Marvel's father of superheroes

"Hank!"

"Mike!"

Amidst the pleasantries, the two hugged.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Mike looked at Hank Pym: "You look pretty good, you are still so energetic."

"Of course."

Hank Pym smiled and patted Mike on the shoulder, and hugged Raven again.

"Welcome, ever beautiful Raven."

Raven smiled and nodded.

"Uncle Hank, this is a gift for you."

Gwen handed some gift boxes to Hank Pym, and little Lamb on the side also hurriedly handed out the red wine in his hand.

Hank Pym took it with a smile.

"Gwen is getting more and more beautiful. She is a big girl now."

Gwen said happily: "Uncle Hank is becoming more and more charming."

"You can talk!"

The wrinkles on Hank Pym's smiling face gathered together.

"This is Lamb, it's... so big!"

Hank Pym looked at the well-behaved little Lamb with amazement in his tone.

Although he had heard about Little Lamb, when he actually saw Little Lamb, he still couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.

"Uncle Mike! Come in!"

Hope happily greeted the Mike family and welcomed the Mike family in, while Hank Pym was carrying a gift box and a bottle of red wine, just like an old butler who went out to buy goods and followed the host's house.

Hank Pym's face darkened.

"Let me do it."

Clark smiled and walked towards Hank Pym and took the thing from the other man's hand.

Hank Pym nodded with satisfaction.

This boy has eyes and is worthy of being my future son-in-law.

Back home, Hope served drinks to everyone and sat next to Clark.

Mike and Raven sat opposite Hank, Gwen's eyes kept turning on Clark and Hope, with a smile in her eyes, while little Lamb looked around curiously, watching the people who kept coming out of the corner. Ants coming and going.

"You are here this time..."

"For their wedding."

"wedding……"

"You have the final say on how it will be held."

"The two of them..."

"It's a perfect match!"

"Mike, you..."

"A handsome and charming man!"

The corner of Hank Pym's mouth twitched: "Shameless, can you let me tell you a complete sentence?"

"What else do you have to say?"

Mike smiled and looked at Hank Pym.

Hank Pym opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a long time.

Good guy, it seems like the affairs of Clark and Hope were decided in just a few sentences.

Of course, the main reason is that the two families are too familiar with each other. The two children have known each other since childhood and there is nothing to know about each other. Both of them are very satisfied with each other.

Hank Pym glared at Mike: "You're still so annoying."

"Hate?"

Mike pinched his chin and said in a low voice: "You hate me, but you still have such a good relationship with me, and you still keep in touch with me after so many years. It's like true love."

"roll roll roll!"

Hank Pym waved his hand angrily.

Mike spread his hands, looking innocent.

Looking at the two bickering people, Clark and the others couldn't help laughing.

These two are old friends, and only they who have known each other for more than 20 years can joke like this.

Hope and Clark's marriage was decided in just a few words.

After chatting for a while, Mike looked towards the stairs and said, "Hey, my friend over there, why don't you come out and meet me?"

"Haha! I told you I would find out!"

Scott Lang smiled awkwardly and walked out slowly. Seeing everyone looking at him, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

After all, he was just a thief a few days ago, and now he met Mike Kent.

"Hello, my name is Scott Lang, I'm Hank's employee, nice to meet you."

Scott Lang excitedly introduced himself to Mike.

Mike nodded to it: "Mike Kent!"

Scott Lang said excitedly: "Are you really that Mike Kent?"

"If you were the Kent one...yes!"

Mike admitted his identity generously.

Before they arrived, the family had dropped their disguises.

Scott Lang said excitedly: "Can I get an autograph?"

sign?

Mike was startled. This was the first time someone asked for his autograph.

"can."

He responded, and under Hank Pym's speechless gaze, Scott Lang took out a photo and a pen and handed them to Mike.

Mike looked at the photo and was stunned for a moment.

It's a picture of him sitting on the throne.

