Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Time flows like water.

In the blink of an eye, the three children had already entered elementary school.

Clark was ten years old, while Eric and Charles were both seven.

In the bathroom, Mike looked at his reflection in the mirror, displeased, and muttered, "How come after all these years, I'm still this handsome? How can anyone else live like this?"

Mike shook his head lightly, letting out a long sigh.

"Dad, what are you saying?"

Clark opened the bathroom door, a mischievous glint in his eyes, though he asked seriously.

"Ahem!" Mike's face turned red. He clenched his fist and coughed lightly, then hung the towel up. "What's up? Is your friend here?"

Clark had invited a friend over to their house today.

Clark shook his head. "No, it's still early."

"Dad, what are you making for lunch?"

Seeing Clark's eager look, Mike lightly tapped his son's head with his finger. Seeing that Clark didn't mind, he sighed in resignation. "What do you want to eat?"

"Hotpot!" Clark grinned. "I told her I'd treat her to Chinese food."

"She?"

Mike caught the key part of Clark's sentence.

Clark blinked, his face turning slightly red. "Didn't I tell you about her?"

Mike rubbed his chin. "No!"

"Well, you've done well!"

Mike reached over and patted Clark on the head.

Clark grinned sheepishly.

"Stop grinning like an idiot! Go help wash the vegetables in the kitchen."

"No problem!"

Clark cheerfully replied before heading downstairs. As he walked away, his voice, full of teasing, reached Mike's ears.

"Dad, you really are handsome! Super handsome, so old-school handsome!"

Mike was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"This kid…"

Mike left the bathroom and headed to Eric and Charles's room.

As he opened the door, the two boys immediately sat up straight and greeted Mike with an exaggerated, flattering smile.

Mike raised an eyebrow. "How's it going? Have you memorized it yet?"

Charles jumped off the chair, puffed out his chest, and gave a salute. "Reporting, sir, I've memorized it!"

Mike nodded and looked at Eric.

Eric, proudly, said, "This is too easy. Of course, your brilliant son has memorized it all perfectly."

"Alright!"

Mike nodded approvingly, walked over to the bed, and sat down. "Let me hear it. Eric, you go first."

Eric opened his mouth and began: "One times one is one, two times one is two…"

Several minutes later, both had finished reciting. Mike nodded again. "Alright, you two can go watch TV now."

The two cheered and ran downstairs at full speed.

Mike shook his head quietly.

This damn school doesn't even teach multiplication tables. Every student gets a calculator the moment they enter school. Without it, they can't even do simple math without taking forever to figure it out. How is that going to work?

Luckily, these two kids have been smart from a young age and learn quickly.

Speaking of which, he never really had to worry about their studies.

"Tsk, I really trained them well."

Mike muttered softly to himself as he walked downstairs.

Hotpot may be simple, but it still needed some preparation.

Half an hour later, when all the ingredients were ready, the doorbell rang.

"They're here!"

Mike's eyes lit up as he quickly made his way to the door. Clark nervously followed behind and whispered, "Dad, please don't ask anything awkward."

"I know, I know."

Mike casually waved his hand.

Clark thought to himself: You're definitely about to ask something awkward, aren't you?

Mike opened the door and paused when he saw the two people standing outside.

A middle-aged man and a girl about Clark's age.

Mike glanced at them, quickly stepped aside, and said, "Please come in."

"Sorry for the sudden visit," the middle-aged man said politely, explaining, "It's a bit far from home, and I was worried about Hope coming here alone, so… Clark, you don't mind, do you?"

Clark hurriedly said, "No, uncle, it's my fault for not thinking ahead."

The kid was very polite, leaving a good first impression.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and walked in with his daughter, saying, "Didn't you prepare a gift for Clark?"

Hope nodded, holding a gift box with both hands behind her and handed it to Clark.

Clark took it and said, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me!" Hope smiled wryly, saying, "Hank insisted on coming along, he's so stubborn."

Hank Pym's face stiffened for a moment, looking helpless. "This kid…"

Mike glanced at the father and daughter.

"Come in, please."

Mike gestured for them to enter, extending his hand to the middle-aged man. "Mike Kent."

"Hank Pym. You can just call me Hank."

Ant-Man?

At the last school event, I meet a superhero's parent?

Mike blinked in surprise, but he kept his smile on his face and said naturally, "Please, sit down. Are you accustomed to Chinese food?"

"No problem!" Hank Pym smiled as he sat down. "I eat it occasionally, I really like it."

"That's good."

Mike smiled and guided them to their seats, then called Eric and Charles, who were watching TV, and introduced them to the father and daughter. Afterward, he brought out the dishes, prepared the condiments, and finally set down a split hotpot.

This pot was one he had specifically bought from Chinatown.

The bubbling sound filled the air—gurgle, gurgle...

The contrast between the fiery red broth and the fragrant clear broth was striking, making one's mouth water. The aroma rising from the steam was irresistible.

Mike smiled at them. "Try this, it's the base I made myself."

"My dad's cooking is really fragrant!"

Charles said proudly.

Mike shot Charles a glare, though inwardly, he felt quite pleased, especially when he saw Clark and Eric eagerly nodding in agreement.

This kid… always speaks his mind.

He winked at Charles, who grinned slightly in return.

Hank Pym nodded and picked up the chopsticks from the table. He fished out a piece of meat from the clear broth and tasted it. His eyes lit up.

The flavor was really good.

"Delicious."

Hank Pym complimented it, but then noticed the three father and sons were only taking food from the red broth and not the clear one. Hesitantly, he moved his chopsticks toward the red broth and picked up a piece, placing it in his mouth.

It shouldn't be too spicy, right?

But as soon as he tasted it, he instantly regretted it.

The flavor was good, but it felt as if someone had set his tongue on fire.

"Hiss!"

He couldn't help but inhale sharply. Seeing Hope eyeing the red broth, he quickly advised, "It's pretty spicy, you should stick to the clear broth."

Hope looked at her father, whose face had turned red from the spice, and nodded reluctantly.

She and her father usually didn't eat much spicy food.

"Spicy?" Eric lifted his head from his bowl, looking puzzled at Hank Pym. "It's not spicy at all! Besides, real men should eat spicy food!"

As he spoke, he even patted his chest.

At his words, the eyes of Mike's family, including Hope's, all turned toward him.

(End of Chapter)