The chef placed two tightly sealed dinner plates in front of Mike and Hank Pym.
Without waiting to open them, Mike smelled a sour odour, and Clark, who had a super strong sense of smell, turned green in the face.
Hank Pym smiled at Mike and said, “Clark and his dad, you can’t even eat this, right?”
Mike laughed and said, “I dare you!”
Hank Pym gave the chef a wink.
The chef said in a jarring voice, “Please taste.”
With those words, he quickly picked up two meal covers, turned around and pushed the food cart and ran.
Watching the chef’s action, Mike at first felt that the other party was a bit exaggerated.
But as the chef took away the lids, the stench that seemed to materialize, like blowing a charge to his nose, he felt that the chef was simply a wise man.
“Canned herring, a rare delicacy!”
Hank Pym introduced, and blushed a little.
This thing, he tried several times hard in order to turn the microphone, but the impact on him is the same every time, but…
He glanced at Mike and saw the facial features on Mike’s face, as if they were melted and pinched together, and he felt satisfied immediately.
“Uh! Oh!”
The four little guys were holding their noses and mouths in pain, and ran away from the table, looking at the two plates on the table in horror.
Charles looked at the table and exclaimed, “What the hell is that?”
Hope’s voice trembled: “Herring, canned herring.”
“No, that’s shit right there!”
Eric pinched his nose and spit out loudly.
Clark added the final blow: “Shit doesn’t even smell that bad!”
The four men looked at each other and backed up again.
Hank Pym resisted the urge to cover his nose and, with as much equanimity as possible, cut a piece of herring with a knife and fork, stuffed it into his mouth, then chewed it twice quickly, holding back the stench, and gave Mike a provocative look.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Mike’s eyes jumped.
While Eric on the side shouted: “Hope, look, your dad ate that pile in!”
Hope: “He’s not my dad, that’s disgusting!”
With that, she took several steps backward.
The three followed her steps, backing up again and again.
Hank Pym twitched at the corner of his eye and said to Mike, “It’s your turn, if you can’t, admit defeat, no shame.”
Mike gave a ‘huh’ sneer and said, “What’s that?
Saying that, he also cut a piece and put it into his mouth with a twisted face.
Instantly, he felt a numb sensation that made him stink, spreading from the entire mouth, and the foul smell, like a tornado, rushed into his brain, making him dizzy.
Seeing this scene, three brothers shivered, and Hope looked at the four of them ran toward the door.
The stench in the room was getting stronger and stronger, and they could hardly stand it anymore.
“Ha, awesome!”
Hank Pym did not expect Mike to dare to follow, praised and then, without changing his face, cut another bigger piece and put it into his mouth.
Mike, follow me!
Hank Pym, cut another piece.
Mike, I’m in!
Hank Pym, Stud!
Mike puts down his knife and fork: “Admirable! You win!”
Hank Pym: (????).
He looked dumbfounded at the herring that was still half on Mike’s plate, looked at his own clean plate, and pointed a shaking hand at Mike: “Scumbag bastard!”
Mike smiled faintly, got up blandly and then …… rushed straight to the bathroom.
Hank Pym hesitated for a second, covered his mouth and chased after him, after being shut out of the door, holding back the constant upwelling of vomit, before turning into a human fountain, holding back with great willpower, rushed into the bathroom on the second floor.
Then…..
“Vomit ……”
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Listening to the movement inside,
The four children stood outside the door with a look of disgust and contempt.
A few moments later, after Mike vomited almost, the entire bathroom has been completely polluted, to endure the smell straight to the brain, Mike was looking for a card that has no solution to the current situation.
After using two healing cards, which had no effect at all, and only made his energy level rise quite a bit, Mike gave up.
This thing is not a disease at all, ah.
He walked out of the bathroom, then closed the door tightly, but found that there was no need for that.
The whole house, are filled with the unbearable stench.
Mike walked quickly toward the door, and when he saw the four children, he only saw that all four actually took two steps backward in unison.
“Dad, are you okay?”
Clark couldn’t help but ask.
Mike pressed his stomach and said, “Fine, at least better than Hank.”
“But you lost!”
Hank wiped the corner of his mouth and stepped out, his legs still shaking gently, but he still held his chin up stubbornly.
“Ooh!” Mike laughed and said, “If you lose, you lose, at least I ate less than you did.”
Hank Pym was depressed for a while.
Just then, Charles muttered in a small voice, “What’s the difference between eating a mouthful of shit and eating a pile of shit?”
The three brothers nodded their heads.
Mike and Hank Pym looked at each other and stubbornly said, “Of course there is!”
“I’ve eaten less than him!”
“I win!”
The Stubbornness of Middle-Aged Man…..
Hope pinched her nose and said, “You guys stay away from us, it stinks! Hurry up and end this foul-smelling conversation!”
With Hope’s words this matter was closed.
But the whole home has been polluted.
Two hours later, Clark said: “Who’s going to see if there’s still a smell in there?”
“I’m not going!”
Eric shook his head.
Hope said, “You guys aren’t going to let me, the poor girl, go, are you?”
“Then go together.”
Charles made a suggestion.
The four agreed, and then walked toward the house, the moment the door was opened, a foul smell rushed into their noses again.
Close the door, the four men looked at Mike and Hank Pym.
Mike stunned, also looked at Hank Pym.
Hank Pym: “?”
We can’t live in your home, at least until the stench is dissipated, is not able to return.
In view of this situation, the Mikes and Hanks had to bring their own luggage and check in at the nearest hotel.
And in the evening, the hot pot ingredients brought by Mike opened the second battle.
Delicious, it is really delicious, but also spicy.
Hank Pym thought he had quietly eaten spicy food and had been able to adapt to Mike’s hot pot red soup, but this time he found that Mike’s hot pot was even spicier.
Hot pot with white wine, Hank Pim looked at the familiar pair, his appearance remained unchanged, but his heart was sad.
Luckily, I had made a doctor’s appointment in advance……
Hank Pym reassured himself, closed his eyes and a glass of white wine swallowed into his belly.
Eventually, Hank Pym got drunk again and became the man who looked completely different from when he was sober, appearing to be loose, yet sentimental.
Sending each other back to the suite across the street, Mike’s mood became pleasant as he remembered what would happen to Hank Pym tomorrow.