Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Christmas.

The Stark family's villa is lively and lively all day long.

"Of course it's lively." Tony took a sip of water mixed with ice cubes, shook it, and the glass rang loudly. "The music was played so loudly that it almost deafened my ears."

When he spoke, although there was no festive look on his face, when he turned his head and saw the little daughter running around in the living room, he would occasionally bend his lips and smile.

Daisy is dressed up as a Christmas baby today, with a red Santa hat on her head, a coat in the style of Santa Claus, and a belt, and she runs with wind.

Her joy began yesterday.

It stands to reason that with Christmas Eve, Wendy should be given a holiday. The conscientious nanny was worried that there would not be enough food and the baby would be hungry, so she worked overtime to make semi-finished products before returning home.

The Christmas Eve dinner table was packed to the brim with plates stuffed from one end of the table to the other.

The dumpling on the baby chair was wearing a bib, and had already taken the spoon in his hand. He pouted happily when he saw his father bring out the polenta from the kitchen.

When a family is reunited, they should eat well.

Because there are only two people, Tony doesn't eat leftovers, and it is even more impossible for his daughter to eat leftovers, so although there are many plates, there are not many servings inside.

Only the turkey in the middle of the dining table was huge and attractive, Daisy was so greedy that she ate from the bowl and looked at the plate, the polenta tasted tasteless in her mouth, her big eyes stared straight, waiting for her father to attack the turkey , I also follow a share.

As expected, the old father followed her wish and sliced ​​a thin piece of meat and dangled it in front of his eyes.

"Dad." Daisy was so happy that she became a little spring in the chair, her hands stretched out, "Dad!"

She waited with joy until she saw Tony put the meat into her mouth, and then she became anxious, and grabbed it with five fingers: "I will eat."

Such eagerly begging, only to get a small piece, chew it well in the mouth, and finish it after the gluttonous taste.

The one-and-a-half-year-old baby may not be able to digest too much meat. Fortunately, she just wanted to try something new, swallowed the chicken, and lowered her head to carefully scoop the polenta in her bowl.

Today is Christmas, and Tony is going out to eat.

It was still early to go out, and the first thing to do after waking up was to unwrap the pile of presents under the Christmas tree.

Before there was no daughter, all the parcels sent to Stark's house were pinned with greeting cards for Tony Stark. Since having a daughter, the Christmas tree has become the territory of Little Daisy Stark.

The old father fell out of favor very badly.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that half of the gifts inside were bought by himself.

Daisy ate well last night and slept soundly. This morning she woke up earlier than usual. She was hugged by her yawning father. She was so excited that she couldn’t sit still. Go to the bed and wake up Tony who is sleeping in the cage and play together.

The coffee Tony drank this morning was extra strong.

Unlike her father, Xiaotuanzi has been busy since she opened her eyes, woke up the adults to have breakfast, and she and Benben put a big shining golden star on the top of the Christmas tree that has been decorated for many days .

Due to the height restriction, she can only stand by and watch, but it is also remarkable to watch so seriously.

At this moment, Tony leaned against the balcony door and drank half a glass of water before putting down the glass, leading the little Santa who was running around with the reindeer, and took him to the Christmas tree.

"It's all yours." The old father sat down cross-legged, pointed at the hill-like pile in front of him, "Tear it down."

Stark Industries has many business partners. On Christmas every year, knowing that there is a little daughter in his family, they all gave Christmas gifts.

Tony didn't think those gifts were worth opening by hand, so he picked out a few and pushed them to Daisy.

Daisy was imitating her father to sit cross-legged. When she saw the gift box brought to the front, she happily drew closer, pulled off the ribbon, pushed open the lid, and poked her head inside to have a look.

The first thing to open was Colonel Rhodes' gift.

The reason why he was the first to take it apart was because the colonel was a guest a few days ago, and he almost strangled Tony's neck with repeated orders to make Daisy look at his gift first.

After Daisy was wronged by her father at the Children's Museum, it was also Rhodes who quickly got the news from Happy and called to ask the teacher.

The moment Tony connected to the phone, the yell of "Why are you fat four" on the receiver was so loud that even the eardrums trembled.

The old father also stretched his neck to see the gift from Rhodes.

A box full of small clothes, including spring, summer, autumn and winter clothes, can be worn until next year.

Rhodes seems to have finally gotten the hang of it since he gave Daisy a golden pacifier for her birthday last time, and he didn't give any more dolls. Today's Christmas gifts are also very thoughtful, buying clothes one size larger, in case Daisy grows taller Can't wear it afterwards.

There is also a big envelope in the gift box, and the 3D folded greeting card is opened, and it is still a singing castle.

Daisy liked it very much, she opened it and closed it again, and came to show her father a look. When Tony opened his hand to take it, she shrank back like protecting a treasure.

The second was a package from Queens.

Peter Parker's gift box is not big, it is hand-wrapped, and it is very tightly wrapped. The dumpling has been digging with small hands for a long time without opening it, and finally gave it to Benben, who asked him to open the box with a utility knife.

Inside lay a soft scarf, in the shape of a carrot, with green fluffy tassels at one end. The radish seedlings opened up, and the buttocks of the radish could be stuffed into it and tied up.

