Chapter 92 Rice and Nicknames

Chapter 92 Rice and Nicknames

Clark smiled and brought out the prepared dinner.

Egg fried rice.

The plump rice is evenly spread on the plate, accompanied by golden eggs, which is very delicious.

"Eric, Charles, come to dinner."

He whispered to his two younger brothers.

After Eric put his helmet on, he and Charles carefully moved downstairs and were relieved to see the meal on the table.

It looks fine.

Fortunately, not what they thought.

"Clark, I thought you'd burn the rice!"

Eric said, and Charles sat at the table.

Clark's face froze slightly, and smiled: "You all have to finish eating."

Charles picked up the spoon and said, "No problem!"

Dig it down with a spoon, and when Charles and Eric were about to put it in their mouths, they looked at the charred black that appeared below, swallowed their saliva, and looked at Clark nervously.

Clark smiled: "Do you have any questions?"

"Your meal..."

"You promised to finish it."

"I……"

"Eat quickly!" Clark walked to Charles and said, "How about I feed you?"

"no need!"

Charles waved his hand, and in Eric's admiring eyes, he brought the meal to his mouth.

"Eric?"

Clark looked at the other person again.

Eric forced a smile, turned and ran.

But just as he turned around, Clark suddenly appeared in front of him and pressed him on the chair.

Eric: o(╥﹏╥)o

"Eat it! It's delicious!"

Clark looked at the two with a smile, but in Eric's eyes, that smile seemed to come from hell.

But he had no choice.

He picked up the spoon angrily and took a mouthful of rice.

A burnt taste rushed into his mouth, followed by bitterness, and saltiness that nearly broke him.

He looked at Charles with a bitter face, and when he saw that Charles was about to cry, his mood suddenly improved a lot.

Looking at the two younger brothers who took a big bite, Clark smiled comfortably, then took a bite himself, a red light flashed in his eyes, and he put down the spoon silently.

A moment later, after Charles and Eric survived, Clark served juice for them, silently took their plates, and put away his own share of fried rice.

"Why don't you eat?"

Eric questioned.

Clark looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "I lost weight."

The words fell, and before the two could react, the body disappeared instantly.

Charles and Eric looked at each other and cried out in pain.

"Too bad to eat!"

Charles shouted: "Let's eat out tomorrow! I'll contribute my pocket money!"

"No, I already have what I want to do tomorrow."

Charles and Eric collapsed on the table instantly.

Eric said: "I saw that the fried rice looked good just now, and I thought it would taste good..."

"He covered it on purpose." Charles took a sip of juice and started thinking about his father.

"But they were all fried together. Why is the top layer so good and the bottom layer all black?"

Eric was puzzled.

"Could it be..." A terrible thought appeared in Charles' mind, and he said to Eric, "Did Clark pick out all the good rice and put it on top?"

Eric widened his mouth and said in surprise, "Just pick one grain by one?"

"With his ability, he can do it."

Charles is sure.

The two looked at each other and looked at the kitchen in horror.

This is too frustrating.

"what are you guys saying?"

Clark smiled and poked his head out of the kitchen.

Charles and Eric shook their heads quickly and were relieved to see Clark retracting their heads again, but thinking of tomorrow's meal, the two couldn't help crying silently in their hearts.

terrible.

...

Las Vegas.

The black plane landed at the airport in the dark night.

Mike and his party got off the plane and walked towards the commercial vehicle not far away.

Nick Fury said: "Hank Pym has been here one step ahead of us, let's go and meet him first."

Hank Pym is in California, much closer to Las Vegas than they are.

Everyone sat in the car, Nick Fury consciously sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and walked outside the airport.

This time, he came here to help Mike and the others, be a liaison, and even provide logistical support services.

The car was stable, but the atmosphere in the car was a little dull.

Nick Fury looked at the four in the rearview mirror and suddenly said, "I think we should name our squad."

No one answered, Nick Fury was a little embarrassed, but he still laughed dryly and said, "How about calling the Fury team?"

quiet……

Just when he thought no one would make a sound.

Remy LeBeau said, "Not only are you black, but you're big?"

Scott said coldly: "It's too ugly!"

Logan shrugged and said, "Agree."

Mike: "Shameless."

Nick Fury smiled indifferently and said, "What do you call it?"

Fortunately, the atmosphere finally became less uncomfortable.

But as soon as the words came out, everyone was silent again.

Nick Fury said carefully: "Call the mutant task force?"

"Ugly!"

"not good……"

"How about the guardian?"

"Guard who?"

"What? Tomb keeper? It doesn't sound good..."

Listening to the rant, Nick Fury's face darkened.

You do it on purpose!

When asked what your name was, you didn't say a word. I named a few names, but you all denied them?

against me?

Nick Fury said quickly: "Suicide Squad! Justice League! Middle-aged and Senior Squad! Choose one!"

"Ah!"

"Huh!"

"Pooh!"

Nick Fury: "..."

A few minutes later, when Nick Fury was about to collapse, a name he said was finally recognized by everyone.

Thunder, a team called Thunder.

"Gambit, Ant-Man, Cyclops, Wolverine..."

Nick Fury counted everyone's nicknames, suddenly glanced at Mike, and said, "Do you have any nicknames?"

"No!"

"No?"

Upon hearing this, Nick Fury became excited, and several others looked at Mike strangely.

"Let's get a nickname, it's easier to act."

Nick Fury said something.

Everyone nodded, Mike was speechless.

Indeed, having a nickname is more convenient in action and has the function of concealing one's identity.

Logan remembered the scene where Mike used the card, and said, "Why don't you call the card emperor?"

Remy Le Beauxu looked at Logan and said, "Fight against me? It's better to call it the hand of God."

He remembered the scene where Mike materialized.

hand of God……

Mike's mouth twitched.

This nickname is a bit arrogant, but he has a slot to vomit.

"Hand of God, if someone asks you what God's stink smells like, how should you answer?"

When everyone heard this, the corners of their mouths twitched wildly.

"How about the green light?"

Scott remembered the rejuvenation when Mike treated him.

Everyone nodded, feeling good.

Mike's attitude was firm: "Don't even think about it! It's better to call me dad than that ghost nickname!"