Marvel's Father Earth

In Manhattan, New York City, the rush hour for work has passed, and the noisy and crowded streets have not calmed down, and are still full of lively hustle and bustle.

"Mr. Myron, your breakfast."

"Thank you, Mr. Li, thank you for running there every day."

"You're welcome, Mr. Main, you paid for it."

"I see you're thinking about the tip?"

"Ah haha, it depends on what you said."

Just kidding, Maier still tipped a few dollars to this Mr. Li. He is the owner of a Chinese breakfast shop in Chinatown not far away. It is small but the taste is quite authentic, so Maier often goes there. After eating breakfast at this breakfast shop, I became familiar with it after going there a few times. Now I don't need to go to the store, Boss Li will deliver breakfast.

Not only because Maier, who is a white man, did not despise them at all, but was very enthusiastic towards them, and would help the Chinese in Chinatown from time to time, winning their favor, but also because Maier always gave a lot of money to them. tip.

What they don't know is that behind Myr'in's appearance, there is hidden the soul of a flower grower. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and he has never forgotten his roots.

"Thank you, Mr. Li, your cooking is still so delicious."

"As long as you like it, Mr. Myron."

"It's a pity that I couldn't find an authentic Chinese restaurant."

"I'm sorry that I can't help you, Mr. Maier. In order to adapt to the customers in the beautiful country, the taste has been adjusted accordingly. It's not easy for you to eat authentic Chinese food here. If you are free, you can come to me Our motherland not only has the most authentic Chinese food, but also has beautiful mountains, water and beautiful people.”

"Of course, I will go if I have the chance." Maierin nodded.

Whenever the two of them chat about that mysterious Eastern country, Mr. Li, who can only be considered a low-class person, will always be filled with pride unconsciously, as if it is engraved in his bones.

In this regard, Maier understands this feeling very well. The same was true for him in the past, no, he is now. He often had the urge to contribute to his motherland in his previous life and once again witness her beautiful mountains and rivers. .

However, he did not dare. The restrictions left by the Eastern Immortal Gods were too terrifying. People as powerful as Tong Hu and others would only be monitored, but if they broke through humans and reached the realm of gods, they would be greatly suppressed if they set foot in that area. , the stronger the strength, the stronger the suppression. Before he fully understands what that restriction is, he will not go to the eastern land again.

"There is still something to do in the store, so I'll leave first. Mr. Myron, I wish you a nice day."

"Thank you."

After Merin left, he glanced at the soy milk and steamed buns in his pocket, smiled, and prepared to go back to the house, but his attention was attracted by a voice on the side.

"Hank, what is that? It smells so good."

"I don't know, it should be some kind of food, right? Well...Hope, how about we discuss it?"

"I'm hungry, Hank."

"Didn't you have breakfast just now?"

"But I'm hungry again."

"...Okay, let me try."

After the words fell, the man wearing glasses walked towards Maierin.

"Hey, sir, can I buy the food in your hand? Don't worry, money is not an issue."

Maierin glanced at him, then at the little girl behind him whose eyes were full of desire but with a hint of teasing, and grinned.

"Sorry, sir, this is not for sale."

"How about we discuss it further? If I pay three times the price, you can buy two more breakfasts like this, right?"

"Sorry, I told you, this is not for sale." Merin still refused.

"Listen, I..." The man put away his friendly discussion attitude and said something else with a serious face. In order to meet his daughter's needs, he even planned to give up the discussion and say some harsh words.

But he was confused by Maierin's behavior, because Maierin walked directly past him towards the little girl and squatted down in front of her.

"Wait! You..." The man was startled by Merin's move. He thought that his behavior had angered the other party and that the other party wanted to hurt his daughter. He quickly took out a small dart from his pocket. He was about to throw it at Merin, but his hand that was charging was still.

I saw Maierin taking out a bun directly from the bag and handing it to the little girl, and said kindly: "Take it, child. Although I know you are not hungry, you can still taste it."

"Huh? Did you see it?" The little girl was stunned for a moment, the vigilance in her eyes disappeared, and there was a look of doubt.

"Of course, but...your father is so interesting." Myron said with a wink.

"Keke, is that right? I think so too. Can you tell me your name?" the little girl asked.

"Of course, little lady, my name is Merin."

"Uncle, just call me Hope."

"Hope? What a nice name."

"I think so too."

……

The man was watching with mixed emotions. He was very happy because his daughter looked very happy. He rarely saw his daughter so happy. But he was also jealous because this happiness was not because of him. , but a stranger we just met!

The man silently put away the darts, just at this moment Myrin and Hope also walked towards him.

"...Thank you." Thousands of words were blocked in my heart, and finally they were summarized into this sentence.

"You're welcome. A child's smile is priceless, isn't it?"

