The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 59 Harry and Norman

Harry was in a good mood, as could be seen from his brisk steps and the tune he was humming.

"Looks like you had a good day."

Harry, who had just pushed the door open and returned home, was startled by the sudden greeting. When he looked closely, he found that it was his father Norman Osborn.

At this moment, he was holding a cup of coffee and looking at himself who had just entered the door.

"Oh, Dad, I didn't expect you to be home at this time." Harry looked at Norman nervously.

Norman has always disliked his unstable side. He was caught by him in his complacency just now, so he was probably bound to be criticized.

However, to Harry's surprise, Norman did not criticize him for his forgetfulness just now, but acted as if he didn't see it.

"There's nothing important at the company today, so I came back early." Norman took a sip of coffee. "You haven't answered me yet, what makes you so happy?"

"Well, it's Peter. My friends and I went to visit Peter and we had a great chat," Harry explained.

Norman frowned and said, "Is Peter in the hospital? Why didn't you tell me?"

"We haven't spoken for three or four days, Dad." At this point, Harry lowered his head in disappointment.

Norman was stunned, thought about it, and found that it was true. He went out early and came back late, or even did not come back at all. He had not spoken to his son for several days.

"Oh." Norman sighed, looking at his son with lowered brows and obedient eyes, he didn't know how to start for a moment.

"Sorry, Harry, Dad has been a little too busy lately." Norman put the coffee on the table beside him, walked to Harry and put his hand on his shoulder.

"How about this, Dad pays and you invite your friends to go to the amusement park together?"

"It would be nice if you could come along."

Harry thought to himself, but didn't show it. Instead, he said happily, "Sounds good."

"That's settled then." Norman took out his wallet, pulled out a card and handed it to Harry.

"You should know the password, I don't need to tell you anymore. Have fun with your friends."

"Thanks, Dad." Harry took the credit card. "By the way, do you want to have dinner together later?"

Norman looked a little expectant and asked, "Oh? That's a really good suggestion. What shall we eat tonight? Shall we go out to eat?"

"I've learned a few tricks from my friends recently, so why don't I make dinner?"

Harry made a Chinese stir-fry gesture, looking confident.

"Really? Then I'm looking forward to it." Norman said with a smile.

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"Huh~huh~huh~"

Harry hummed a cheerful tune and put a sumptuous dinner on the table. Some of the dishes on the table were learned from Yang Le, some from Mary Jane and Gwen, and even Peter taught him a few tricks.

Ever since Yang Le moved to his current apartment, these friends would get together there whenever they had free time. Of course, they took care of their own meals during the period.

Sometimes Yang Le cooked, sometimes Mary Jane and Gwen cooked. Since Harry didn't know how to cook at first, no one let him do it, and Harry was happy with it. But until Harry found out that Peter could cook, he couldn't sit still.

At first, Harry thought Peter was just like him, a novice, but he didn't expect that Peter could also cook some simple dishes, which he said he learned from Aunt May.

Harry was in a bad mood. If he had an accomplice, he could continue to be lazy, but after finding out that he was the only one who was eating for free, he began to learn from everyone else.

Now, Harry can cook some simple dishes.

Looking at the table full of sumptuous dinner, Harry wiped his nose proudly. Today was the first time for him to show off his skills in front of his father, and he was sure to surprise him.

I glanced at the time on my watch. It was neither too early nor too late, just right. All I had to do next was call my father to come for dinner.

"Dad!" Harry shouted towards Norman's study. After waiting for a while and finding no response, he started walking towards the study.

"Boom boom boom!"

Harry knocked on the study door.

"Dinner is ready, Dad." Harry waited for a while but still got no response, so he opened the door of the study and found that no one was inside.

If it’s not in the study, could it be in the laboratory?

Harry scratched his head, closed the study door, and walked towards the laboratory.

That's not surprising. The laboratory has good sound insulation. No wonder my father didn't hear my call.

I came to a special gate. All the doors in the house were made of wood, only the door in front of me was made of metal.

Harry didn't knock this time. He entered the code, waited until the door unlocked, and then walked in.

When I entered the laboratory, I saw Norman busy at the laboratory table wearing protective clothing.

"Dad, dinner is ready." Seeing this, Harry did not go forward, but stood at the door and shouted to Norman.

Norman was startled by the sudden sound and accidentally added a little too much to the reagent he was preparing.

Norman immediately broke out in a sweat and froze in place. Only after he found that there was nothing abnormal with the reagent did he breathe a sigh of relief, put the reagent on the shelf, and turned to look at Harry.

"I remembered I told you to knock before coming in!"

Norman's expression was serious and his tone was hard, as if he had returned to the look Harry had seen him in for the longest time.

"I, I knocked, but you didn't hear it." Harry looked at Norman nervously. He didn't lie. He did knock, but it was not the door of the laboratory.

"I saw you didn't respond, and I was worried about you, so I just came in."

"I'm fine. What else? Is there anything else?" Norman still had a cold face.

"I made dinner and we planned to eat together, remember?"

Harry lowered his head and reminded in a low voice.

Norman was stunned, remembering the agreement just now, and seeing his son's humble look, he sighed helplessly.

"You go eat first. I still have some work to do. No need to wait for me."

After saying that, he turned away from Harry and continued to work on his own experiment.

Harry didn't move, still standing there with his head down.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Norman waited for a while, but didn't hear the sound of the laboratory door. He turned around and found Harry still standing there.

"That's what we agreed on." Harry whispered.

Norman frowned when he heard this, but said nothing.

"You're always like this. You make promises with me but never keep them. Now I just want to have dinner together and that's not even allowed? I don't even know if I'm your son!"

Harry became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice rising, and finally he even shouted.

"If you are not my son, you don't even have the right to talk to me here." Norman was calm in the face of Harry's anger.

"You're surrounded by great people, why can't you learn from them?"

'Same here again,' Harry thought angrily. 'Ends in an argument again.'

Norman continued to scold Harry, but he heard an unusual noise coming from behind him.

Looking back, I found that the reagents I had placed on the shelf were boiling and some foam had already come out of the test tubes.

"Run Harry!"

Norman yelled and lunged in Harry's direction.

Harry looked up, only to see his father rushing towards him and green smoke exploding behind him.

After that, he lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)