Chapter 7: rk''s hammer (1/2)


    In the kitchen of Mikes house.


    rk was holding a te of roast pork and eating happily. When he saw Mike smiling and looking at him, he hesitated and found the smallest piece of meat from the bowl and brought it to Mikes mouth with a fork.


    Mike shook his head, the chopsticks in his hand moving up and down, and said with a bad smile, Ill take one by myself.


    rk pushed the meat in front of Mike, watched Mike pick up thergest piece of meat, his little grease-stained mouth slowly grew, swallowed as Mike was about to feed it into his own mouth, and said, Dad, okay, is it delicious?


    I havent eaten it yet!


    Ill taste it for you!


    You do it for me!


    Mike made a thinking face, then made a face at rk and said, No way!


    With those words, he shoved the meat directly into his mouth with an exaggerated expression, Wow, its delicious!


    rk was crying, feeling like he was wrong.


    Hahahaha!


    Looking at rks expression, Mikeughed happily out loud.


    rk grinned at Mike fiercely, but stuffed the meat from the fork into Mikes mouth, and then smiled at Mike.


    Mike was stunned, and touched rks head, feeling a little warm in his heart.


    The boy hadnt been raised for nothing.


    You take your time to eat, and Daddy will go wash the dishes.


    Mike got up, cleaned up the dishes and walked to the kitchen, but turned to rk as he reached the door, Dont just eat the meat!


    rk smiled cheekily and stuffed a piece of broli into his mouth in front of Mike, only to quietly spit it into a side trash can as Mike turned around.


    rk, its not right to waste food.


    rk looked at Mike, wide-eyed his eyes.


    Did his dad have eyes in the back of his head? He hadnt turned his head, so how did he know he hadnt eaten?


    Oh, I know!


    rk replied loudly, but shoved another piece of meat into his mouth, then with a cautious face, he shoved his vegetable arch-enemy into his mouth as well, stuffing his little mouth with a bulge, chewing it haphazardly twice, and swallowing it in one big gulp.


    Soon, after rk finished his share of lunch, carrying his te and bowl, jumped off his chair and ran to the kitchen.


    A few momentster, Mike finished cleaning up the kitchen, picked up rk, who was helping out on the sidelines, and headed upstairs.


    When he went upstairs, rk, who had the habit of napping, was already nodding his little head.


    cing rk on the bed, he said, Daddys going out, dont run around when you wake up.


    Oh! Daddye back early.


    rk said in a daze, and closed his eyes.


    Mike covered rk with a nket and then turned and left the room.


    After dinner, rk usually slept for an hour, and he wanted to take advantage of that time to go and prepare a surprise for rk.


    Tomorrow, rk would be going to school.


    He was going to buy some things for kindergarten.


    Locking the door, Mike drove off to town.


    School bags, paintbrushes, erasers


    He had already thought about what to buy.


    Leaving rk home alone, he was still a little worried.


    Itll only take forty minutes round trip, rk will sleep for about an hour, and there wont be anything like identally killing a thief


    Whispered muttering, Mikes car speed up again a lot.


    In rks room.


    After hearing Mikes car ring, rk, who should have been asleep, opened his eyes, rolled happily on the bed twice, got up from the bed, dragged out a bunch of toys from under his bed and yed with them himself.


    Sometimes he didnt want to sleep, so he would pretend to sleep like the people on TV, and then wait for Mike to go away and y quietly in his room by himself.


    I am the messenger of justice! Red Skull suffers death!


    rk shouted in a whisper, holding a toy in his left hand.


    In the other hand, he was holding a Captain America toy, and the two were colliding in mid-air.


    Thinking about the story his father told him, rk could not help but get excited.


    Then