Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 462

Daisy went to Queens for the weekend to find Peter, who ended up helping out at Mr. Delmar's store.

"Are you going to work in the shop?" Daisy sat on the sofa at Peter's house, holding the biscuits May gave her, and asked Peter with her head raised.

Peter seemed to be pumping hard. He already had the physique of a young man, but he seemed to grow taller after a while, like a tall and straight tree. Daisy had to fly a little higher now to throw herself into Peter's arms.

Peter changed into simple clothes and was looking for his bicycle keys. He said with a smile, "I'm just working there today. Mr. Delmar is going out for a trip, please let me take care of his business."

Tony was going out for work today, so he took a turn on the road, dropped Daisy at Peter's house, and made an agreement to pick up the child after finishing his work in the evening.

Daisy has been very familiar with Peter's house for so many years, and she is willing to stay here, but after all these years, May's cooking skills are still magical for ten years, and biscuits can still be thrown as deadly weapons. Looking at the hard red date biscuit, I don't know whether to put it in my mouth or not, hesitating.

Daisy still wanted to take good care of her teeth, and finally put the biscuit back quietly.

"When I get off work in the afternoon, I will buy you delicious food with my wages." Peter said, "How are you and Mei at home?"

"Yes, I'm at home with Daisy." Mei said, "I'll take Daisy out shopping."

The daughter of the Stark family in Manhattan also came to stroll the streets of Queens.

"Shall I go to the store too?" Daisy asked.

She had been to Mr. Delmar's store and loved the sandwiches.

Peter was a little surprised: "Are you going too?"

"I don't make trouble." Daisy said, "I don't mess with things, okay, Pi?"

She is so obedient, it is impossible to say no to her.

Peter scratched his head: "I went there for work, so I can't play with you."

"I can also sell things." Daisy said.

She kicked her feet, flew up, hugged Peter, and asked, "Can I go too?"

"May," Peter asked, "what do you say?"

Mei was beside her, watching Daisy's flight with relish: "It doesn't matter if it's inside the store."

So Daisy was given to Peter, and she sat on Peter's bicycle and went happily to Mr. Delmar's shop.

"There will be a lot of people in the store." Peter pedaled his bicycle, his voice was blown from the front to the back by the wind, "If you are afraid, just hide behind me."

It is also rare to bring a little sister to help.

"I won't be very scared." Daisy said, "There are also many people in my kindergarten!"

Seeing many children, she was not too scared to hide.

Mr. Delmar's store is alive and well on the streets of Queens.

Mr. Delmar has built a good reputation for his sincerity and hard work. His products are as rich as his life experience. From the fruits outside the store to the sandwiches in the store, they are full.

Peter parked his bicycle and led Daisy into the shop.

The shop was open and Mr. Delmar was away, but his sandwich-maker came early to open it.

"Hey, Peter." The uncle greeted Peter behind the counter, "Is college life still exciting?"

The uncle lowered his head and saw Daisy who came in with Peter: "Why did you bring a little girl?"

"This is Daisy." Peter said.

He picked Daisy up and sat on the counter.

The chairman's daughter was dressed cutely, sitting on the counter, not very shy, and even greeted the uncle.

"The sandwiches are delicious." Daisy said to the uncle.

The uncle laughed loudly: "Of course, if the sandwich comes out of my hand, it will be more delicious."

While talking, a guest came and asked where a certain brand of milk was kept.

Peter went to help the customers, and the uncle carried Daisy behind the counter and gave her a high chair to sit on.

"It's not fun in the store." The uncle said to Daisy.

"It's fun." Daisy fiddled with the bag of jelly beans gently, "There are many, many things."

Next to her is the sandwich making station, with a pile of bread, ham, and pickles piled up, and the aroma of food surrounds the child tightly.

"And my home also sells things." Daisy thought about it and proudly told the uncle.

What she said was not very funny, but after every sentence, the uncle always smiled and asked her, "Do you also open a store at home?"

Daisy nodded, "Yes."

After all, Tony once told Daisy that their products must be sold to make money.

However, this store is not that store, and the nature and scale are too different.

This did not prevent Daisy from talking to the uncle at all.

When Daisy mentioned that her father left early and returned late to sell things to support the family, she couldn't help sighing: "My father is very hard."

The uncle felt the same way, and couldn't help but be moved by the sensibility of the four-year-old and the difficult family conditions: Mom and Dad separated, Mom didn't have a job, couldn't make money, Daisy lived with her dad, and Dad worked hard to improve the family's conditions, and went out from time to time I was injured in a fight with him, and my father is not at home today, so I want to put the child at Peter's house to take care of him.

