American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

The Kansas flavor doesn't mean it has to have the entire sugarcane production of Kansas.

Shuen looked at the apple pie, its crust almost completely covered in frosting, with the filling still bubbling with some kind of syrup.

Clark loosened his tie, a pure smile on his face that could make the whole world pale in comparison, completely forgetting that just ten minutes ago he was a god carrying a ten-thousand-ton spaceship.

"My mom's secret recipe, with twice the amount of cinnamon powder and maple syrup."

Superman enthusiastically cut Hugh the biggest, thickest, and most irresistible piece of the dish on the table for him.

Xiu En's fake smile was so stiff it looked like he'd just had three pounds of hyaluronic acid injected into his face.

He picked up the fork, feeling the weight of this kindness was too heavy.

He popped it into his mouth, and in that instant, the sweet taste shot straight to the top of his head, as if a hundred American aunties were tap dancing on his taste buds.

Xiu En really wanted to say, "Why don't you give me that iron plate underneath?"

He suppressed a physiological urge to emit light and purify, and mobilized all the willpower in his indestructible body to swallow the sugar brick whole.

Although he didn't say anything, the fingers of the hand he had placed under the table were almost digging a three-bedroom apartment out of the table leg.

The sweetness not only cloyed the throat, but also seemed to embody the cloyingly sweet and righteous atmosphere of the metropolis.

This sacrifice, which resulted in someone dying from overeating for the sake of the whole world, probably doesn't even have enough merit points for the system to calculate.

"I'm going to the balcony...to see the metropolis at night."

Hugh grabbed a bottle of ice water and fled Louise’s little restaurant, which reeked of the sour and sweet smell of love.

Only this place hasn't been completely tainted by some kind of pink atmosphere.

He brought the sunflower from his shoulder to his face. The once vibrant little flower had probably been overwhelmed by the sweetness, and a few leaves drooped listlessly.

"See that!"

Xiu En gently stroked Ivy's petals, which had turned a dark yellow, with his fingers, lowering his voice.

It's like two escaped convicts exchanging their experiences.

"That's the price of being a superhero. Only someone with Clark's iron stomach could handle this kind of life."

Ivy's sunflower leaf gave his finger, which had just been soaked in sugar water, a light tap, just a gesture of disdain.

Then, the flower actually turned around by itself, turning its large back leaf towards him, and the flower head trembled slightly as it spoke.

"That's just you being dramatic. I think it's actually quite suitable for making those fast-growing feeds."

Xiu En couldn't resist and pointed his fingertip at the center of the flowerpot, making the flower look like it was about to bite.

The two of them poked and prodded at each other, finding a moment of relaxation after a long day of intense world-saving efforts.

As for the couple inside who have already started discussing going to their Kansas farm to visit their mothers this weekend?

Let them die of sweetness.

Oh wait, Bruce's still in there too.

Shuen looked at Bruce.

To Shuen's astonishment, Bruce was elegantly wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

The plate of donuts that were so sweet they were almost unbearable for Hugh, was completely devoured by Bruce.

His usual poker face, which only ever showed expressions like "I'm your dad" or "I'm your creditor," remained completely expressionless.

At this moment, Shum's assessment of the Batman species' biological resistance even surpassed his assessment of the Kryptonians.

Bruce put down his coffee, his gaze lingering on Shum's hand for only half a second.

The world's greatest detective's keen observation skills allowed him to quickly draw two conclusions:

First, Xiu En was about to unleash this "purification" move—which was really just a table-flipping attack—on Louise's kitchen.

Secondly, the pink bubbles produced by the two remaining people in the room have begun to reduce the oxygen content.

"Clark, though I don't want to interrupt this precious moment of sweetness."

Bruce stood up and straightened the wrinkles in his suit.

"But we have to go. Because of those large pieces of construction debris that some people keep thinking about, I mean Zod's engine parts. Alfred has sent word that the transport planes and Wayne Group's security are in place."

He paused deliberately, giving Xiu En a look that only Xiu En could understand.

"Given that General Swanwick's troops have reached the outskirts, if you still want to secure ownership of those spoils, Advisor Shuen, I think you need to personally sign for them."

"Ah, right! Yes, right! The spoils! That's big news!"

Xiu En launched himself into the air like a primary school student who had just heard the school bell ring.

His movements were so fast that they left only a blur.

Even when faced with the gravitational pressure of the Zod ship, he did not exhibit this kind of explosive power as if he were fleeing for his life.

"Since it's official business, there's nothing we can do about it."

Xiu En casually pressed the sunflower back onto his shoulder and spoke to the two hosts, who were still in shock, in a tone that was both sorrowful and filled with barely concealed elation.

"That Louise, your pie was absolutely unforgettable. Clark, you need to enjoy your vacation, even if it's just for a few hours. I don't want to bother you with those necessities of eating metal scraps."

"You're leaving already?"

Clark was still holding the shovel he used for distributing the food, and there was a bit of maple syrup on his lips.

He and Louise exchanged a glance, and before he could say anything polite to persuade her to stay, Bruce considerately opened the apartment security door that originally required Hugh to squeeze through sideways.

"No need to send it."

Xiu En practically teleported out of the room; if there had been a wall, he probably would have just passed right through it.

"Remember to be at the company on time tomorrow morning. I don't know what's left in the company, but at least someone still has to pay salaries, right?"

Bruce nodded to the young couple at the end, his eyes even carrying a kind of benevolence that I understood.

Although this expression on Bruce's face was somewhat unsettling.

The door was gently closed, completely shutting out the world filled with the sweet scent of cinnamon and love behind them.

The apartment building hallway was filled with an unpleasant smell of cooking oil, but at this moment, even the passageway ahead, which was emanating some kind of trash can smell, was a million times fresher and more refined than the room filled with his mother's love.

"How did you do that?"

Shuen took a deep breath of the tasteless air and looked at Bruce, who was already pressing the down button on the elevator, his eyes filled with inquiry.

"I meant that pie. You tasted it yourself, it practically killed my insulin in that instant."

"Yeah, training, and the sugar content is actually not too bad."

"Compared to the psychotoxins in Arkham or the liquid of unknown composition in Bane, this chemical attack, which is merely based on excessive sucrose, is still within my tolerance range."

Xiu En looked at the sunflower on his shoulder, and both he and the flower made a face that said, "This guy is a monster too."

As the elevator doors opened with a ding, Xiu En straightened his collar and felt as if he had come back to life.