"This photo?"

"Your previous videos were very popular, and these photos are now sold in many places."

"Have it?"

Mike muttered.

Hope smiled and said: "Of course, Uncle Mike, you have no idea how hot you are right now."

The video of the fight in front of the White House is still the most viewed video in the world so far.

The battle that took place on the planet Kent some time ago was circulated due to the presence of tourists on the planet Kent, and a video was circulated, which once again made Mike popular and created a new legend.

"Haha, I really didn't pay attention!"

Mike laughed happily and signed his name on the photo.

Scott Lang put away his words happily, grinning from the corner of his mouth to the back of his ears.

"What's so happy about, isn't it just a photo?"

Hank Pym looked at Mike's proud face and felt very unhappy. He extended his hand to Scott Lang and said, "Here, I'll sign your autograph too!"

"What do I need from you? It's worthless!"

Looking at the autographed photo, Scott Lang, who was in an excited state, subconsciously said something, but then he felt two cold eyes falling on him.

Shivering unconsciously, Scott Lang raised his head stiffly, gave Hank Pym a dry smile, turned around and ran upstairs.

"Ah! I'm going to practice ant control again!"

"Come to the kitchen with me later and help make lunch."

Hank Pym said coldly, and Scott Lang responded loudly.

Hope and Clark looked at each other and shuddered.

Scott Lang had no idea what would happen soon, and he would definitely regret it.

I hope it won't affect our actions tonight...

Do not!

It must affect tonight’s actions!

Hope's eyes lit up.

This is an opportunity!

As long as Scott Lang faints from his father's cooking, she will be the one to go on the mission tonight!

When he thought about it, Hope started to look forward to it.

"Mike! You must try my handiwork today."

Hank Pym said calmly, and walked to the kitchen without waiting for Mike to refuse.

"This old guy is still so competitive. It's really..."

Mike muttered as he opened a portal, disappeared in front of everyone, and returned to his home.

The material he wanted was simply not available here.

A few minutes later, Scott Lang rushed into the kitchen under the pitying eyes of Hope and Clark.

"Sister Hope, those smells won't come out, right?"

Gwen asked worriedly, swallowed her saliva and said, "How about we go out."

After a while, this place will become a 'biochemical' battlefield.

"fine."

Hope shook his head and said: "Hank has upgraded the kitchen. There will be no smell coming out. It's just that the process of making it... is difficult to explain in words."

"When they come out, let's stay away."

Clark felt a little headache and pressed his eyebrows.

The crowd nodded wildly.

They have experienced the war between Mike and Hank many times, and every time it is very "tragic". They don't want to be involved, and only Scott Lang, who has never experienced it, will be so happy. Agree to help in the kitchen.

A few minutes later, after Scott Lang put the photos away, he happily walked out of the building.

Everyone looked at him with complicated eyes.

There is pity, there is admiration...

Scott Lang was stunned for a moment, scratched his hair, and wondered: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Come on!" Gwen made a cheering gesture to him: "You must protect yourself!"

"?"

Scott Lang was stunned for a moment before he realized that Gwen was talking about going to the kitchen.

"Aren't you just going to help with cooking?" Scott Lang asked doubtfully: "I also helped out two days ago. It doesn't matter, Hank won't eat me."

He made a humorous joke and walked into the kitchen with a smile.

"Sister? Is it dangerous?"

Little Lamb asked doubtfully.

"You'll know in a while."

Gwen said quietly, pulling little Lamb back two steps.

A few minutes later, Scott Lang's coughing and screaming began.

Everyone shuddered unconsciously.

"Snapped!"

Scott Lang opened the kitchen door.

At this time, his face was covered with tears, and his nose and mouth were like a sponge. He greedily breathed the air outside, stretched out his hands to everyone, and shouted miserably: "Help!"

At the same time, a creepy smell wafted out of the kitchen.

"Come in for me!"

