Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

For Vision, "being a human being" is a very important and complicated homework. It is not an equation that can give accurate results, nor is it like a game that can be cleared. The amygdala in the human body is artificial, and it is even more difficult to learn.

Fortunately, he always knew what he wanted to learn.

human nature.

"Then your way of learning is very special." Tony said, "What can my daughter teach you?"

When he said this, he was already in the underground warehouse of the villa.

With the lights on, there is an unfolded holographic screen in front of you. The prototype of the three-dimensional armor is slowly rotating, and the loaded weapons, assembly methods, and numbers are marked on the face, shoulders, and hands.

The tall MK47 stood on the central display stand, stretched out his arms silently, and asked Benben to spray paint for himself - a little bit of paint fell off in the fight last time, and it would look good after spraying it back, just like a woman who eats lipstick when she goes out to eat. Always make up later.

Vision stands by and concentrates on watching the stupid work. The speed of stretching the mechanical arm may not be considered fast, and the movement is not smooth, but it is more serious. It is very interesting to watch.

But after a while, MK47 looked down at the dark red paint sprayed out of his arm, and unceremoniously raised his hand and grabbed the stupid spray gun, and started spraying it by himself.

It seems that seriousness alone is not enough.

Xiaotuanzi is not there.

Rhodes had nothing to do in the villa and was happy to take care of the children. After Daisy woke up, she liked to play with the two adults again. She was hugged high, as if she was going to fly, and stayed on it.

She knew that her father didn't go out secretly, so she didn't look around for someone, which was very worry-free.

Now that Tony had spoken, Vision slowly replied: "When it comes to being a human being, Daisy is also a beginner. It's very interesting."

She has a natural ability to express intimacy.Much better than what he did.

Unlike Rhodes and Peter who were simply visiting, Vision actually had another purpose for coming.

"I guessed that she was a life outside the universe, but now I have evidence." Vision said, "Eyes."

"Did she shoot a laser?"

When these words came out, Iron Man, who was looking down at the armor, paused.

There was no surprise on Tony's face - Jarvis said earlier that he couldn't find any video recording the scene on the Internet, so he had already guessed in his heart.

Now that the speculation is confirmed, there is no need to be surprised.

After all, in addition to flying and passing through walls, Vision can also connect to all computers in the world.

It's a pity not to be a hacker.

"You know it in your heart." Tony said, "No one saw anything unusual after that."

He was really dissatisfied with the modification of the armor, so he simply reached out and kneaded the model on the screen and threw it into the recycling bin.

"Daisy is too young." Vision said, "If that was her power, maybe it should have... not exploded so early."

He wanted to say something more, but he caught a glimpse of the elevator descending from the opposite wall from the corner of his eye, and silently stopped talking.

The elevator door opened, and a dumpling in thin plush clothes ran out huffing and puffing. He was as happy as a bird, and flew to the old father with smiles in his eyes.

It can be seen that it is playing well on it.

Daisy had half a raw carrot in her hand. Someone opened the refrigerator to give it to her, and she could clearly see a few shallow tooth marks gnawed on it.

She has grown two new teeth in the past two days, and she can bite more and more things. When she grows up, milk powder can no longer be the staple food.

Peter was also in the elevator, and one of them was not held properly, so Daisy ran out first. He looked at it now, and the dumpling had already climbed onto Tony's thigh with hands and feet, sitting firmly, trying to put the gnawed carrot on the old father's lap. Mouth stuffed.

This kind of filial piety that feeds back can be said to be earth-moving. Spider-Man will cry when he sees it, Vision will be silent when he sees it, and even the stupid will applaud enthusiastically.

It's a pity that Daisy's food didn't suit her father's appetite. With such persistent stuffing, her lips became tighter and tighter, like copper walls and iron walls, so she had to give up at last.

She gave up feeding, wanted to feed herself, and didn't want her ruthless father to stop eating, so she stretched out her big hand and confiscated the carrots.

Daisy looked at the suddenly empty palm, grabbed it, as if the touch was still there, she flattened her mouth and lowered her head: "No..."

"Mr. Stark, it's almost time for dinner." Peter hesitated, "Do you still need us, uh, to cook?"

This question is a little guilty.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, I heard Tony's concise and clear "no".

"I used to eat a kind of home buffet outside." Tony thought for a while, "I remember buying kitchen utensils and seasonings."

He looked at Peter: "Have you eaten?"

Dinner ended up being eaten at this so-called "family style buffet".

Daisy sat in the children's pumpkin cart, being dragged by Benben, passed the restaurant, and looked inside curiously.

The four adults in her family gathered together, studying something.

"Can you really put anything?" Rhodes asked.

"Won't the fire alarm go off?" Peter looked up at the ceiling. "I...don't really mind having dinner in the rain."

"I think this base material won't generate water by itself." Mirage said while adding water to the pot, "That's right."

Tony pressed the power button.

There is a large array of fresh ingredients and seasonings on the table.

The dumpling was playing outside, gradually smelling the fragrance, knowing that there was something to eat, happily got off the pumpkin cart, ran to the restaurant, and saw a steaming big guy on the table at a glance.

She was so greedy that she went to climb on the old father's leg, and before she could climb up, a small bowl was handed to her.

In the bowl was a piece of trembling, white and tender bean product. After it was cooked, it was specially rinsed in cold water to make sure it was not hot before being picked up.

Daisy quickly took the bowl, grabbed the spoon and dug a little into her mouth.

The tender brows and eyes were stretched out in enjoyment, and for a moment, he forgot to use his father as a cushion, obediently asked him to put on the bib, carried him into the baby chair, and lowered his head to slowly dig for food.

"Is it delicious?" Rhodes asked her.

She just nodded.

But here he was eating with his head down, but the air on the other side of the adult gradually became hot.

Fiery is a true description.

I don't know when it started, several men began to sweat profusely and breathe heavily, accompanied by some exclamations of unknown meaning:

"what……"

"call……"

"Oooooooo-"

Only the vision of not eating is the calmest. Look to the left, look back, and ask: "Is this delicious or not?"

Tony was covering his forehead and had no time to answer, while Peter blushed, not knowing whether it was love or hate, pointing to the simmering pot, he held back his words after a while: "Spicy..."

There is a hot mandarin duck hot pot in front of you.

The kind of super small white pot.