Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

This is probably not the worst.

The most exaggerated thing is that the old father not only eats the little daughter's egg tart, but also closes his eyes and is intoxicated, and whispers sincerely: "It smells so good."

Daisy stared at it with wide eyes, and inadvertently a drop of crystal saliva slipped out of the corner of her mouth and stained her clothes.

The blue eyes focused on the father who was eating at first, and they got closer and closer, and finally only the little egg tart in Tony's hand that was bitten, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside was left in his eyes, and his soul trembled.

All hungry.

The little anger of the dumpling can be extinguished immediately after being coaxed. Although she is angry and doesn't look at it, she still thinks about the food. If an adult says a few nice words and waves, she may come slowly.

I never expected that my father would eat it first by himself.

Seeing Tony enjoy himself like that, taking the first bite and continuing to eat the second bite, the little Daisy baby couldn't bear it any longer, and ran out from behind the chair all the way, with short legs striding forward, Gululu came to daddy's side, licking his mouth, Stretching out his hand to grab the egg tart, he said in a childish voice, "I'll eat it too."

Tony laughed.

When he smiled, Daisy realized that something was wrong. She twisted her small body to run, but she was already tightly held by the old father's arms, like a small fish caught in a net, unable to twist left and right.

The little fish bounced vigorously, but it was a pity that he was not as strong as his father, and his mouth was flattened, and he was reluctant to eat, when the aroma of egg tarts that had been eaten suddenly wafted from his nose.

It was a freshly baked egg tart.

The skin is golden and crisp, and when you bite it lightly, it shatters in your mouth, and instantly softens into a unique baked char, while the trembling piece in the middle is smooth and tender, sucking it in, the whole thing is sucked into the mouth like jelly , sliding on the tip of the tongue, the egg and milk are blended together naturally, and then comforted by fine sugar, the taste buds are dancing with joy.

Daisy can't dance.

She was already staring at the little egg tart, drooling, and when Tony sent it forward, the red mouth opened and took a light bite.

Turn an angry baby into a happy baby in one bite.

The moment she ate the egg tart, Daisy forgot about blaming her father for not bringing her when she went out.

She took the egg tart that her father took a bite of with one hand, and went to get another one from the box with the other hand. She sat on Tony's lap and ate it happily.

Joyfully, Tony carried her outside to get some water to drink. She was also willing to hold the bottle and suck obediently. Her sticky little hand wanted to touch her father's mustache, but the big hand grabbed her wrist and ruthlessly stopped her.

"Father." Daisy said softly, smacking her lips.

This fluffy ball is really cute when it looks cute, and it's cute when it's angry. The old father who didn't forget his hard work while eating his own, stuffed the drool-stained egg tart into Tony's mouth.

She was so enthusiastic, but it was a pity that her father didn't appreciate it. He pinched her small wrist and fed the egg tarts to her mouth that couldn't eat enough.

As soon as Tony touched his stomach, he knew that Daisy didn't have enough to eat at night, and eating home-cooked meals outside was more or less picky.

Picky eating is a bad habit.

If you don't eat well outside, when will you grow up.

But Tony looked down at the smiling daughter in his arms with crooked eyes. After all, he didn't say any words of education. He stroked her back with his big hand, and let the child play on the ground by himself.

After playing for a while and eating away, it's time to coax her to sleep.

It's not too much trouble to rush back to New York overnight. A special plane is just a phone call away. Seeing what Tony means, he wants to stay overnight in the United States Liquor Industry.

When Natasha asked, he just looked away and said, "Daisy likes you, it's better to spend more time with you."

Black Widow seemed to have something to say when she came back from seeing him. When he said the reason for staying, her eyes flashed, and finally she just smiled: "Thank you."

Tony said that Daisy liked Natasha, but he also knew that Natasha liked Daisy very well.

It is of course the best thing to be able to like each other. Now that Daisy was put on the ground by her father, it is boring to play by herself. The first thing that comes to mind is Aunt Xiaona, and she is eager to find her.

"Go ahead." Tony said.

He stood there, watching the little baby squirm around the corner, and he could hear her happy "Auntie" as she ran and wheezed.

He silently bowed his head and smiled.

Smiling and laughing, if you feel it, that little bit of happiness suddenly converges into the lip line that is suddenly tightened.

Iron Man's eyes were like lightning, and he turned his head to look behind him.

Nothing was seen.

Daisy happily ran to find Natasha, and met Merlin who came out to stretch her muscles on the way.

His fingers flew on the keyboard for a long time. Even though he was behind him, his nerves were tense all the time. After the antidote was released, he seemed to die and come back to life again. He leaned back on the back of the chair and gasped for breath.

It took him a lot of effort to deal with the Golden Circle agents who broke into the base of the United States. The world is peaceful, and when he rarely has a rest, he is very relaxed physically and mentally. A baby wearing denim overalls ran into his eyes. The first few steps to meet, want to play with children.

