"no!"
After hearing what Odin asked him to do, Mike flatly refused.
Help him take care of another child?
Are you kidding? He thinks this is a nursery?
Thor was picked up by Clark, so he bothered to look at it.
Now you Odin are going to throw Loki over here...
What!
I really feel like he is here...
Odin whispered: "I won't let your help go in vain!"
"what is the benefit?"
Mike's heart moved.
"You will gain Asgardian friendship!"
"I haven't got it yet?"
Mike looked at Odin with grief and anger, and said, "Thor has been here with me for so long, hasn't he gained friendship yet?"
Odin's old face showed no emotion at all, but after a deep groan, he still whispered: "How about this? How about I ask the dwarves of Nidawi to build a weapon for you?"
"arms?"
"That's an artifact!"
"Barely enough."
Mike reluctantly agreed.
The two old guys looked at each other and laughed.
The deal is done.
"But I have to specify the type of weapon."
"no problem!"
Odin nodded calmly.
"Tell me, when will your other child come? His power..."
"His power will be sealed, like Thor."
Mike nodded and whispered with his chin: "Then what are the conditions for him to find his own power and be recognized?"
Odin whispered something, and then started chatting quietly with Mike about the types of weapons.
As for why Odin appears here?
Like Mike just said, it's nothing more than worrying about Saul.
It is human nature for a father who has not seen his children for such a long time to come here to see his children out of worry.
Just as Mike and Odin were muttering something, Thor came out with a piece of fried rice.
Seeing that Mike and the old man were chatting happily, Sol put the fried rice in front of the old man and couldn't help but said: "The old man can really chat with the old man."
Odin and Mike: "?"
"Try it."
Thor handed the spoon to Odin and said, "It should taste good."
He had tasted it before and it tasted very good.
Odin picked it up, tasted it, and nodded slightly.
It tastes really good.
Perhaps because it was made by his own son, Odin felt that this fried rice was more delicious than anything he had ever eaten.
However, he has not forgotten the purpose of his visit this time.
Make things difficult for Sol and see how much Sol has changed.
So, he quickly took two mouthfuls of rice, spit out a mouthful of rice without conscience, and said with a look of disgust: "It tastes terrible, how can you eat this food?"
The smile on Sol's face froze, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Smelly old man, please show me some respect!"
Odin: "!"
Why are you so angry all of a sudden?
His performance just now was obviously more extreme than this.
Odin blinked, and Mike secretly gave Thor a thumbs up.
Good guy, how dare you criticize Odin like this!
Thor slammed his hands on the table, looked at Odin condescendingly with a very oppressive posture, and said angrily: "You can insult me, but you can't insult my fried rice!"
"?"
Odin was shocked.
Thor, what is this?
Seeing the old man's stunned look, Sol let out a long sigh and said with a sad face: "You don't understand!"
"What don't you understand?"
Odin asked blankly.
"I, Thor, the only thing I am satisfied with now is my cooking skills! What you do is an insult to me!"
The only thing you're satisfied with...is your cooking skills?
Odin's eyes dazzled.
Where did this kid put the glory of Asgard?
He took a deep breath and couldn't help but said: "Chef? Don't you have any dreams?"
"Dream?" Sol thought of Mike's artistic cooking skills that day, and said longingly: "My dream now...become a chef!"
Odin said angrily: "Aren't you the God of Thunder?"
"Does this conflict with my desire to become a chef?"
Thor looked at Odin strangely, frowned, and said, "How do you know I am the God of Thunder?"
Odin pointed at Mike and said, "He said so!"
Mike: "..."
Thor groaned and said: "The God of Thunder and the God of Cooking..."
While murmuring, he showed a smile and said: "There is no conflict."
Then, he looked at the fried rice, slapped the table hard, and said, "Give it to me! Don't waste it! You're going to starve to death, and you still pick and choose! Forget it if you starve to death!"
“Also, the food I cook won’t taste bad!”
If it tastes bad, he won't serve it!
Odin lowered his eyes and looked at Mike coldly.
"Mike Kent, you..."
"What are you doing! You still dare to threaten my boss?" Sol glared at the other person and said, "Do you believe I will kick you out?"
Mike: (?ω?)
Odin felt his head hurt.
This child is almost hopeless, so does Loki want to stay?
Just when he was hesitating, he heard Sol whisper: "Cooking is like being a human being. You must take every ingredient seriously, cook it in a way that suits them, and fuse them together to create the final result." Responsible for every dish.”
"This is the principle of life, and it is also the principle of cooking."
"Do you understand, old man?"
Odin was startled.
Good guy!
Sol actually realized such a profound truth from cooking?
If you look at a country and the ingredients on a plate as its people...
hiss!
Saul's understanding is incredible!
For a moment, Odin felt that he was not at a loss.
So, he sat down silently, picked up the spoon and ate quickly.
It tastes...really good.
Thor smiled happily and looked at Mike.
Mike couldn't help but give Thor a thumbs up.
Well done!
A few minutes later, Odin finished the last grain of rice, raised his head and said seriously to Thor: "It's delicious. I'm full."
Sol showed a happy smile, put away the plates, and pointed at the door: "Hurry up and leave when you are full! You old blackmailer, you are not welcome here."
"puff!"
Mike couldn't help but laugh.
Odin: "..."
Good boy, wait until you return to Asgard!
Odin's eyelids were beating wildly.
Mike waved his hand to Saul and said, "Go ahead, go ahead and do your work first."
Sol nodded, turned around and left with the plate in hand.
Seeing this scene, Odin felt a sour feeling in his heart.
Why does Thor listen to Mike so much?
Thinking of the quarrel between father and son before, he sighed softly.
"alright."
Mike patted the table: "It's time for you to leave, or Saul will become suspicious."
Odin nodded and said to Mike: "Follow me, Loki is waiting outside, I will hand him over to you."
"You just want me to bring Loki back?" Mike looked at Odin speechlessly: "Do you tell them without telling them that I have any contact with you?"
Odin tapped his forehead: "Then what do you think we should do?"
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