American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

The door opened, and the man who walked in folded up his umbrella, complaining as he hung it, "The weather has been so unpredictable lately, Jonathan. Remember to keep an eye on your haystack."

"Um?!"

Jonathan seemed to have remembered something and rushed out, "My haystack!"

Um.

The two of them still look the same as they did seven years ago.

Of course, this is impossible.

Locke has become much stronger and his height seems to have grown again.

If you measure carefully...

You will find that his height has increased from 187cm to an astonishing 195cm!

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Chapter 3 Dior, the Natural Tea Master

Hiding in Martha's arms with red eyes, Dio's little face wrinkled in grievance.

Clark stood there at a loss, still clutching the torn book stained with pig food.

"Uncle Locke!" Seeing his father leave, Clark rushed over to Locke as if he had seen a savior, his blue eyes filled with anxiety. "Listen to my explanation, I didn't mean to bully Dio!"

Upon hearing this, Dio immediately buried his face deeper into Martha's apron, his shoulders trembling slightly and he let out small sobs.

Locke raised an eyebrow and looked between the two children.

As the two children have grown up, similar dramas have been played out too many times in recent years.

Dio always managed to use the most innocent attitude to force Clark into a state of silence.

He didn't know why Dio did this, but every time he asked, Dio would hum and bury his head in the quilt, refusing to pay attention to him.

Locke felt a little tired.

Is it true that a person's nature cannot be changed from birth?

"Clark?" He deliberately dragged out his tone and squatted down to look Clark in the eye. "So tell me, what happened?"

Clark's face turned red with anxiety.

"I just wanted to see what book Dio was reading, and it might have been me... Maybe I accidentally slipped my hand?" He looked down in frustration. "I'm sorry, I forgot to control my strength, and the book flew out and fell into the pig trough."

"So it was an accident?" Locke asked.

"Yes! It was an accident!" Clark nodded vigorously, then added dejectedly, "But Dio said I did it on purpose."

"Can"

Dio only then raised his head from Martha's arms, tears still hanging on his eyelashes, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito's hum, "That book was bought for me by my father last week."

A good move is to retreat in order to advance.

Locke sighed inwardly. This kid could have just complained directly, but he insisted on emphasizing the origin of the book. It was like he had "I am sensible but wronged" written all over his face.

really

"Ah, poor Dio." Martha immediately hugged Dio with heartache, "Clark really should learn to control his strength."

"I'm not!"

Clark stamped his feet anxiously, and the wooden floor under his feet creaked under the weight.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control again, Locke cleared his throat.

"Clark, what should you do if you break someone else's things?"

"Apologize." Clark turned to Dio with a pout, "I'm sorry, Dio. I'll help you clean the book later."

Blinking his red eyes that were still glistening with water, Dio revealed an angelic smile.

"It's okay, Brother Clark. I know you didn't mean it."

——The speed of changing his expression amazed Locke.

Is this really a seven-year-old kid?

"Oh~ It seems our problem is solved." Jonathan, who came back from nowhere, clapped his hands in relief. "Then, kids, it's time for dinner."

"Martha made apple pie, and Locke's slow-roasted brisket from the fire he started this morning should be ready too!"

"Then I'll sit with Dad!"

Dio immediately jumped off Martha's lap, trotted over to Locke, and took his hand obediently, not forgetting to turn around and smile sweetly at Clark, "Brother, come too."

"?"

Clark stood there blankly, his face full of confusion as to what had just happened.

Locke rubbed his temple.

He leaned over to Dio's ear and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Enough is enough, little devil."

"What did you say, Dad?" Dio's smile remained unchanged as he responded in a low voice, "Dad, I really just want to get along well with my brother."

"."

"Okay, let's eat. Clark, you and I will go check out the brisket."

"Yeah! It's brisket!"

Dio stood there, watching Locke and Clark walk out of the house, and his well-behaved smile gradually froze.

His fingers unconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes, and a hint of gloom flashed in his ruby ​​eyes.

"Damn Clark!"

He gnashed his teeth in his heart, "I just pretend to be pitiful to get Dad's sympathy."

It was clearly a situation he had carefully designed, but as soon as that big idiot showed that confused expression, Dad's attention would be immediately drawn to him.