"You are so miserable." The uncle sighed deeply, "I thought that Parker was already full of suffering, but I didn't expect that you, Parker, were even more miserable."

That Parker, of course, refers to Peter.

He thought Daisy was a child of Peter's relatives.

Daisy shook her head: "I'm not Parker, but Stark."

"Oh." The uncle was even more moved, "Did you know that we have a very famous Stark in New York."

It is also Stark, but the fate is very different, which is really embarrassing.

If the uncle with tears in his eyes knew that the little Stark in front of him was the child of the famous Stark, he didn't know what expression he would have.

Peter didn't know what Daisy said to the uncle in a short period of time, but when he returned to the counter, Daisy was already eating a big and thick sandwich.

"I've ordered this sandwich." The uncle said.

Peter took a jug of milk from the refrigerator, gave Daisy sandwiches to eat, and took milk money from his wallet and put it in the cash register in the store.

Daisy once again appreciates the benefits of opening a small store for life. If her father also opens a store, the snacks in the store can be eaten at will.

This is simply the life of a fairy.

After eating snacks, Daisy also wanted to help Peter, holding a pile of milk and putting it in the refrigerator.

"It's against the law to employ child labor," the uncle joked behind the counter.

"I'm not a child laborer." Daisy corrected him earnestly with her eyes wide open, "I'm just helping Pi."

Although the baby Daisy is small in age and size, he has a lot of drive, and with good strength, he can grab a lot of goods at once.

Peter taught Daisy to put different chocolate bars in different baskets, and asked Daisy to drive away the bugs flying on the fruit.

The daughter of the Stark family, with a dust-proof hood tied in her hair, dutifully fanned the fruit with a fan.

"Is this fun?" Peter asked while holding Daisy.

Daisy smiled: "It's fun!"

When many customers came in at once, Daisy was a little shy and wanted to hide behind the counter and stick her head out to look.

There are all kinds of customers in the small shops on the street, like a hodgepodge of everyone.

There are housewives, middle school students, office workers with bags, and big brothers with tattoos.

Peter and Uncle hid Daisy behind the counter when Society Brother came to the store.

The big brothers were so imposing, they wandered around the store by themselves without asking anyone.

There are few people making trouble during the day, but judging by their unfriendly appearance, they are actually a bit dangerous.

The eldest brother wandered around the store twice, looking around viciously, but he didn't know what he was looking at. When he turned to the counter for the second time, Daisy heard him talking to himself: "Where is the cotton candy?"

The tattoo brother soon saw a small hand protruding from behind the counter, pointing to the shelf on the left.

The elder brother found the marshmallows, took two packs and went to pay the bill. No one was beaten or troubled, and it was very peaceful.

After he finished paying, he pushed one of the packs of marshmallows into the counter and said, "For your little ones."

Daisy then got a bag of marshmallows.

At noon that day, Daisy ate in the store. There was no foie gras, no truffle, only a simple hamburger, but she sat on the counter and ate happily.

Helping in Mr. Delmar's store, he worked for most of the day, and when the sun went down in the west, Peter took Daisy home.

Said to play, the result did not play.

Tony went to work, took part in the auction, and bought an antique ring for Daisy, and kept it for her to wear when she grew up.

He went to Peter's house to pick up the child, entered the door, and wanted to call Daisy, but both Peter and May raised their index fingers at him, accompanied by a soft "shh".

Tony spoke in a low voice: "Where is my child?"

Peter went to the bedroom and brought out a baby wrapped in a blanket, a soft ball.

Daisy is a capable little helper. After working for so long, she talked a lot on the way back to Peter's house. She thought her energy was boundless, but when she got back to Peter's house, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

"She did a great job today," Peter told Tony.

He whispered to Tony about Daisy's help at the Del Mar store today.

The father stretched out his arms and took the child in his arms, his movements were light and soft, so as not to wake Daisy up.

Tony said: "Okay, thank you for taking care of her, I took her back."

"Wait." Mei took out a paper bag, "This is from Daisy."

"what is this?"

Tony didn't take anything, so Happy reached out to take it, and stared deeply at May before opening the paper bag.

Inside the paper bag was a big sandwich.

"This is Daisy's wages for today." Peter said to Tony, "She will bring it back for you to eat."

"Also." Peter remembered that the uncle who made the sandwiches must have told him to convey to Tony, although he was puzzled, he said, "Uncle said, please be nice to Daisy."

"?" Tony was also confused, but nodded, "Okay, I see."

At dusk, in the luxury car heading to Manhattan, Tony took a bite of Daisy's wages while looking at his daughter who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

"How does it taste?" Happy asked.

"It's my daughter's wages." Tony glanced at Daisy's sleeping face, lowered his head and smiled, "It's as amazing as her, and it's delicious."