The scarf itself is nothing special, but it looks like Spider-Man wove it himself.

The skill of the hero next door weaving the scarf seems to be advancing by leaps and bounds. The first half is still rough, and the second half seems to have changed hands. The contrast is very obvious.

Looking at the greeting card, it turned out that his Aunt Mei couldn't see it later, so she took it and helped finish the weaving.

Daisy also liked the scarf very much, so she took a carrot, stood up, and wrapped it around her father's neck.

But Dad is an adult, and his neck is too big. After a circle, the carrot barely closed it in embarrassment.

"Does it look good?" The old father wiped his face with a half-smile, "Put it back."

Vision also gave a gift.

His present was very heavy, consisting of several thick children's books.

As a life born under technology, he couldn't understand the truth of "knowledge is power", and he wanted Daisy to understand it from an early age.

In addition to the book, the gift included a small doll, only the size of a palm, a grinning little monkey, hand-stitched, and there was a plastic sound when grasped.

Gifts from superheroes are no different than gifts from ordinary people.

Take off that layer of infinitely powerful armor, and the person underneath is still an ordinary person with a warm breath, who also needs to eat, sleep, and live a good life. Find free time to make Christmas gifts for little babies.

Clark also gave Christmas presents.

He sent a soft little red cape and a big box of cookies from his mother, Martha.

The old father rested his chin and watched Daisy unwrap the presents, and then checked the time, it had already been half an hour.

Daisy was not too tired, but instead found interest, crawled to the pile of presents and dug out a few more, and showed them to her father as if they were treasures.

Tony glanced casually, caught sight of the name written on the greeting card, and paused for a moment.

The one she was holding was a gift from Natasha.

He quickly expressed no expression: "You take it apart."

Daisy opened it, and there was a new bottle in it.

Even the American agents in Kentucky also gave toys around the winery as Christmas gifts.

Even the cold wind in winter could not extinguish the enthusiasm of this liquor company for producing peripheral products.

Forget it in Kentucky.

Tony watched Daisy rummaging through the pile of gifts again, never expecting that she would find a gift from the Wayne Group.

"I don't think there is any need to leave any inheritance to you in the future." The old father stretched his muscles and ticked off the curly hair of his daughter who buried his interest in the gift pile, "You just wait to receive gifts every Christmas Live, how is it?"

The chairman's daughter is busy, so she doesn't have time to talk to him.

"Sir." Jarvis said, "Miss has also prepared a gift for you."

Tony thought there was something wrong with his ears for a moment, so he ignored it.

Jarvis probably thought for a moment that the master's ears were wrong, and he didn't hear himself speaking. After waiting for a while, he repeated: "Miss has prepared a gift for you and hid it under the sofa."

Hidden is a wonderful use of the word.

Such a young child knows how to prepare gifts and hide them. It has to be a surprise.

I was pleasantly surprised at this time, so that when the old father learned the truth about his daughter playing and randomly throwing things under the sofa, the expression on his face was particularly wonderful.

But now, he got up, and went under the sofa to find the so-called gift from Daisy as promised.

I really found a piece of paper, tied with a silky ribbon, which looks decent.

Unfolded, it is a picture drawn with crayons.

As a wealthy daughter who has cultivated her personality since she was a child, Daisy has recently started scribbling all over the world with non-toxic toddler crayons.

There are several authentic works of her on the wall of the toy room.

This painting is still beyond the level of children. It has an abstract style, which makes people look at it without knowing what to describe. It triggers deep thinking about life and gives people an extremely broad space for understanding.

On the left is a mass of green threads, and on the right is a mass of red threads.

The thread is tangled with the thread and becomes a ball.

"..."

Tony looked at the painting, and then at the carefree little daughter next to him.

It's not like he couldn't understand it.

Because someone marked it with a pen under the painting.

"Tony and Daisy".

The handwriting is familiar.

"Roddy is so caring," Tony said.

Later, when Rhodes learned that his friend praised such a sentence, he accepted it quite at ease.

After all, he was there when Xiaotuanzi grabbed a pen and scribbled.Daisy ran out to play, he took a look at the painting for a while, added two strokes, and hid it under the Christmas tree.

It can be seen that this painting appeared under the sofa, what kind of long journey it has gone through.

The old father also looked at the painting deeply for a while, and seemed to realize something, and handed it to Benben: "Pretend it well."

Tuanzi was still working hard to carry and unpack the gift piles, but it would take until the afternoon to unpack them in this way.

Her father gave a lot of presents. After unpacking the jewelry, and then unpacking the children's toy set, when I looked up, there were still a bunch of them under the Christmas tree.

The toddler cake was finally tired and turned into a soft toddler cake. With his little hands on the ground, he climbed up and lay on his father's lap, not wanting to open the box anymore.

When she got down on the ground, she realized that a piece of paper had been stuck to her hand at some point, and she took a look at it. It was full of words and postmarks, and she couldn't understand it, so she asked her father to take a look.

It's a postcard.

The old father, who watched the live broadcast of the large-scale unpacking of presents, didn't care much. He picked it up and took a look: "Postcard."

Soon he couldn't take his eyes off it.

The sender of the Santa postcard was called Pep Potts.