In the kitchen of Mikes house.
Clark was holding a plate of roast pork and eating happily. When he saw Mike smiling and looking at him, he hesitated and found the smallest piece of meat from the bowl and brought it to Mikes mouth with a fork.
Mike shook his head, the chopsticks in his hand moving up and down, and said with a bad smile, Ill take one by myself.
Clark pushed the meat in front of Mike, watched Mike pick up the largest piece of meat, his little grease-stained mouth slowly grew, swallowed as Mike was about to feed it into his own mouth, and said, Dad, okay, is it delicious?
I havent eaten it yet!
Ill taste it for you!
You do it for me!
Mike made a thinking face, then made a face at Clark and said, No way!
With those words, he shoved the meat directly into his mouth with an exaggerated expression, Wow, its delicious!
Clark was crying, feeling like he was wrong.
Hahahaha!
Looking at Clarks expression, Mike laughed happily out loud.
Clark grinned at Mike fiercely, but stuffed the meat from the fork into Mikes mouth, and then smiled at Mike.
Mike was stunned, and touched Clarks head, feeling a little warm in his heart.
The boy hadnt been raised for nothing.
You take your time to eat, and Daddy will go wash the dishes.
Mike got up, cleaned up the dishes and walked to the kitchen, but turned to Clark as he reached the door, Dont just eat the meat!
Clark smiled cheekily and stuffed a piece of broccoli into his mouth in front of Mike, only to quietly spit it into a side trash can as Mike turned around.
Clark, its not right to waste food.
Clark looked at Mike, wide-eyed his eyes.
Did his dad have eyes in the back of his head? He hadnt turned his head, so how did he know he hadnt eaten?
Oh, I know!
Clark replied loudly, but shoved another piece of meat into his mouth, then with a cautious face, he shoved his vegetable arch-enemy into his mouth as well, stuffing his little mouth with a bulge, chewing it haphazardly twice, and swallowing it in one big gulp.
Soon, after Clark finished his share of lunch, carrying his plate and bowl, jumped off his chair and ran to the kitchen.
A few moments later, Mike finished cleaning up the kitchen, picked up Clark, who was helping out on the sidelines, and headed upstairs.
When he went upstairs, Clark, who had the habit of napping, was already nodding his little head.
Placing Clark on the bed, he said, Daddys going out, dont run around when you wake up.
Oh! Daddy come back early.
Clark said in a daze, and closed his eyes.
Mike covered Clark with a blanket and then turned and left the room.
After dinner, Clark usually slept for an hour, and he wanted to take advantage of that time to go and prepare a surprise for Clark.
Tomorrow, Clark would be going to school.
He was going to buy some things for kindergarten.
Locking the door, Mike drove off to town.
School bags, paintbrushes, erasers
He had already thought about what to buy.
Leaving Clark home alone, he was still a little worried.
Itll only take forty minutes round trip, Clark will sleep for about an hour, and there wont be anything like accidentally killing a thief
Whispered muttering, Mikes car speed up again a lot.
In Clarks room.
After hearing Mikes car ring, Clark, who should have been asleep, opened his eyes, rolled happily on the bed twice, got up from the bed, dragged out a bunch of toys from under his bed and played with them himself.
Sometimes he didnt want to sleep, so he would pretend to sleep like the people on TV, and then wait for Mike to go away and play quietly in his room by himself.
I am the messenger of justice! Red Skull suffers death!
Clark shouted in a whisper, holding a toy in his left hand.
In the other hand, he was holding a Captain America toy, and the two were colliding in mid-air.
Thinking about the story his father told him, Clark could not help but get excited.
Then