Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

"The older child is asleep, why isn't the younger one asleep?" Tony asked.

He didn't know whether to be angry or laugh, he looked at the happy daughter, stretched out his hand, picked off the flying dumplings, and caught them in the master bedroom.

"I just don't want to sleep yet, Daddy," Daisy said.

Nestled in her father's arms, she was not sleepy at all. She stroked the old father's soft hair with her hands, and said softly, "I'm just very energetic."

"You won't think so when you wake up tomorrow," Tony said.

He put Daisy on the big bed, wrapped the child in a quilt, wrapped it into a fat cocoon, sat on the edge of the bed, took a book and said, "Go to sleep."

The fat cocoon rolled and rolled beside Tony.

Daisy couldn't move her hands and feet, she couldn't bear the softness of her body, she could stretch and bend over to read an adult's book.

"What are you reading, Dad?" Daisy asked.

"The Principles of Rocket Launching," Tony said.

Daisy lay back again.

Tony flipped through a few pages.

The daughter didn't move or make a sound for a while, he thought that Daisy had fallen asleep, and was about to dim the lamp by the bed, when he suddenly heard a tender voice beside him: "Dad, the rocket launch needs the first cosmic speed. "

It seems that I am really not sleepy tonight.

Tony turned his head to look, and asked Daisy, who was still wide-eyed: "Do you know what the first cosmic velocity is?"

"Without the first cosmic velocity, the rocket would not be able to go around the earth." Daisy said, "Selton said it."

"That's called circular motion," Tony said.

Daisy imitated: "Circular motion."

The old father simply put down the book, lay down on the bed, and turned sideways: "Then do you know what the second cosmic speed is?"

"I don't know." Daisy shook her head.

She was a little happy to see her father lying down to sleep, and she rolled over on Tony's side, hugging him affectionately.

"If there is a second cosmic speed, the rocket can leave the earth and make a circular motion around the sun." Tony said: "It must reach at least 11.2 kilometers per second."

"That is very soon." Daisy said.

Tony said: "If it reaches the third cosmic speed, the rocket can..."

"You can leave the sun." Daisy said.

The father listened to her and took a look at her: "You are very smart."

"Because I'm just like Dad," Daisy said.

If Sheldon had heard these conversations, he would have said that this was the most simple logical reasoning, and would have pointed his hand kindly to the head: "Think like a human, okay?"

I forgot how long it took to talk about the three major cosmic speeds, Daisy only fell asleep in a daze during the conversation, and gradually fell into a dream, dreaming that she became a flying rocket, flying out of the earth, out of the solar system, and into the distant universe .

Flying and flying, suddenly homesick.

But Dad didn't come with him.

If the rocket flies alone, how fast will it go home?

Peter stayed at Stark's house for a day and a night, and returned to Queens before Thanksgiving.

When Spider-Man is not at Stark's house, Stark's house is very lively, and after he comes, the house is even more lively.

A big one and a small one ran around the room, even though he was already a college student, he still had to scream when playing with children, but was discovered by minions later, the banana capsules heard the sound and joined the playing team, then It's even more incredible.

Tony felt like the roof of the villa was going to be knocked off.

"If you break the vase again, I'll hit your ass with a baseball bat." The serious head of the family pointed at the ceramic shards on the ground.

Peter squatted on the ground to pick it up.

And the little yellow men who made mistakes bowed their heads in front of Tony one by one, and they were full of remorse at first, but when they heard Tony's words, they couldn't help deserting again.

Kevin licked Stewart's arm: "Dad said ass."

"Ha, butt." Stuart burst out laughing.

He also licked Bob's arm: "You hear me, ass."

"Ha, ass." Bob laughed.

Minions love all butt-related jokes, and the more they think about it, the more they find Tony's words funny, all of them puffing and puffing underneath, thinking they're farting.

The chairman's eyes finally became sharp.

The minions finally went back to the ground crying, they could not play on it, nor could they watch the animal world with Peter.

But the family didn't have any grievances overnight. In a blink of an eye, when Thanksgiving came, the minions still ran up to spend the holiday with Tony.

Daisy's pile of presents, from all over the United States, piled up into a small mountain in the living room.

She also bought gifts for Tony, took out some money from the piggy bank, followed Wendy to the supermarket to shop, and grabbed a pillow with the name "Pig Raising Champion of the Year".

Really sweet.

Although Daisy used a paintbrush to add the words "and Dad" on the back, it still couldn't hide the light of the pig raising champion.

"I don't remember when I had a side hustle," Tony said.

"That's the coolest pillow ever!" said Daisy.

If the old father knew that this was his daughter's pick from a bunch of "cow of the year" and "beauty winner of the year", he would think that the pig champion was not bad.