Daisy was running in the direction of Merlin. This gentle old uncle always smiled when he saw her, but when she looked at him, her attention was often focused on the little reflection on the top of her head.

She laughed too, and trotted like a happy bird without slowing down.

Of course, Merlin couldn't wait for it, and while asking "Where's your father?" kindly, he bent down and opened his arms, ready to pick up the child who threw himself into his arms and play in circles at any time.

The Stark children are lovely, he thought.

About the next second, he didn't think so much.

Daisy ran with her cheeks puffed up. Seeing that the fat ball was about to hit the net, she was already very close to Merlin, and Merlin nearly smiled.

But she swayed, turned her small body in one direction, and her balance was quite good. Not only did she not fall down, but she also ran faster. She ran past Merlin, opened her little hand to Aunt Xiaona who walked out of the room, and smiled. Gotta rattle.

Merlin was still standing there with his arms outstretched.

His heart was broken to the ground, piece by piece, he should sweep it with a broom, shovel it with a shovel, and eat it back into his stomach.

Looking at the tall figure from behind, he was inexplicably aggrieved.

Then I saw him fold his arms and hug the air.

The unfavored English man turned his head and saw Natasha hugging the soft ball and kissing her face.

I don't need to sweep my heart anymore, it's all dust now.

Natasha watched the whole process with her own eyes, and couldn't bear to look directly at it. Daisy was having fun in her arms at the moment, but she was a little embarrassed to look directly into Merlin's eyes.

She smiled politely to say hello, she was about to take Daisy back to the room to play, and see if she could sleep early, but Merlin stepped forward, stretched out a finger, opened Daisy's palm, and gave the little girl He held it to play with it, turned his head, and the person who spoke was changed to her: "Does it still hurt now?"

When Natasha came back, the urgently bandaged arm began to ooze blood again, and the dressing was changed with dried ginger water, while Merlin was beside her.

She didn't cry out for pain, but her face turned paler, which still hurts after thinking about it.

Merlin didn't speak at that time, and walked away silently.

Not long after I came back, I had a bottle of pain-relieving and calming spray in my hand.

"The medicine is very effective." Natasha said, "I don't feel much anymore."

"That's good." Merlin smiled, remembering Captain America who protected him in difficult times, and asked casually, "I heard that you and Mr. Stark are allies. But it seems that he only looked for you after he came back, not Mr. Rogers. Don't you know he's there?"

He didn't know, and he asked this out of good intentions, which might be extra embarrassing to the person involved.

Daisy buried half of her face in Natasha's shoulder, playing her favorite game of ahhhhhhh, and talking to herself some words that adults couldn't understand. Natasha turned her head and pressed her soft hair with her cheek, Hearing Merlin's question, some wanted to sigh, so he sighed.

"It's better not to see than to see."

On the cloud tops of the moon.

The United States Liquor Industry has prepared clean and tidy accommodation for guests, because of its strong financial resources, it is also very luxurious.

Tony would have liked it better if the housing wasn't in that bottle-shaped building.

Daisy was already wearing flying squirrel pajamas, lying on the big bed and falling asleep peacefully.

The dream was colorful, the little hand grabbed it from time to time, Tony got up, she happened to have a small milk hiccup, but she was already big, not easy to spit milk like a baby, turning her small body over to the other side like a pancake, still in the dreamland roam around.

Tony wasn't asleep.

He didn't sleep, he didn't watch TV, and he didn't do anything about Stark Industries. He threw his mobile phone beside the bed, and the screen was turned off quietly, melting into the cool darkness.

He wasn't necessarily unaware that Steve Rogers was also in Kentucky now.

As Natasha said, for some people, not seeing is better than meeting, so Steve hasn't shown up until now.

Maybe it was revealed, but never in front of him.

Tony sat quietly in the dark for a while, pinching his fingers in his palms, unable to fall asleep, so he got up and opened the door to find some wine outside.

Before going out, he didn't forget to use the quilt to build a small fence for his little daughter to prevent falling out of bed.

The wine collection of the leader of the United States Secret Service "Champagne" is in the showroom.

At this moment, the showroom is empty and empty, only the quiet moonlight.

Moonlight cannot speak, and the air is filled with the sound of wine dripping.

I don't know what Champagne will look like when he finds out that the treasured wine has been drunk by Tony the next day.

It's poured out anyway.

Tony tilted his head back to finish his glass, turned the bottle upside down, and watched the last drop of wine slip from the rim of the glass.

I don't know what it means to look at it this way.

He also felt bored. After sitting for a while, a faint smell of alcohol came up, thinking about washing his face and going back to the room.

When he removed the wine bottle from his eyes, his expression changed instantly.

There was a man standing at the door.