"...Yes." The man looked at his daughter, with a happy smile on his face, and nodded with a smile, "I'm sorry just now, my name is Hank, Hank Pym."

"Maine."

"You live here?"

"This is it." Maierin pointed to his house.

"Then we are neighbors. We just moved here." Hank also pointed to the house next to him.

"It seems like life is going to get interesting." Myron smiled.

"I think so too." As expected of a father and daughter, their mantras are exactly the same.

"Wow~ This is delicious! Uncle Myron, what is this called?" Hope asked happily.

"This is called a steamed bun, which is a kind of food from the East. It means "prosperity", which means that life is getting better and better." Merin introduced.

"I see! It's decided! My breakfast from now on will be steamed buns!"

"Haha, no problem." Hank would not refuse to agree to Hope's request, and he would answer it instantly.

"Don't worry, little lady, there are many delicious foods in Chinese food, and steamed buns are just one of them."

"really?"

"Of course, but the Chinese food here is not very authentic, so it may not be that delicious."

"That's such a shame." Hope's happy smile immediately fell down, and she suppressed her displeasure.

"Haha, I happen to be learning Chinese food recently. Can you come and taste it then? Beautiful lady."

"Huh? Of course!"

"Then it's settled."

"Uh-huh!"

The first friendly exchange between neighbors ended here. Myrne returned to the house with the remaining food, and Hank and Hope continued to be busy decorating their new home.

"We are so lucky, Hank, to have such great neighbors when we just moved here!"

"Yes, we are indeed lucky." Hank nodded with a smile, but he was thinking about Myron's identity in his heart. He did not forget that the moment he took out the dart, there was a breath locking him.

……

"Sir, that person..."

"I know, don't worry, Garen, this city is a place of destiny, it's normal for it to be different from ordinary people." Merin said.

Hank is no ordinary person. The moment Merin saw them, he was sure that the first generation Ant-Man was a superhero and also a genius scientist. He could change the size of micro-particles of biological mass, and even A great invention that allows people to enter the mysterious quantum realm.

And his wife is also the first person to successfully enter the quantum realm and return successfully, the original Wasp. Of course, she is still trapped in the quantum realm.

And the little girl Hope is the second-generation Wasp, the future superhero.

A family of superheroes.

"But……"

"Okay Galleon, let's have breakfast quickly. It won't taste good if it's cold."

"Sir, this is what I want to ask, your craftsmanship is much better than Mr. Li, why do you still buy breakfast from him?" Gallon asked angrily.

For Merin, it is not easy to become a master in cooking skills. Merin is indeed the same. He can still cook all kinds of delicacies from all over the world, and they are so delicious that Galen almost swallowed them all with his tongue. Go down, but Mai Er rarely cooks it himself and likes to buy food outside.

This makes Garen very uncomfortable, as if he has a paradise around him at all times, but can only stay in hell every day.

"When small happiness accumulates, doesn't it become huge happiness?" Maierin said with a smile.

Hearing this, Garen was in awe. Merin was indeed the god he believed in, always loving the earth and the world.

But the next second, he was embarrassed.

"Besides, do you still want me to cook for you every day? If I dare to cook, do you dare to eat?" Maier asked jokingly.

"I dare to eat!" Garen subconsciously expressed his desire, but he immediately regretted it.

He is a subordinate of Merin and asks his main god to cook for him every day. He really doesn't have the courage. Even if he really dares, if this matter spreads to the Holy Domain, Shion and Alex will probably bring everyone The Saints skinned him alive, and his brother Saga not only refused to protect him, but also kicked him a few more times (out of jealousy).

"Actually... it's not impossible, but there are conditions." Maier suddenly thought of something and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"I do!" Garen agreed directly without asking, and he risked his life for a paradise-like life.

Seeing this, the corners of Maierin's mouth curved even more, because Garen took the bait.

"I'll help you enroll in the law department of New York University. After you get your Ph.D., I'll cook from now on."

Hearing this, Garen's high-spirited expression immediately collapsed, and he looked like he was crying.

"Sir, I...don't I already...have a doctorate degree?" Garen lowered his head, bit by bit with his two index fingers, just like a child who had done something wrong.

"What degree?" Meyer rolled his eyes and asked angrily.

"Martial Arts...Martial Arts Department..."

"Tell me, when did the world have a doctorate in "Martial Arts"?"

"No...not long ago...newly..."

"Yes, you put your fist against Howard's face and asked him to add it for you."

"It's also a doctorate... isn't it?"

"It doesn't work, take the exam again! You are the only Golden Saint who is still a master."

"My lord, I am silver, not gold."

"Olufi, Rubioni, Misty, Magic Bell, Sharna..."

When Meryinmedo read out a name, Garen's head lowered and he almost fell to the ground.

"So... take the Ph.D. exam for me! How embarrassing!"

"woo woo woo woo……"