Tony accepts Daisy's gift.From then on, on the sofa of the Stark family, the special seat for the head of the family, there is a "Pig Raising Champion of the Year" all the year round. After many years of use, it is very worn out, but it is not thrown away.

The Minions also have presents for Tony.

They came up in groups, lined up in a neat row, and expressed their gratitude to the old father respectfully in front of Tony.

"Thank you for loving me, Dad," Kevin said.

"Thank you for the delicious bananas, Dad." Stuart said.

"Don't know what to thank you for, but thank you, Dad," Bob said.

Each of them carried a bulging bag in their hands, looking full of heart.

Although there was no expression on Tony's face, as if he was very cold, but the corners of his eyes and brows still showed a little joy. He distributed the gifts to the minions, and reached for their packages, wanting to see what gifts these banana capsules prepared for him. give him.

After all, he still doesn't like to take things from others.

Say it silently three times first, don't be a weapon with high lethality, don't be a weapon with lethality.

"No, Dad." Kevin said, "This is not a gift for Dad."

He opened the bag and showed it to Tony. It was full of snacks, water and towels.

After the minions discussed it, they planned to make Tony less worried on Thanksgiving and give him a minion-free day.

This kind of filial piety can be said to move the heavens, and they are also very self-aware, and finally understand how noisy they are at home.

Tony was surprised.

"So where are you going?" he asked.

"Go outside." Kevin patted Tony's hand, "Don't worry, Dad."

A group of minions poured out of the gate of Stark's house like a wave.

They probably didn't go far, because they didn't buy air tickets in advance, and they didn't bring clothes.

But just the moment their figures disappeared at the door, Tony suddenly realized how big and quiet his house was.

"Could you come back earlier?" Daisy reluctantly waved at the door.

Today's Thanksgiving dinner, so four people will eat together.

Tony, Daisy and Wendy, and Colonel Rhodes who joined in the middle.

Throughout the day, no one made trouble at home, no vase was broken, and no one ate Wendy's snacks before dinner, as if everything was under control.

Rod is opening Thanksgiving presents with Daisy.

"Look, I gave you this set of princess capsules." Rhodes was showing off his gift, "A super-large prince capsule is included! Do you like it?"

"I like it!" Daisy said happily.

If there were little yellow people around, they would have swarmed over to watch, or those who accidentally trampled on other gifts, or those who accidentally knocked Daisy down, would cause a mess.

Not today.

"Dinner is ready!" Wendy came over and said.

A cozy candlelight dinner for four.

The Thanksgiving dinner should be rich. Wendy has been busy in the kitchen all afternoon, cooking a lot of dishes and filling the table.

"I want to eat a piece of meat." Daisy said happily, holding the fork.

She really likes the holidays.

"I'll cut it for you, I'll cut it for you." Rhodes got up quickly.

He enjoys feeding his friend's children, but he is stingy with putting a piece of meat on his friend's plate when it is handed to him: "You don't have hands yourself?"

Treating one more favorably than another is probably a taboo in maintaining friendship.

Tony was eating dinner, and remembered that there was a festival - I forgot what festival - and had dinner with the minions.

The living room above couldn't fit, so I went to the minion's underground paradise for dinner.

Who can imagine what it's like to sit and eat with a pot of boiling corn, with ears on both sides "Zi'er, wa, zi, wa", as if you are about to be blown into popcorn.

In fact, it is quite lively.

Minion-free day has passed for most of the day, and the house has been quiet for most of the day.

The snow against the cold moon, such a beautiful night scene, the four members of the Stark family enjoyed it in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Why don't Kevin and the others go home?" Daisy asked.

Rhodes kissed her hair: "I must be back soon."

He was right. When the evening news was broadcast, the Minions came back from the outside in a mighty way. Such a grand scene can only be compared with the crowds crowded in tourist attractions on legal holidays.

Not only did they come back, they also brought back a lot of things, which they snapped up at the supermarket that held the Thanksgiving Day discount event, everything from clothes and bags to half a roast chicken, and even bought wigs.

Tony stayed in the study, reading a book, but the book hasn't turned a page for a long time.

Not long ago, he asked Jarvis about the whereabouts of the minions, and after learning that the minions were about to go home, he always had a very deep expression.

"Sir, I can understand your mood." The smart butler said, "Although they are very noisy, often break things, steal food, and secretly make weapons, they are not obedient, but if they really leave the house, you must have mixed feelings .”

"Good." Tony said.

"I've never felt this way before, have I?"

"That's right." The head of the family sighed slightly, "It's just..."

"Simply a paradise on earth."

Happy hours are always short.

When Tony heard that the minions went shopping crazily and swiped his card, and the slip would be sent home tomorrow, he understood this sentence more deeply.

Since then, Anthony Stark has been looking forward to Thanksgiving every year, just like Little Bear is looking forward to honey, Spider-Man and the Supreme Master are looking forward to getting rich.