[Zhongyingmei] I'm the villain boss, okay?

When Sophia dazedly put on the little princess dress that Grandpa Jarvis bought for herself, she smelled a delicious smell of baked bread.

She opened her eyes slightly, wriggled her little nose like a kitten, and pushed open the door impatiently.

"Come out? It happens that breakfast is ready, wash your hands and eat."

Stark swung the shovel in his hand calmly, but his eyes were very honestly staring at the vegetable pie in the pan, as if it was an extremely important business negotiation.

"Ok!"

Sophia was very excited, she hadn't eaten the breakfast made by her subordinates yet - it smelled delicious.

"Ding!"

The burnt-yellow slices of bread jumped out of the bread machine with a "bass", and rushed into Sophia's little nose with a rich aroma.

The girl swallowed unconsciously, and obediently sat on the small bench picking a shiny knife and fork.

"Let's have some bread first, the vegetable pie will be ready soon."

Seemingly casual, Stark pulled out a woven basket very quickly, quickly put the bread slices in, and quickly returned to the frying pan, nervously flipping the vegetable cake.

call......

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then put the bread basket on the dining table.

"Bread and jam - less jam, too much sugar."

"What's that?" Sophia's eyes were locked on the frying pan.

"...Fried vegetable cakes, it will be ready soon, if you are hungry, eat some bread first."

To be honest, Stark was a little guilty about the vegetable cake in his hand——the recipe was real, so imprecise, with a small amount of salt, and an appropriate amount of oil, who knew what it was all about!

After a while, the vegetable cakes in the pot finally reached the "fried until golden on both sides" mentioned in the recipe. Stark decisively turned off the induction cooker, and shoveled the vegetable cakes into Sophia's cute pink children's dish.

"It's a little hot, be careful." Stark turned to heat a glass of milk for the child.

Sophia stared straight at the golden vegetable pancake in front of her eyes, anxiously waiting for it to cool enough to be eaten, almost wanting to pull the blue man over to blow some air-conditioning.

When Stark returned with the milk, he saw the little girl's big eyes staring cutely at the vegetable cake in front of him, and he couldn't help itching in his heart, as if someone had gently stirred it with a feather.

"Okay, let's eat." Stark couldn't help but bend the corners of his eyes, rubbed the child's little head, and took a piece of bread and ate it himself.

"...Classes today and tomorrow are cancelled. Did you say you wanted to go to Disneyland last time? This time I will take you to play." Stark glanced at the little princess dress on Sophia, and said lightly .

"Yeah." Sophia responded, but she didn't seem to be as excited as Stark imagined.

"What's wrong?" Stark put down the fork in his hand.

"It's nothing..." Sophia continued eating the vegetable pie.

"..."

Stark paused and said nothing.

A breakfast passed quietly, like 6 broken eggshells lying quietly in the trash can, silently.

While washing the tableware, the tap water "squeaked" on Stark's hands from the water pipe, which made him a little dazed.

He inexplicably recalled his childhood.Although my mother was very busy at that time, she always insisted on making some simple breakfast for herself when she had time.

One of the most common ones is a delicious egg pancake.

At that time, he was always envious of his deskmate, who had a breakfast of different styles carefully prepared by his mother every day, while he only had ordinary egg pancakes.

But he never thought that the omelet that looks so simple...has so many unimaginably complicated processes.

The flour should not be too much, nor too little; the batter should not be too thick, let alone too runny.Even breaking an egg perfectly is not an easy task.

"......that."

Suddenly, Stark, who was wandering in the sky, felt that the corner of his clothes was gently pulled.

"what happened?"

He turned off the tap and looked down at the child with a sad face.

"Will Grandpa Jarvis go with us?" Sophia's big eyes were full of self-evident expectations.

"..."

Stark froze.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable, indescribable feeling rushed into his chest, sour and a little awkward.

"...Grandpa Jarvis has something to do these two days, so we can't come together, don't you, I mean, you—won't I accompany you?" Stark turned around, but still didn't Hold back, ask out the mouth.

"Oh." The girl was obviously a little disappointed, but she didn't say much, just nodded obediently, turned her head and went back to her room.

Stark packed up the kitchen in silence, followed Monday's instructions, and after packing the children's commonly used things, he knocked on Sophia's door again.

"Baby, are you ready?" Stark asked softly.

"Okay!" The girl had already swept away the disappointment just now, and agreed excitedly, and the door opened in response.

The little girl with black hair and black eyes is wearing Snow White's lovely red and blue tutu skirt, with a super mini light pink schoolbag on her shoulders, looking up watery at the human being with whom she spends her days and nights.

Sophia: Sure enough, no human can defeat the power of the devil—look, my subordinates should take me to Disneyland!

Stark looked at the little child, his heart softened, and suddenly he couldn't remember any of the things he had been struggling with just now, leaving only a soft warmth in his mouth.

"Let's go." He took Sophia's little hand and led her to the tarmac.

