Chapter 130 Extra Superman

Extra: Superman

After Tony Stark made one phone call after another, Rong Huan finally boarded a plane back to New York.

Iron Man went to the top floor to wait in the sun, but Jarvis spoke up.

"gentlemen"

The pleasant sound paused for a moment.

"The young lady is already in the air on her way to Metropolis. Mr. Superman asked me to tell you not to worry."

Tony's expression suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy, and he finally walked into the house with a sneer.

At this time, Rong Huan sat on Clark's strong arms with her eyes narrowed.

The sea and sky in the distance blended harmoniously with light blue and deep blue. Clark flew very low on purpose so that Rong Huan could even touch the cool sea water.

Dachao has recently learned to act pitiful, and his blue eyes are focused on the little girl.

"Martha missed you so much that she made apple pie."

Upon hearing this, Rong Huan immediately forgot about her guilt towards Tony Papa, and all she could think about was the fragrant apple pie.

During the harvest season, the wheat fields are filled with haystacks and hills of wheat.

In the farm, Shelby saw the two little masters running past happily, wagging their tails.

Martha and Jonathan heard the sound coming out of the house and looked at the two people landing with a smile.

Rong Huan hadn't seen Masha for a long time, and she had a bright smile on her face.

"Aunt Martha, Uncle Jonathan!"

Martha smiled and caught the child, touching her head. Jonathan also smiled lovingly.

His son Clarks was not remembered at all. He patted Shelby helplessly.

"Well, it looks like we've been forgotten."

The house was filled with the scent of apples and the oven made a ding sound.

Martha put the freshly baked apple pie on the table and served the people on the sofa.

Rong Xiaoliu smelled the fragrance and ran out, jumping three feet high beside Marsha.

Finally, she left with a plate of apple pie on it, satisfied.

Rong Huan really enjoyed the coziness of the cabin, and she never got tired of listening to Martha talk about interesting things on the farm.

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon and the sky was cloudless, making it a good time to harvest wheat.

Jonathan drove the machine through the wheat field and harvested a large field in less than an hour.

Clark was also helping, Mr. Superman didn't need a machine, flying low with a sickle.

With a flick of the knife, the bent wheat fields were harvested neatly.

If Clark didn't become Superman, he could definitely make a lot of money as a farmer, and his work efficiency is unmatched.

Rong Xiaoliu followed behind Martha and drove the teleportation channel to deliver the wheat she had bundled to the farm.

Rong Huan was not tall enough, so she was like invisible when she walked into the wheat field.

I could only sit on the haystack and watch the adults work.

She lay bored on a high place, staring and counting the birds that flew by from time to time.

Rong Huan had never thought that counting birds would be even more hypnotic than counting sheep. By the time she counted the twentieth bird, she had fallen into a drowsy sleep.

Maybe it was because Rong Huan was too unconvinced when Clark compared their heights today, the dwarf in the dream turned into a giant nearly two meters tall.

Rong Huan lowered her head and noticed the admiration in Clark's eyes, then she raised her head and laughed triumphantly.

With one long step, he crossed the farm fence and gathered the wheat into a pile.

Then Martha brought out a face-sized iron plate filled with apple pies that made her drool.

Just as he was about to take a bite, he felt a pain on his cheek. He opened his eyes sharply and saw Rong Xiaoliu's big face right in front of him.

Rong Huan's beautiful dream was disturbed, and her eyes were about to burst into flames, but Rong Xiaoliu didn't notice and was still smiling foolishly.

"We've packed everything up. We're having a barbecue tonight!"

He asked curiously,

"What were you dreaming about? Your saliva is dripping down your chin, hahaha."

Rong Huan casually wiped it and smiled falsely.

"I dreamed of beating up my artificial intelligence. Do you want to try?"

Rong Xiaoliu retracted his bared teeth, and quickly ran backwards on his short legs, without looking back, he shouted,

"I-I'm going to go check on Clark first!"

Rong Huan stood up expressionlessly and glanced at the sky which was filled with rosy clouds. She realized that she had slept until the afternoon.

Jonathan set up an iron frame in front of the cabin and placed charcoal underneath.

Martha and Clark came in and brought out the meat and vegetables, and finally some chairs.

The flames swayed happily left and right. Rong Huan slumped comfortably in the chair, watching Clark grilling meat.

Martha's apple pie is amazing, and her barbecue is just as good.

The meat that has been marinated in advance is grilled to be tender and juicy, and paired with a unique secret seasoning, it will make you want to eat one bite after another.

Rong Huan and Rong Xiaoliu were fighting with forks for the last piece of meat, while peacemaker Dachao was busy grilling the next batch.

Rong Huan was not as quick as Rong Xiaoliu after all. She looked at his round profile and came up with an idea.

Five minutes later Clark was speechless as he looked at the meat in front of him.

God knows he just wanted both kids to have enough to eat, how did it turn out like this?

Superman's heat vision, which often works wonders in combat, can be turned into a ready-made barbecue at home.

In strong light, the grilling is done quickly.

Martha and Jonathan also apparently underestimated Rong Huan's talent for eating.

Jonathan had no idea that she was treating her son as a tool, and curiously put the vegetables within Clark's sight.

Under the night sky, the whole family sat together, holding cups of hot water and looking up at the stars.

Martha smiled softly for a while.

"We are actually very grateful. Without Xiaorong, Clark might not be so happy."

Jonathan nodded, remembering his son standing alone in front of the house when he was a child, watching the children laughing and playing not far away.

Little Clark, who couldn't control his abilities well yet, had envy in his eyes.

Clark's huge body blocked the chair tightly, and his eyes curved into crescents as he looked at his beloved family around him.

The peaceful life on the farm taught Rong Huan to pay attention to the scenery around her, and sometimes slowing down her pace was a kind of enjoyment.

A few days later, Rong Huan stayed in Clark's arms and waved goodbye to Martha and Jonathan.

The two set out on their journey back to New York.

On the way, Superman held the little girl steadily, made a big circle, and reluctantly sent her to the building.

Under Iron Man's unfriendly gaze, he hugged Rong Huan affectionately.

Speak softly in her ear,

"Thank you, Xiaorong."

Then he left under the other person's puzzled look.

Clark didn't say the rest.

The lonely little boy finally met his own little moon before dawn.