy asked.

Tony raised his hand to check the time on his watch, and raised three fingers: "3 minutes."

During these 3 minutes, the Stark father and daughter watched some news in the kitchen. The news said that there was a children's painting exhibition in a gallery in New York starting yesterday. The exhibition will last for half a month. Parents and children are welcome to watch it together.

Daisy looked at her father.

Her dad looked at her too.

"Do you want to go?" Tony asked.

Asking this way means that I want to take the children to see the art exhibition together.

Kindergarten is on holiday, Stark Industries is not on holiday, and bad guys are not on holiday. When Daisy is playing at home, Tony has to read a lot of documents.

But today is the weekend, rest should be.

"I want to go with you, Dad." Daisy cheered up, "Look at the children's paintings."

As he spoke, the lid of the cooking pot trembled, startling people.

Tony knew that the water was boiling, so he lifted the lid and cooked the pasta for a little longer.

The trick for the chairman to cook well is to put as little stuff in the pot as possible.

So he simply didn't put anything, waited for the noodles to be soft, tore open the seasoning packet that came with the food package, and sprinkled it evenly, like artificial snowfall.

Daisy smelled the fragrance.

Until sitting at the dining table with the noodles made by Tony in front of them, the children were still amazed.

"My father is very good!" She twisted two noodles with a fork and put them in her mouth. She was overwhelmed by the wonderful taste on her taste buds. She looked into her father's big eyes full of admiration, "The noodles are delicious."

"You're welcome." The top chef Stark stood upright next to the dining table, and he was not proud of being praised. He signaled lightly with his eyes, "Eat."

Wendy was in the kitchen cleaning up the kitchen waste left by the boss.

Tony can cook, which is a miracle in the history of cooking, but at least half of the credit for the miracle should go to the founder of instant noodles and the manufacturer of this bag of instant noodles.

Tuanzi was still outside enjoying his father's rapidly improving cooking skills and magical seasonings. Wendy thought about it, but she was still embarrassed to expose the truth.

After eating the lunch made by her father and resting at home for a while, Daisy and Tony will go out to see the art exhibition together.

She is a well-informed child, and adults take her wherever she can go. Now that she is sitting in the car, she knows to tell her father in advance the rules for a good art exhibition.

"You can't speak loudly." Daisy said, "It's impolite."

"Good." Tony said.

He closed his eyes and rested in the car, crossed his chest with both hands, and the hand on the side close to his daughter was gently held by a soft little hand, "What else?"

"You can't run around." Daisy said again, "You can't touch the paintings either."

"What if something unexpected happens and ruins the painting?" Tony asked.

Tuanzi think about it.

She quickly gave a standard answer that couldn't be more correct: "Tell the adults, my dad will buy it, right?"

Happy laughed from the driver's seat.

The gallery where the art exhibition was held was far away from Stark's home, on the other side of New York City. When Daisy arrived, many people had already come to see the exhibition in the afternoon.

There is a sign at the entrance of the gallery, which states the theme of this exhibition, the organizer, and the sponsor.

Tony didn't pay much attention to this information, but he glanced at it before entering the door, and felt that the words were familiar, so he paused and stopped to take a look.

Sponsor is Lex Group.

"Tony." Happy took Daisy by the hand, seeing the boss stop, so he stopped, "What's wrong?"

"No." Tony looked back, "It's nothing."

The gallery is very quiet, and even if you hear people talking from time to time, it is low.

The picture frames hanging on the wall are full of colorful and gorgeous colors. It is always novel and bold to see the world with the eyes of a child. There may be a house hidden in the belly of the whale, and the tears that fall will hatch elves, rich and colorful. His imagination jumped onto the drawing paper, and even the immature works are amazing.

The group took it very seriously.

She also loves to draw, and also loves to look at other people's paintings. She tickles the bottom with her little hand quietly, imagining how other children draw the house in the whale's belly.

She remembered the Atlantis that Ian, the little mermaid, said she would take with her to play.

The underwater kingdom, if drawn on paper, is also very beautiful.