Staring at Clark's back, Dio's eyes lingered on the plaid shirt stained with grass debris.

He remembered that this piece of clothing was bought by his father, but he thought it was too tacky and never wore it.

But now it appears on Clark!

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The setting sun stretched the shadow of the oven very long.

When you open the heavy iron lid, the rich aroma of meat mixed with the smoky smell of fruit wood immediately hits you.

Clark stood by, staring at the oven, but his expression was still a little depressed.

"Still feeling aggrieved?"

Locke poked the charcoal fire with an iron hook, and sparks flew.

"I really didn't mean it." Clark kicked the pebble on the ground, and under Locke's helpless eyes, kicked it into the clouds. "That book..."

"I know."

Locke interrupted him, pulling a knife from his pocket, "Bend over."

When Clark lowered his head in confusion, Locke used the tip of a knife to pry open a corner of the tinfoil, and amber gravy immediately gushed out, shining temptingly in the firelight.

He quickly cut off a small piece of the caramel-colored tip and stuffed it into Clark's mouth while it was still hot.

? !

Clark's eyes widened instantly.

The crispy outer layer breaks apart between your teeth, while the tender meat inside melts on your tongue, and the sweet aroma of black pepper and maple syrup explodes in your mouth!

He subconsciously covered his mouth, fearing that the fragrance would slip away from the corners of his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Locke blinked.

Clark nodded frantically, his cheeks puffing out like a hamster.

"That's what it means to make a fortune in silence, Clark."

Locke rewrapped the tinfoil and lowered his voice, "Instead of arguing, it's better to wait and enjoy the actual benefits."

Clark swallowed the meat with a confused look, a little sauce still on the corner of his mouth.

Locke reached out and wiped it off for him, then continued, "Dio might have a bit of a peculiar personality, but he's actually a good kid."

"Please be more considerate of him."

The evening breeze blew through Clark's curly black hair, bringing with it the scent of distant alfalfa fields.

"I know. He's my brother after all." Clark looked down at his muddy work boots and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Uncle Locke, can I have another piece?"

Locke laughed in silence and secretly cut a bigger piece for him.

"Chew slowly."

"okokokok!"

Clark learned his lesson this time and squatted behind the oven like a little bear who had stolen honey, savoring the excellent beef brisket in small bites.

His blue eyes sparkled in the twilight, and his previous depression had long since disappeared.

At this moment, Martha's voice was heard from inside the house, calling for dinner.

"Let's go." Locke patted Clark on the shoulder. "You're a man who can lift a haystack."

Clark nodded vigorously, and when he stood up, he suddenly gave Locke a tight hug, but then quickly controlled the strength, fearing that he would accidentally squeeze his uncle's ribs and make a sound like last time.

When the two returned to the house, Dio was sitting at the dining table, folding napkins for everyone attentively.

His gaze lingered on Clark's shiny mouth for a second, and his red pupils shrank slightly.

"Brother Clark, is there something on the corner of your mouth?"

Dio reminded sweetly.

Chapter 4 Vampire Hunter D

Today is the Kent family's dinner party.

Under the warm yellow light, the long wooden table was filled with a sumptuous dinner.

Martha's apple pie smelled sweet with cinnamon, and Jonathan's creamy corn soup was steaming.

The most eye-catching thing is the beef brisket that Locke carefully grilled.

The skin is crispy and shiny, the inside is tender and juicy, and the aroma of meat almost fills the entire table.

Sitting at the dining table, Dio was as elegant as a young nobleman, not looking like a farmer's son at all.

He slowly and methodically cut the meat on the plate, each cut precisely following the grain, then gently put it into his mouth with a fork and chewed it slowly.

On the contrary,

At the other end of the table, Clark was eating voraciously.

He forked up a large piece of beef brisket and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster, and the greasy sauce covered his mouth.

Glancing at Clark and then at Dio, Jonathan couldn't help but smile and said, "Clark, eat slowly. No one is going to snatch it from you."

"Uh-huh-!"

Clark nodded vaguely, but his chewing speed did not slow down at all. In the blink of an eye, he picked up the second piece of meat.