Hank Pym grabbed Scott Long by the shoulders and dragged him inside.

"Save me! Save me!"

Scott Lang screamed miserably.

He finally understood why Gwen told him to be careful.

"boom!"

Looking at the closed kitchen door, everyone swallowed in horror.

How terrible is the smell inside that it can force a person to do this.

Half an hour later, the kitchen door was opened, and everyone was shocked. They held their breath tightly, stepped back unconsciously, and took steps towards the door.

They'll run out at any moment.

"It doesn't smell like anything?"

Little Lamb sniffed slightly and asked with some doubts.

Everyone was startled and sniffed slightly.

It really has no taste.

Just as they were wondering, Hank Pym came out carrying a plate.

He looked at everyone's expressions and snorted softly.

"They are all a group of people without courage, worse than Scott."

Hank Pym had exhausted all the smell in the kitchen before he came out.

Everyone looked at each other.

"By the way, where's Scott?"

Hope asked, looking towards the kitchen curiously, with hope shining in her eyes.

As long as Scott Lang is prevented from participating in tonight's plan, she will have to carry it out.

So...come on!Scott!

"Help, help!"

A weak voice came from the kitchen.

Scott crawled on the ground and climbed out of the kitchen with difficulty.

Tears were streaming down his face and his eyes were blurred, as if he had been severely tortured.

Seeing this scene, everyone shuddered and moved farther away from Hank Pym.

Hank Pym glanced at Scott Lang and said: "It's really useless..."

"Indeed, he is so useless!"

Hope nodded in agreement, but before she could say the second half of her sentence, Hank Pym glanced at her: "What a waste, I can complete the task tonight."

He looked at Clark: "He's taking him to the ventilator. It's best to get some oxygen. There's oxygen upstairs above me."

Clark nodded, walked to Scott Lang, picked it up, and walked upstairs.

"Uncle Hank, where's the stuff you made? Why don't you smell anything?"

Gwen's curious eyes fell on the plate in Hank Pym's hand.

"I use new technology to seal all the flavors in the food. Only when you put it in your mouth and bite it, all the delicious flavors will appear like an explosion."

Gwen was startled and murmured: "Bomb?"

"That's quite an apt description."

Hank Pym nodded.

At this moment, a constantly rotating portal scattered with golden energy particles appeared in front of everyone.

Mike also appeared in front of everyone carrying a plate.

The food on the plate was rolling like lava, and everyone gasped as they watched, and even the corners of Hank Pym's mouth were twitching crazily.

This bastard, this is too cruel.

There was a flash of light on Mike's hand, and after receiving the plate of lava-like food into his portable space, he waved to everyone: "I made some food for you."

With that said, he walked towards the restaurant and placed plates of delicious food on the dining table. Then he walked aside with the plate of food and said to Hank Pym: "Come on!"

Hank Pym raised his eyes and looked at the beating 'magma'. He had the illusion that if he took a bite, a hole would be burned out.

Hank Pym was holding the plate in his hand and looking at the cute ball-shaped snacks on the plate, he felt that he had acted lightly.

Mike picked it with his finger, and a card disappeared, and then a simple barrier appeared, surrounding the space around the two of them.

This is a barrier to prevent the smell from escaping.

While everyone was eating the delicious food made by Mike, they looked at the two of them nervously and curiously, their eyes moving back and forth on the plates in their hands.

No matter how you look at it, you still think Mike’s food is more dangerous.

And Hank Pym thought so too, so he groaned and said with a sneer on his face: "Let's compare in a different way this time!"

"Another way?"

"Yes!" Hank Pym said calmly: "We eat what we make. Whoever finishes it first wins."

"no!"

Mike firmly objected, but he was already cheering in his heart.

It was not what he expected.

Hank Pym sneered: "If you're scared, just admit defeat."

Mike hesitated for a moment, but he was laughing wildly in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said, "Am I afraid? You're kidding! Come on!"