The chef placed two tightly sealed dinner plates in front of Mike and Hank Pym.
Before opening it, Mike smelled a sour smell, and Clark, who had a super strong sense of smell, turned green.
Hank Pym smiled at Mike and said, "As Clark's father, you can't even eat this, right?"
Mike chuckled and said, "I dare you if you dare!"
Hank Pym gave the cook a wink.
The chef said angrily: "Please taste it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly picked up the two dinner covers, turned around, pushed the dining cart and ran away.
Looking at the chef's actions, Mike felt that the chef was a bit exaggerated at first.
But as the chef took away the meal cover, the stench seemed to materialize and penetrated his nose like a charge horn, he felt that the chef was simply a wise man.
"Canned herring, a rare delicacy!"
Hank Pym introduced, his face a little ugly.
Although he tried hard to defeat Mike several times with this thing, the impact on him was the same every time, but...
He glanced at Mike and saw that the features on Mike's face seemed to melt and pinch together, and he suddenly felt satisfied.
"Uh! Oh!"
The four little guys covered their noses and mouths in pain, ran away from the table, and looked 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!"
Eric held his nose and complained loudly.
Clark added the final blow: "Shit doesn't even smell that bad!"
The four of them looked at each other and backed away again.
Hank Pym resisted the urge to cover his nose, and with as indifferent an attitude as possible, he cut a piece of herring with a knife and fork, stuffed it into his mouth, then chewed it twice quickly, endured the stench, and looked at Mike provocatively. Eye.
Seeing this scene, Mike's eyes jumped.
Eric on the side yelled: "Hope, look, your dad has eaten that thing!"
Hope: "He's not my dad, that's disgusting!"
As she spoke, she took a few steps back.
The three Clarks followed her footsteps, retreating again and again.
Hank Pym's eyes twitched and he said to Mike: "It's your turn. If you can't do it, just admit defeat. It won't be embarrassing."
Mike sneered and said, "What's this??"
As he spoke, he also cut a piece and put it into his mouth with a twisted expression on his face.
Instantly, he felt a stink that made him numb, spreading from his entire mouth. The stench rushed into his brain like a tornado, making him dizzy.
Seeing this scene, the three Clarks shuddered, looked at Hope, and the four of them ran out the door.
The stench in the room was getting stronger and stronger, and they couldn't stand it anymore.
"Ha, awesome!"
Hank Pym didn't expect that Mike would dare to follow. After praising it, he cut another bigger piece and put it into his mouth without changing his expression.
Mike, I'm following!
Hank Pym, take another cut.
Mike, I'm following!
Hank Pym, Stud!
Mike put down his knife and fork: "I admire you! You won!"
Hank Pym: (○_○).
He stared blankly at Mike's plate, which still contained more than half a herring, and looked at his clean plate, pointing at Mike with a trembling hand: "Despicable bastard!"
Mike smiled slightly, stood up calmly, and then... went straight to the bathroom.
Hank Pym hesitated for a second, covered his mouth and chased after him. After being locked out, he endured the rising feeling of vomiting. In front of the human body fountain, he endured it with strong willpower and rushed in. Bathroom on the second floor.
Then…
"Ugh..."
Listening to the commotion inside, the four children stood outside the door, looking disgusted and contemptuous.
A moment later, after Mike almost vomited, the entire bathroom was completely contaminated. With the smell rushing straight into his head, Mike looked for any cards that could solve the current situation.
After using two healing cards, which had no effect at all and only made him more energetic, Mike gave up.
This thing is not a disease at all.
He walked out of the bathroom and closed the door tightly, but found that it was not necessary at all.
The whole house was filled with an unbearable stench.
Mike walked quickly toward the door. When he saw the four children, they all took two steps back.
"Dad, are you okay?"
Clark couldn't help but ask.
Mike pressed his belly and said, "It's not bad, at least better than Hank."
"But you lost!"
Hank wiped the corners of his mouth and walked out. His legs were still shaking slightly, but he still raised his chin stubbornly.
"Oh!" Mike laughed and said, "If you lose, just lose. At least I eat less than you."
Hank Pym felt depressed.
At this moment, Charles muttered softly: "Is there any difference between eating a mouthful of shit and eating a piece of shit?"
The three Clarks nodded.
Mike and Hank Pym looked at each other and said stubbornly: "Of course!"
"I eat less than him!"
"I won!"
The stubbornness of middle-aged men…
Hope pinched her nose and said, "You guys stay away from us, it stinks! Hurry up and end this stinky topic!"
The matter came to an end with Hope's words.
But the entire home has been contaminated.
Two hours later, Clark said, "Who's going to see if there's still any smell in it?"
"I dont go!"
Eric shook his head.
Hope said: "You won't let me, a poor girl, go, right?"
"Then let's go together."
Charles made a suggestion.
The four of them reached an agreement and then walked into the house. The moment they opened the door, a stench rushed into their noses.
Closing the door, the four looked at Mike and Hank Pym.
Mike was stunned for a moment and looked at Hank Pym.
Hank Pym: "?"
We can no longer live in our home, at least until the stench is gone, we can't go back.
In view of this situation, Mike's family and Hank's family had to take their luggage and check into the nearest hotel.
In the evening, the hot pot ingredients brought by Mike kicked off the second battle.
It's delicious, but it's also spicy.
Hank Pym thought that he could adapt to the red soup of Mike's hot pot by quietly eating spicy food, but this time he found that Mike's hot pot was even spicier.
Hot pot and white wine, Hank Pym looked at this familiar pair, his expression unchanging on the surface, but in fact, he was filled with sadness in his heart.
Fortunately I have made an appointment with the doctor in advance...
Hank Pym comforted himself, closed his eyes, and swallowed a glass of white wine.
In the end, Hank Pym got drunk again and became a completely different man than when he was sober, appearing bohemian but sentimental.
After sending the other party back to the suite opposite, Mike thought about what would happen to Hank Pym tomorrow, and his mood became cheerful.