American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 2 I Want to Trade with You

"No, you can't touch this."

Peter, also known as Lin Fang, snatched a Playboy magazine from A Zu's hand at the fastest speed.

The baby who was crawling on the ground burst into tears immediately when he saw his favorite toy being taken away.

Looking at A-Zu, who has shown a little bit of a perverted streak since childhood, Peter was speechless.

He looked at the girl on the cover of the magazine.

She has a strong figure and a plump chest, exuding the aura of a mature woman.

Sure enough, this guy has shown a strong desire for mature women since he was a child.

"For your health, this is not allowed."

Peter threw the magazine into the box.

There was a creaking sound coming from the carton.

Peter then pulled the carton over and found that it contained many CDs.

The Smashing Pumpkins, Nine Inch Nails
They are all popular bands in this world collected by the original body.

On top of the CDs was a pile of comic books, with a Tyrannosaurus Rex gazing down from above and Transformers sandwiched between the books.

Peter picked up the dinosaur model and handed it to Zu, who was crying loudly.

After getting the new toy, A-Zu immediately stopped crying and stared at the dinosaur with his bright eyes without blinking.

Seeing that the other person had stopped crying, Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

Neither my previous self nor my original self knew how to take care of a child.

After all, I have never even been married, how could I have experience in taking care of a baby?

"Milk powder, baby diapers, cribs, toiletries, etc., these are all necessary."

He put a piece of butterscotch in his mouth and let it dangle between his molars.

"If you want to save trouble, it's better to hire a wet nurse or a nanny, but unfortunately"

He shook his head slightly. All his movable assets now added up to less than one thousand US dollars. How could he hire a nanny?

Although I don’t know the charges of nannies in the United States, it is definitely not something that can be afforded with my own thousand dollars.

"throat!"

Just as he was thinking about his future livelihood, he suddenly heard a strange "grunting" sound.

He looked down and found that at some point, butter candy had entered A-Zu's mouth.

The candy was stuck in his mouth, and A-Zu, with his face flushed red from holding it in, made a painful "grunt" sound.

Peter was shocked to see that the other person was stuck with candy.

He quickly picked up the man, used the Heimlich maneuver, held his chin, and patted his back with his hands.

After hitting it a few times, there was a loud "bang" and the piece of candy that A-Zu spit out hit the floor heavily.

It was like the explosion of a fired bullet, tearing through the air and rushing deep into the floor, embedding itself deeply inside.

Looking at the toffee embedded in the floor, Peter took a deep breath and looked at A-Zu in shock, who was holding his finger as if nothing had happened.

This kid has such talent at such a young age? !

Spitting out the candy is like the effect of a bullet being fired from a gun.

He took out a piece of candy and wanted to put it in the other person's mouth to try again.

But when I thought about this inhuman behavior, it would be so much fun if the other person really choked to death, so I finally gave up.

in the afternoon.

Peter drove to Walmart supermarket.

He plans to buy some baby products.

Old Toyota cars make an annoying rumbling noise as soon as they hit the road.

Fortunately, the roads in the small town called Smallville where he lived were neatly paved, without any potholes, and as smooth and flat as the back shell of a beetle.

Peter put Zu in the child safety seat at the back of the car and said to him, "Don't move, or I'll confiscate your toys, understand?" Zu played with the Tyrannosaurus Rex with his chubby little hands and looked up at Peter's face.

Perhaps he thought his father wanted to snatch his toy, so he put the Tyrannosaurus Rex behind him.

After rubbing the other's golden hair, Peter started the car.

Twenty minutes later.

Peter parked his car next to the Wal-Mart and put a coin into the old-fashioned parking dispenser.

Then he opened the car door, carried A-Zu down, and walked towards the supermarket.

There was a downhill road between the parking lot and the supermarket. When Peter reached the middle, he suddenly heard exclamations coming from all around.

"Oh my God! My child!"

Peter, hearing the voice, turned around and looked up.

I saw a baby carriage rushing towards me at lightning speed.

There seemed to be a baby boy lying in the stroller that had lost control.

At the top of the ramp, a young woman in her twenties was running down and trying to grab the stroller.

Unfortunately, the distance between the two grew, and the mother grew more and more desperate.

"Oh!"

At the critical moment, Peter reached out and grabbed the stroller that was rushing down.

The mother who was chasing saw the stroller being stopped, so she ran over and excitedly picked up the baby boy in the stroller.

"Oh my God!"

The mother was so excited that she was incoherent. She quickly thanked Peter, "Thank you, sir. Thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have made a big mistake. I just bumped into it and the stroller slipped out of my hand."

The woman didn't care about the dirt on her body and thanked Peter excitedly.

"It's nothing, ma'am. If it were my child, I'm sure someone would help me."

Peter, who was holding A-Zu, said with a smile.

The young woman felt even more that Peter was a good man.

"Thank you! Thank you very much, sir."

The woman, who didn't know how to express her gratitude, hugged Peter excitedly and thanked him again.

"I'm Martha, Martha Kent, sir. Perhaps we could exchange contact information. I mean, my husband would definitely want to thank you in person."

Martha wants to exchange contact information with Peter.

Looking at the baby in the stroller, Peter wanted to refuse.

But he suddenly remembered something.

"Wait. You said your name was Martha?"

Martha Kent, isn't this the mother of Superman Clark?
That is
He turned his shocked gaze towards the baby in Martha's arms.

This black-haired baby is Clark?

After coughing, he tried to ask in a normal voice, "This child. May I know his name?"

Martha felt a little strange when she saw Peter suddenly turn his gaze to her children.

"Clark, his name is Clark Kent."

She said her son's name.

The moment Peter heard the other person say "Clark Kent", his heart skipped a beat.

He is indeed a superman!
The Kryptonian baby that I had reserved was snatched away by Martha and her husband in advance!
Although A-Zu is not bad, how can a man-made Superman have the flavor of an idealistic Superman?
Originally, he thought that there was a high chance that he would pick up Superman during the next meteor shower.

Now that I know Superman has fallen into the hands of others, I feel a little depressed.

He really wanted to ask Martha: Can we switch?

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(End of this chapter)