Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

While eating breakfast, Thor came back from outside with a hammer.

Violent, as if to hit someone.

He took the elevator down from the top floor to the living room, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Daisy sitting on the sofa holding a Chinese cabbage made of cloth and concentrating on watching the news.

Tuanzi was dressed up beautifully today, pink flowers were embroidered on the violet one-piece dress, her hair was tied into two little balls, dangling behind her head.

She hadn't had time to eat breakfast, and the bread in the kitchen was only enough for two people when her father was away.

The old father changed clothes in the locker room.

Today he is wearing a striped suit, a plaid shirt, and a red and white polka-dot tie, which is very personal.

The dressing room of the Stark family is three connected rooms. One door is opened, and there is another door behind it, like an endless maze.

One is used as a wardrobe, one is used as a shoe cabinet, and the other is used as a cabinet other than clothes and shoes.

Tony took out a Bulgari watch from a drawer.

After changing his clothes, he wanted to go to the kitchen to cook some meat soup to feed his daughter, but when he came to the corridor, he saw Thor sitting in the living room drinking ice water with his head on his head.

"I thought you had already returned to Asgard." Tony said.

"I'm going to relax." The God of Thunder lowered his head, swallowed the last sip of water, raised his hand boldly to wipe his lips, and squashed the plastic water bottle into a piece of paper. For some reason, his tone sounded a bit resentful. "But I'm not very happy right now."

"Oh."

Wearing a suit and tie, the chairman with the charm of a mature man listened to him as if he was listening to the weather forecast, but he responded very thoughtfully, walked into the kitchen, and took out a glass cabinet under the Liuli table familiarly. pot.

Daisy was already a little hungry. She lowered her head and was secretly biting the Chinese cabbage, leaving a wet mark on the cloth. When she saw her father enter the kitchen, she rolled over and nimbly slipped off the sofa, followed behind.

The baked bread is placed on a white porcelain plate. The surface is golden and soft. If you spread it with a layer of fresh and sweet strawberry jam, it is like spreading out the refreshing sweetness that can make your nerves active all morning. Take a bite, and you will be soothed from the tip of your tongue to your stomach. .

Thor, unwilling to be lonely, also followed, and was spreading strawberry jam at this time.

He has always disliked sissy things, but he doesn't think sweets are sissy at all, with a thick layer of jam.

While painting, he also chirped: "You should ask me why I am unhappy."

Tony took out a bag of lean meat that had been mashed with a meat grinder from the refrigerator, glanced at the bubbling white paste in the pot, and poured out a little meat into the bowl.

"I won't ask." He said, "Why don't you tell me?"

"You can't imagine who I met when I was flying in the sky." Thor took a bite of the bread, and suddenly felt a strange light underneath. A small ball, with a layer of saliva on the red mouth, crystal clear.

After all, he couldn't bear it, so he got shorter and sat on the ground with the little one, and broke some bread for her.

Daisy's morning was brightened up.

She lowered her head and broke a small piece of bread in half with her hands. She liked to eat the best thing first, and stuck out her tongue to lick the jam bit by bit.

"Meet a man in a red cloak." Thor said, "I thought there were enough red cloaks in this world."

When he said this, a mage who had been swimming in the ocean of secret arts all morning was slowly walking into the kitchen to look for food.

Doctor Strange: "?"

"There are enough flying ones." The God of Thunder's cheeks were stuffed with bread, like a big blond-haired hamster, "Unnamed, he actually provoked me."

In fact, after the staring at each other across the clouds, it was Thor who took the initiative to point in the direction. He obviously didn’t know each other, but he still challenged the stranger on the opposite side who had bumped into him with many settings: “See who will fly to the other side first. There."

As a result, there is no need to ask.

He complained so much, obviously he didn't have a good face in the active attack. If there were bystanders, he would tell the audience in this kitchen loudly that Thor not only didn't win, but even lost badly.

Because he could barely see how the other party arrived at his destination, and when he closed and opened his eyes, the black-haired and blue-eyed person disappeared without a trace.

It's not surprising to be sulking.

But Thor's complaints didn't last long.

Daisy's breakfast was just cooked when Tony heard the smart butler say, "Sir, you have a visitor."

Regardless of his daughter waiting to be fed, the old father picked up some meat soup with a spoon and put it into his mouth to taste the temperature, then he casually replied, "Who?"

The president of the United States does not go to work so early.

"Clark Kent." Jarvis said, "Already made an appointment."

Stephen looked up from his plate.

This man named Clark obviously fits the status of a small reporter for the "Planet Daily".

He was authorized to pass through Jarvis's security system, and walked into the living room through the main entrance, and was watched by three pairs of eyes at the same time.

Although he is tall, this man is wearing a low-key brown coat, which really does not show his temperament. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses that are exactly the same as the photo on his ID card, and he still has a press card on his chest. It's not that Stephen insists, it's really hard to believe that he's an alien.

After all, no matter how you look at it, you look too much like an ordinary person.

Clark may not be aware that the interviewee standing in the living room has classified himself as an alien in his heart. He scanned the living room, and first saw Daisy who was holding a small spoon and trying to eat meat soup by himself.

It's a pity that she ate the meat soup on the bib.

A small, round mass.

She is still so small, smaller than what she sees in the photos, smaller than imagined.

The blue eyes under the black-rimmed glasses are a little gentle.

"I'm sorry to disturb your breakfast, Mr. Stark. I came earlier." Clark Kent didn't expect the rich man's house to have guests early in the morning. He nodded and apologized, and reached out to feel in his coat pocket. Didn't touch it, "If you don't mind, I can wait in the living room for you to finish your breakfast."

He was talking on one side, but there was a scrutinizing gaze on the other side, turning around and around.

Thor stood there with his arms folded, like a tall mountain. The more he looked at the reporter standing in front of him, the more he couldn't restrain his inner suspicion. He scratched his chin with his hands, and finally couldn't hold back, asking, "Where am I?" met you?"