Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Alfred is Damian's cat. I saw him in Central Park before. He still likes Daisy very much. If Damian didn't want to, he would follow the group all the way back to Stark's house on his own free will. maybe.

The cat seemed to have gained weight a bit, with slender limbs and a chubby body. When Daisy called her name, she paced over slowly, looking at people with a proud look.

It is indeed the cat of the Wayne family.

"His real name is Alfred." Missy was no longer afraid, and she was able to hold Daisy's hand to see the cat, "Is it your cat?"

"No." Daisy shook her head, "It's Damian's cat."

She said it was not very good, but Tony, who heard it next to her, suddenly tensed up.

"Here comes the problem." The weak Sheldon somehow became weaker on Mr. Cooper's back. The father ran over to protect his daughter just now was undoubtedly heroic. He was too brave and moved too much, which knocked his son hard enough.

But even if it is enough, Sheldon still has to use his logical thinking, "Damian's cat is here, so where is Damian?"

"I think he's there." Mr. Cooper pointed to the top.

Several people raised their necks to see.

When the five eyes cast over, Damian sitting on the tree trunk was tightening his bag, and the hood of the hoodie was still on his head, and he hadn’t pulled it off. Suddenly, he felt something wrong. When he looked down, his face suddenly became tense. tightly.

The sparkle in the green eyes is really beautiful.

Children from rich families seem to like to sit on trees, which may not be friendly to the development of trees.

Even more unfriendly is the old father of the Stark family.

From a certain point of view, he and Damian have a good understanding, they don't like each other, and when they meet their eyes, they can see the invisible lines of "Why are you here" in each other's eyes.

"It's Damian!" Daisy happily waved to the young master on the tree, "Aren't you afraid of heights?"

Damian then slid down holding the trunk.

What makes Baby Daisy very envious is that every time he sees Damian, he grows a little taller, and now standing in front of him, she seems to have escaped from the Little Kingdom.

But she was just a child.

"Alfred ran away." Damian said to Daisy.

The bag he was carrying had a strange shape and a long tube. Daisy was curious about what was inside, but he only said it was a bat.

"You play in the woods," Daisy said.

Damian's cat saw Damian and wanted to run away, but Tuanzi's hand was fast, he stretched out his arms to catch him, brought him back, held him in his arms like a stretched black rice cake, and handed it to Damian: "It's your cat."

"He might want to be your cat more." Damian said.

He actually took the initiative to talk so much to Daisy today, and he was more cordial than before.Tuanzi thought happily.

But when Damian talked to her, he always looked at Tony. The more he looked, the more cordial he seemed to be. The subtle reverse psychological tendency made the young master so cordial that he almost took out a check to lend Daisy a sum of money.

Damian's home is in Gotham, and when he comes out for a walk, most of the time it's because his cat wants to.

Alfred has a free heart. Once Damian takes him out, he is either looking for a cat or on the way to look for it.

His little patience with people can be infinitely magnified in small animals. Finding a cat is hard work, and he never complains.

This is a very nice advantage.

"The exit is over there." Tony said.

It was a false alarm, and the children's jungle adventure would continue. The old father found out that Damian was also walking together, and reminded him kindly.

"There is more than one exit, Mr. Stark." Damian said.

He can still show a bright smile of a young man. Fortunately, he doesn't like to talk to many little carrots at the same time. During the short intersection of the road, there are more movements of bowing his head and petting the cat than words.

Daisy would rather talk to Damian.

"My dad and I came to play." Not afraid of falling behind, she slowed down and walked beside Damian, looking at his cat for a while and him for a while, "Is your dad coming too?"

"No." Damian said, "He's busy."

"So you play by yourself in the woods." Daisy suddenly realized.

When it comes to playing ball, Damian himself doesn't believe it, and Tony doesn't believe it either.

Not far from the place where Alfred appeared, there were a lot of fallen leaves under a big tree, all of which were still fresh and green, cut from it, split into two, and fell on the ground like many butterflies with broken wings.

The new Robin next to Batman is still young, exactly Damian's age.

There was some intriguing meaning in the eyes of the old father.

When Daisy saw Damian, she remembered the last time they fed the little squirrel together.

Before she set off, she put some peanuts in her bag to feed the small animals in the woods, but so far she has not seen a small animal willing to come close to eat peanuts.

Damian's cat doesn't eat either.

"Shall we feed the little squirrel together next time?" Daisy asked.

Damian glanced at her.

"Your father won't agree." He was very matter-of-fact.

"Why not?" Tuanzi was a little puzzled.

Damian didn't say why.

The nearest exit talking room is right in front of him. He hugged the cat and bid farewell to the family adventure group he met halfway.

Family adventures are not uncommon at the Wayne family, but in far scarier places than the woods.

Sheldon began to find a little bit of rare joy in the excursions.

He and Tony have a common language. When Daisy meets a tree or bird she doesn’t know, she can ask her father, and Tony can always answer. Sheldon will occasionally intervene, talking from natural knowledge to physical knowledge. , the brain cells were excited, and began to confuse myself, convincing myself that the journey was not bad.

If the accident of spider falling is ruled out.

Mr. Cooper, with his son behind his back, had few opportunities to intervene.

In the evening, the twilight merged, and the woods were dyed a thick yellow by the setting sun. It was time to pitch the tent.

Tony still has a ways to go.

"It seems to be a private forest ahead, Mr. Stark." Mr. Cooper reminded, "We can't go there."

"You can go." Tony signaled him to follow, "This is my family's woodland."

