Chapter 78: Do you dare?

The chef placed two tightly sealed 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, even turned green.

　　Hank Pym smiled at Mike and said, "As Clark's father, you can even eat this, right?"

　　Mike laughed and said, "If you dare, I will!"

　　Hank Pym gave the chef a wink.

　　The chef said in a loud voice, "Please taste it."

　　Then he quickly picked up the two dining covers, turned around and pushed the dining cart and ran away.

　　Looking at the chef's actions, Mike felt that the other party was a little exaggerated at first.

　　But as the cook took the lid off, the stench that seemed to materialize, like blowing a charge horn into his nose.

　　"Canned herring, a rare delicacy!"

　　Hank Pym introduced, and his face was a little unsightly.

　　This thing, although he is trying his, he just can't stand it, but persevere through this just to get his little revenge on Mike.

　　He glanced at Mike and saw his facial features, as if melted and pinched together, and he 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 pinched his nose and complained loudly.

　　Clark made the final blow: "Shit doesn't smell so bad!"

　　The four looked at each other and stepped back again.

　　Resisting the urge to cover his nose, Hank Pym cut a piece of herring with a knife and fork, put it in his mouth, and chewed it twice, enduring the stench, and looked at Mike provocatively.

　　Seeing this scene, Mike's eyes twitched.

　　Eric on the side shouted loudly: "Hope, look, your dad ate that lump!"

　　Hope: "He's not my dad, so disgusting!"

　　Saying that, she took a few steps back.

　　The three followed in her footsteps, retreating again and again.

　　Hank Pym looked at Mike with a forced smile: "It's up to you, if you can't, just admit defeat."

　　Mike sneered.

　　As he said that, he also cut a piece and put it into his mouth with a twisted expression.

　　In an instant, he smelled the stink that made him numb spreading from his entire mouth, that stench, like a tornado, rushed into his brain, making him dizzy.

　　Seeing this scene, the four looked at it them, and ran out the door.

　　The stench in the room was getting stronger and stronger, and they couldn't take it anymore.

　　"Ha, great!"

　　Hank Pym didn't expect Mike to dare to follow him. After giving a thumbs up, he cut a bigger piece and put it in his mouth.

　　Mike, followed!

　　Hank Pym, cuts another piece.

　　Mike, followed!

　　Hank Pym, cuts anoth-..

　　Mike put down his knife and fork: "I admit defeat! You won!"

　　Hank Pym: ???

　　He stared blankly at the more than half of herring on Mike's plate, and looked at his clean plate, and pointed at Mike with trembling fingers: "Despicable bastard!"

　　Mike smiled slightly, got up indifferently, and then... rushed straight to the bathroom.

　　Hank Pym hesitated for a second, covered his mouth and chased after him. While in that battle, he was constantly enduring the constant urge of vomiting. So before turning into a human fountain, he endured it with strong willpower and rushed in the bathroom on the second floor.

　　Then...

　　"Bleeurgghh..."

　　Listening to the sound inside, the four children stood outside the door with a look of disgust.

　　After a while, Mike vomited almost all of it and the entire bathroom was completely polluted. Resisting the smell that was going straight to his head, Mike looked for a card to solve the current situation.

　　After using two healing cards, there was no effect at all, but was just making him a lot more energetic, so Mike gave up.

　　This thing is not sickness at all.

　　He walked out of the bathroom and closed the door tightly, only to find that it was not necessary at all.

　　The whole house was filled with an unbearable stench.

　　Mike walked quickly towards the door, and when he saw the four children, they all took two steps back in unison.

　　"Dad, are you okay?"

　　Clark couldn't help but ask.

　　Mike pressed his stomach and said, "Fortunately, at least better than Hank."

　　"But you lost!"

　　Hank wiped the corner of his mouth and walked out, his legs were still shaking slightly, but he still raised his chin stubbornly.

　 Mike laughed and said, "If you lose, you will lose. At least I ate less than you."

　　Hank Pym groaned.

　　At this moment, Charles murmured in a low voice, "Is there any difference between eating a mouthful of that and eating a piece of shit?"

　　The three nodded.

　　Mike and Hank Pym looked at each other and said stubbornly, "Of course there is!"

　　"I ate less than him!"

　　"I won!"

　　 "....."

　　Hope pinched her nose and said, "You stay away from us, it stinks! Hurry up and end this stinky topic!"

　　They followed Hope's words and came to an end.

　　But the whole home has been polluted.

　　Two hours later, Clark said, "Who's going to see if there's still any smell inside?."

　　"Not me!."

　　Eric shook his head.

　　Hope said, "Are you going to let me, this poor girl, go?"

　　"Then let's go together."

　　Charles made a suggestion.

　　The four reached an agreement, and then walked into the house. The moment the door was opened, a terrible stench rushed into their noses.

　　Closing the door, the four looked at Mike and Hank Pym.

　　Mike was startled, and looked at Hank Pym as well.

　　Hank Pym: "?"

　　His home is unbearable, at least until the stench is gone, they can't go back.

　　In view of this situation, the Mike family and the Hank family had to bring their own luggage and go to the nearest hotel.

　　In the evening, the hot pot ingredients brought by Mike was opened for the second battle.

　　It's delicious, but it's also really spicy.

　　Hank Pym thought that as he was training eating spicy food for a while now just for this moment, that he could get used to Mike's hot pot red soup, but this time he found that Mike's hot pot was even more spicy.

　　Hot pot with liquor, Hank Pym looked at this familiar combination, his face did not change, but in fact his heart was filled with trepidation.

　　'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 man who was completely different from his sober self, looking wild and sad.

　　Sending the other party back to the opposite suite, Mike remembered Hank Pym's fate tomorrow, and his mood became happy.

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