Chapter 32: Rotten Taste

Chapter 32: Rotten Taste

For camping equipment, Mike and the others brought a set when they went out, so there was no need to rent any at the scenic spot.

The father and sons, carrying large and small bags of equipment and food, followed Coulson to the camping area.

Mike chatted with Coulson along the way, gaining a simple understanding of Coulson's current situation.

Coulson had just graduated from college and was confused about his future.

He wanted to live a peaceful life and become a teacher, but he also wanted to join the army because he admired Captain America.

These two choices made him sway, so he simply went traveling to clear his mind before making a decision.

Finally, after walking for a while, Mike and Coulson met his friend.

It was a woman...

"Girlfriend?" Mike lightly bumped Coulson's arm and winked at him.

Coulson blushed, and the girl with slightly curly hair introduced herself to Mike generously: "Millie, a classmate from Coulson's university, and also his girlfriend."

"Oh my God! He's got a girlfriend!" Clark murmured in a low voice, looking at his father with a look of anger in his eyes.

Mike's mouth twitched, and he reached out and patted Clark's head. Eric and Charles also snickered.

"Kids, you are so cute," Millie bent down, put her hand behind her loose hair, and smiled at the three of them.

Eric raised his chin and said, "Of course, we're also handsome!"

Charles covered his face with a faceless look, and Clark smiled politely.

"Giggle!" Millie smiled happily, reached out and scratched Eric's chin, and said to Mike, "You are already the father of three children, but you really don't seem it like that at all."

Mike smiled slightly and said, "We wouldn't have come over here if we knew Coulson was with you. We wouldn't want to be the third wheel."

Coulson scratched the back of his head and smiled at Mike awkwardly.

Mike patted Coulson on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we'll stay farther away and make sure we won't hear any 'movement'!"

Coulson's face turned red, but Millie hugged Coulson's arm and smiled, "I like him like this. And Thank you, Mike!"

"Chuuu!" A red lip print appeared on Coulson's face.

The rancid smell of love...

Mike gave Coulson a thumbs up and walked with the three children into the distance. Only after walking tens of meters away did Mike stop and take a deep breath...

"Dad, what are you smelling?" Charles asked curiously.

"The rancid smell of love! You can still smell it here, go further."

After saying that, he walked a bit further, until they were about 100 meters from Coulson's tent. Mike stopped and started to set up their tent.

"Clark, fetch me the pegs."

Clark nodded, picked up the pegs, and handed them over.

Eric and Charles were playing around, and nothing seemed to affect their good mood.

"Don't run away!" Mike shouted to the two of them and said to Clark, "Son, watch those two little rascals. Don't let them disturb others."

"As ordered!" Clark saluted and ran to the two little guys.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Clark, whom he adopted first, was a reliable helper.

Glancing at the three of them, Mike quickly started setting up the tent.

To accommodate the four of them, their tent was quite large.

Humming a tune, Mike involuntarily glanced in Coulson's direction and shook his head with a smile.

He didn't expect to meet the future good gentleman on this trip.

"Coulson at this time is really tender..." Mike muttered, thinking of his age, much older than the current Coulson. He couldn't help feeling a little sad and stroked his hair.

Hopefully, when Iron Man shows up, his head won't go bald...

By then, these children will have grown up, right?

Thinking of the day when the children grow up, Mike couldn't help but look forward to it.

After a while, the tent was set up, and he looked at the time. Facing the west-sloping sun, Mike took out the pots and pans and started cooking.

Even in the wild, it is necessary to prepare a hearty dinner for the children to provide them with sufficient nutrition for their growth.

The sun slowly sank into the lake, and the calm water seemed to turn into a dazzling orange gem at this moment.

"Pretty!" Mike looked up at the lake and couldn't help but praise it.

The scenery here is really good.

"Hey! Guys!" Mike beckoned to the three of them and said, "Come here to take pictures!"

"Coming!"

"I want to take a picture!"

"Dad!"

The three little guys strode over.

The camera was set up. After the three of them posed, Mike quickly came behind them, stretched his arms, and hugged them. The faces of the four were squeezed together as they shouted, "Cheese!"

Click!

Time froze there.

The lake looked like an orange crystal, and on the green grass, the father and sons' smiles were unanimous and brilliant.

As night fell, little lights bloomed on the grass, like stars in the green sky, creating a dreamy beauty. Many people's minds, however,somewere else, people who were looking all this ,from the other direction were filled with curiosity and rapidly secreting saliva.

So fragrant...

Mike's family sat together around a small oven, eating barbecue and drinking the fish soup Mike had cooked. It was an idyllic scene, especially under the gaze of a bunch of people with bread sandwiches. That mood was not too happy at all.

"Dad, I want chicken wings!" Eric grabbed the chicken wings on the oven, his mouth full of oil.

"Snapped!" Gently patting Eric's hand away, Mike said, "They're not ready yet, don't worry!"

Eric nodded, staring at his chicken wings and watching Charles warily.

Charles pouted, looked at Clark pitifully, and said, "Brother, I want to eat chicken wings too."

Clark handed Charles his half-eaten wing.

Charles grinned at Eric as a result.

Eric rolled his eyes and said, "I know I'm cute, but it's not manly at all."

"Who made me the youngest!" Charles retorted.

"You're only a few minutes younger than me!" Eric said angrily. "It's humiliating. If I had known, I would have kicked you back if I could have done it at the time!"

"A little bit!" Charles stuck out his tongue and said, "It's a pity you couldn't!"

Eric: (▼ヘ▼#).

Mike sighed tiredly and handed the chicken wings to Eric.

Eric: (?ω?)!

Only food could keep them quiet for a while...

Fortunately, the meal was finished quietly.

The children played around while Mike packed up the trash. The family sat and admired the lake under the moonlight for a few minutes. Yawning in unison, they climbed into the tent and went to sleep.

Time passed, and the lights on the grass became fewer and fewer. Finally, when everyone fell asleep, and the moonlight poured down like mercury, the lake was so quiet that even the wind did not ripple its surface. A ghostly figure appeared at the campsite.