Two little people, one big and one small, stood side by side on the side of the tarmac, and watched excitedly the golden-red private jet marked with the "Stark Industries" logo land steadily in the gust of wind. on the ground.

"Boss! Little, little princess!"

Happy Hogan, who was chubby in his suit, strode down from the plane and waved to them enthusiastically.

Sophia looked left and right, and took Stark's big hand to board the luxurious plane.

"Stark, why is the plane red?"

Sophia kicked her legs happily on the large and comfortable seat.

"..." Stark paused, "Because...it looks good. And, don't you think it's particularly conspicuous, public?"

Sophia didn't understand what he was saying at all, tilted her head, and continued to pick the leather handle on the seat.

Happy Hogan: ...Little princess, don't pick it up, it's 10 knives each!

Of course, he didn't dare to speak in front of the boss who wanted to show off his money and was not short of money. He just silently cared about his pocket money in his heart and hoped that the boss would remember to allocate funds to him.

After several hours, the plane finally descended slowly, and finally landed on a narrow roof.

They went straight to the roof of a Stark Industries building near Disneyland in Orlando.

"First of all, this is the best place to overlook the castle, which happens to be the property owned by Mr. Zhou." Monday said cheerfully, "You can stand on a high place with Sophia overlooking the world's largest Disneyland, and get a different experience. "

Stark looked at the excited little girl beside him, silently boasting about the reliable Monday in his heart.

Later, they came directly to the entrance of Disney Park in a luxury nanny car.

"In order to make your journey the most immersive without losing convenience, Monday has customized a fast-track card for each project for you. When others are queuing up hard, enjoy the child's admiration for you!"

Stark: As expected of the artificial intelligence I designed, it is perfect and considerate.

Stark put on his sunglasses, and squeezed into the crowded first project with Sophia - "Avatar Leap".

After riding 4 or 5 exciting roller coasters in a row, Stark didn't feel much.

Honestly, have you ever experienced the feeling of falling vertically from [-] feet?

Tony Stark experienced it, and even felt a little bored.

However, Sophia had a great time playing.Although she is also a devil with wings, but after staying in the small reincarnation for a long time, she has never experienced such an exciting thing.

Several times when the roller coaster descended sharply, she couldn't help but let out three pairs of big wings - being restrained by the seat belt.

"Human stuff is so much fun!"

Sophia got off the roller coaster, holding a huge matcha ice cream cone, talking excitedly while biting the cone.

"However, are these all tools to punish them? For you weak humans without wings, what an ingenious idea!"

"..." Stark choked.

"Baby, did the teacher teach you the meaning of 'playground'?" Stark tactfully tried to save Sophia's three views.

"I've said it before." Sophia felt that the subordinates' brains might be intermittently going crazy again. "Most of the places built by humans for entertainment and leisure give tourists the ultimate feeling of stimulation or immersion in fantasy. They are suitable for family outings."

"Yes, yes." Stark quickly took over the words, "So, the playground is a place for everyone to relax and have fun—not punishment."

"What are you talking about?" Sophia stopped, looking inexplicably at the stupid subordinate who was several heads taller than herself, "Bewitching humans to commit violence against themselves, which then produces stimulation and fear - completely in line with Chapter 7 of "Hell Construction Guide" content?"

"...Oh my God! I forgot, you're human too!"

Sophia suddenly became nervous, feeling that the ice cream in her hand was no longer sweet.

"You must have been bewitched by the devil who built this place! Damn it!"

Sophia stuffed the cone into Stark's hand, folded her hands behind her back, and began to pace around anxiously.

Stark stared at Sophia's self-directed and self-acted series of actions just like this, and couldn't find a chance to interrupt at all.

"Father only taught me how to cast a curse, but he didn't teach me how to lift it..." Sophia was so worried that her hair started to grow, just as she subconsciously wanted to release three pairs of fidgety fans with big wings. While fanning, his subordinates held him down.

"You want to release your wings, don't you!" Stark suddenly became excited, looking around the bustling crowd, "You can't release them now, there are people here."

"...Oh oh." Sophia pouted, and slapped Stark's big hand off in frustration.

"No, I'm a devil. Why should I lift the curse? Isn't that what angels do?"

Sophia suddenly couldn't figure it out again, and stood there blankly.

"No, no, Stark is a bad guy, and he who curses a bad guy is a good guy, so I want to defeat a good guy and lift their curse. That's not right, why would a good guy know how to cast a curse?"

Sophia was completely confused.

Stark looked at the uncontrolled situation in front of him, and suddenly a trace of panic rose.

"No!" Sophia turned her head to look at Stark, "Are you a good person or a bad person?"

Stark had goosebumps.

He finally understands, as far as his child's brain circuit can't be saved, I don't know which goddamn father has instilled a lot of things in her. Well, I accidentally hurt myself.

"I'm a bad guy, really."

Stark had never been this sincere in his life.