"Does she understand?" Happy asked Tony's ear.

"I don't want her to understand." Tony only looked at the little daughter in front of him, "I want her to feel it."

Daisy watched as she walked.

Everyone's paintings were so wonderful, so she walked very slowly, and walked for half an hour before finishing one wall.

Walking around the corner, there is a lot of emptiness in the eyes.

Daisy saw a wall again, but it was particularly conspicuous, and only a picture was hung on it.

The status is clearly different from the other paintings.

Tuanzi said "Hey" and walked over to take a closer look.

Compared with other children's paintings, this painting exhibited alone seems to have a different style.

It does not have very bright colors, on the contrary, large swathes of pitch-black paint are spread all over the canvas, as if embellished with a heavy weight, and only in a narrow crack, a dazzling light blooms.

"Father." Daisy turned to Tony and whispered, "This painting is strange."

Tony was already behind his daughter.

He glanced at the painting, his eyes fell on the author's name, there was a slight surprise in his maple-colored eyes, and he was about to read it out loud.

"Lex Luthor."

Unexpectedly, there was a voice next to him who seemed to know what he was thinking, spoke a step ahead, and read out the name.

Tony turned to look.

Standing next to him was a man in a suit and tie, with soft curly hair and amazingly bright eyes, smiling and meeting his eyes.

The man seemed to feel constrained by the tie around his neck, and while talking, he kept hooking the tie knot with his hands and pulling it out.

Or maybe it's because of boredom.

Tony doesn't pay attention to this.

What he was concerned about was how the sponsor of this art exhibition, the chairman of the Rex Group, who was also in a high position, would stand here.

"Ah." When Tony asked this question, Lex, who suddenly appeared with a bright smile that seemed to be glued to his face with tape, said, "There is no rule that sponsors cannot appear in the art exhibitions sponsored by themselves. Besides, you are here too, Mister Stark. And little Stark."

He looked down at Daisy who was standing next to his father, and held out his hand: "How are you, Daisy?"

"Hello." Daisy said.

Seeing that the grown-up was very polite, although she didn't know why he was showing such a happy expression, she reached out and shook his hand cooperatively.

"Do you like the paintings here?" Lex asked, "If you like them, I'll buy them and give them to you."

"No, thank you, Uncle." Daisy shook her head, "I'll buy it if it's broken."

Lex smiled deeper.

Speaking of which, Daisy had met him quite a few times, but it was a pity that they were still unfamiliar.

Stark Industries and Lex Group have no cooperation projects. The last time Tony attended a dinner party and met Lex, the other party expressed his intention to cooperate. Tony didn't respond, so the matter was dropped.

"It's a pity I didn't see you last time." Lex knelt down to talk to Daisy, putting Tony aside, "You've grown up so much. Is kindergarten fun?"

"It's fun." Daisy said.

Lex asked loudly, and someone looked over, so she raised her index finger and gave a soft "shush": "Can we not disturb others?"

"Of course." Lex Luthor said.

He was so enthusiastic, Tony was inexplicably displeased, his eyes were dark, and he passed Lex several times.

The old father held his daughter's hand, lowered his head and asked, "Are you still looking at paintings?"

"Look, Dad." Tuanzi said.

"Sorry, Mr. Lex." Tony nodded to Luther, "I'll bother you after the exhibition."

When he was speaking, a female secretary in a black dress approached and whispered a few words in Luthor's ear.

Luther listened, but did not respond to her, only smiled and raised his hand to signal Stark and his daughter to continue to visit: "Please, Mr. Stark."

He just stood where he was, watching Daisy and Tony walk to the next exhibition wall.

Happy felt that the chairman was strange, and looked sideways, but was caught by Luthor.

He had a smile on his face, but not necessarily a smile in his eyes.

Happy turned his head back and hurried off behind Tony.

"It's really interesting, Maisie." Luther said to the female secretary.

His smile looked much more genuine now.

"You mean...?" asked the secretary.

"Don't you think so?" Luther asked back, "The daughter of Krypton is very interesting."