When Missy heard it, she asked Daisy, "Is that your woods?"

"It belongs to my family." Daisy nodded, "Daddy bought it last night."

It is not safe to spend the night in an open forest area. Considering that it is only for hiking, the forest land Tony bought is not large, and it may be donated to be merged with this open forest area in the future.

Happy was already waiting ahead.

Mr. Cooper is still gearing up to set up a tent with his son. Only when he arrived at the brightly lit campsite did he realize that there is no use for heroes. The tent has already been set up, as long as people are put in it. get ready.

If it was more considerate, Hapi might put the meat on it to brush the sauce.

Sheldon saw the tent as if he saw heaven.

At this time, he showed a strong will to survive and tenacious physical strength. He slid down Mr. Cooper's back, got into the tent and lay flat, feeling that his body and mind were under the care of God, and he regained his vitality.

Unlike Mrs. Cooper, the four-year-old Sheldon is already a staunch atheist, but at this time, he is willing to believe that there is a natural force similar to God, which is taking care of his life.

Daisy and Missy got in too.

Tuanzi was about to sit down, but when he saw the shoes being kicked in a mess, he leaned out half of his body, tidied them up carefully, and then came in to play with Missy.

"Your father is so kind!" Missy said to Daisy.

Tony has thought of everything he needs to think about, and there is nothing missing that needs to be prepared. If the time is not tight, it may not be necessary to temporarily build a house on the ground.

"Your father is also very good." Daisy said.

Mr. Cooper heard outside, doing a stretch, going to wash his hands and make Texas BBQ with Happy.

The grandmother of the Cooper family is a master at making barbecue. Although Mr. Cooper has not yet received her true instruction, his own craftsmanship is not bad. When the meat is gradually cooked and the aroma spreads among the trees, he lures the three little ones out of the tent. out.

"Here you are." The chubby Mr. Cooper put the sliced ​​meat on a dinner plate and handed it to the three hungry children.

He saw that his son Sheldon suddenly became polite, and he didn't eat first, and passed the plate to Tony who was opening the beer next to him.

"Mr. Stark, yours." Sheldon said.

Mr. Cooper lowered his eyes, smiled and said to Daisy who was eating meat with puffy cheeks, "Don't burn your mouth."

The roast meat was fragrant, tender and delicious, and Daisy ate three slices in one go.

She pouted her oily mouth, and wanted to come to kiss her father, and she was not angry when she was rejected. She held up the juice glass and wanted to clink glasses with Tony.

"But you can't drink a lot, Dad?" Daisy said.

"I don't drink a lot," Tony said.

"Simpson said." Tuanzi thought about what Simpson had said, and relayed it to the old father, "It said that you drink a lot and you will gain weight in middle age."

"Oh?" Tony smiled.

Simpson, who was having fun thousands of miles away, suddenly shivered.

"But Mr. Cooper drinks a lot too," Daisy whispered to her father. "It's not good."

Tony then looked up at Sheldon's dad.

Mr. Cooper did not know when he was not sitting in the circle of everyone, drinking beer by himself behind the tent.

Of course he is very happy to come out to play, but he doesn't seem very happy now.

"Because I eat a lot of meat?" Daisy asked.

"It's not because of you," Tony said.

The Stark father and daughter spoke quietly, but Missy didn't hear them.She was watching the cartoon on the tablet, thankful for the signal in the woods, and did not miss the new plot every day.

Sheldon put down the cutlery.

He glanced in the direction of his father, said nothing, thought for a while, and walked slowly.

Mr. Cooper put the empty beer cans in the garbage bag.

He has a lovely body, not as good as Tony's, but he feels very secure.

He bent down, trying to get another can of beer to drink, when he heard footsteps.

Looking back, it was Sheldon standing behind him.

"Aren't you happy, Dad?" Sheldon asked.

He has a kind of doubt of seeking knowledge, just like when he encounters a difficult math problem, which makes Mr. Cooper want to laugh helplessly while being depressed.

"No," he said, "I'm not upset, Sheldon."

"But there should be a proper term for you to be drunk now." Sheldon pointed out calmly.

There was a lot of dirt on the ground, and the picnic cloth under Mr. Cooper's buttocks was not big enough, and there was only a small space left. The little boy looked hesitantly, and went over to sit with him.

"Then, you, like me, think the jungle adventure is boring." Sheldon said.

"No, no." Mr. Cooper looked at his son, picked up the beer can and put it back, "I just thought, the gap between me and Mr. Stark is a bit big."

"Yes." The ruthless Sheldon nodded in agreement, "He is the chairman of Stark Industries, and you are the football coach."

Mr. Cooper felt that the conversation could be over: "So you envy Daisy. The best thing I can give you and Missy today is that plate of roast beef."

Sheldon fell silent.

He was looking at Mr. Cooper's expression, like a professor studying gorillas, which is not derogatory, because no one else is as focused as him.

"What are you looking at?" Mr. Cooper asked him.

"Mr. Stark has a good mind, and you're good at football," Sheldon said. "His tent is good, and your barbecue is good."

Mr. Cooper was a little dizzy: "What do you want to say?"

"In terms of wealth, you may not be as good as Mr. Stark." Shelton moved into a comfortable position and squeezed with him, debating seriously, "But as a father, you are as good as him."

"I can't buy you a wood." Mr. Cooper smiled.

"Well." Sheldon said, "Didn't you give us barbecue? It's not as delicious as grandma's, but I like it very much."