In front of the table, the blonde boy who placed the cutlery did not change his expression in the face of the angry yell. Unhurriedly arranging the cutlery and preparing the food, the blonde boy, every move, like an elegant aristocrat, full of indescribable rhythm.

If you look closely, every action seems to have been specially measured, following a certain invisible standard, no more, no less than a point.

"Edward, did you hear that?!" Looking at the unhurried Edward, Peter's face darkened, and he raised his voice and shouted loudly. The eyes were filled with a raging fire.

At this time, Edward seemed to have just noticed the person who appeared next to him. Putting down the cutlery in his hand, tilting his head, he looked Peter, whose chest was rising and falling violently, up and down, and said suspiciously.

"Is there something wrong?" There is innocence in the words.

"You!!"

"Damn it, Edward, immediately, immediately, remove your pet from my door!!" Peter's face flushed, and his chest heaved violently, as if it had exploded in half.

"Why? Midori is our tenant, she's paid, and she has the right to live here, doesn't she? Edward said lightly.

"By the way, after breakfast, don't forget to move out, she needs to ensure six hours of light every day."

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, a pitcher plant stretches its sturdy body to its heart's content, and fly traps hang on the plants like lanterns. A hint of vague sweetness spread all around, spreading to the surroundings and slowly enveloping the entire house.

Nepenthes don't look much different from ordinary Venus flytraps. It's just that the nearly one-meter-tall plant, coupled with the body of a mouse that can be seen in the flytrap bag, knows that this flytrap is not ordinary, this is the little green in Edward's mouth, a "strong" pitcher plant.

In the hall, Edward and Peter happily squirted venom at each other, hoping to deliver a fatal blow to each other. Compared with Edward's blandness, Peter is high-spirited and bursts out with 300% combat effectiveness.

"Peter, what about your upbringing!" At this time, the middle-aged woman who was cooking in the kitchen walked out, looked at the young man with a broken face and messy hair, her face sank, and she said in a deep voice.

"Aunt May, Edward ......" the boy named Peter, looking at the middle-aged woman, wanted to justify something. was directly interrupted by a middle-aged woman.

"Peter!"

"Edward, it's your brother. As an older brother, you should be humble to your younger brother, Peter! The middle-aged woman looked at it and scolded in a low voice.

"Aunt May......" is called Peter Boy, looking at the angry Aunt May, opening her mouth to say something, but she doesn't know what to say.

Looking at Peter, who was bowed and depressed, the smile in Edward's eyes sighed in his heart.

"Before I know it, four years have passed, and it's a new day, and I have really survived it, and I can start a new life of my own, a wonderful life."

"It's just that Peter is still the same as before, a miserable green boy." With a frown, Peter had another label.

Seeing Peter bow his head and admit his mistake, Aunt May nodded in satisfaction and turned her head and walked into the kitchen.

“…… According to our reporter, the winner of the National Contribution Award, Mr. Tony Stark, was once again absent from the ......"

Listening to the familiar name in my ears, I casually glanced at the TV and glanced at the familiar image.

Turning his head to look at Peter in front of him, a smile flashed in Edward's eyes, but his mouth was unceremoniously mocking.

"Oh, look at our Mr. Peter, the way he looks now, uh-huh, the bird's nest hair, the sloppy look, no wonder no girl likes you."

"Peter. You know, you're eighteen years old, you're already an adult, but why, you're still like a child, Peter. Like an aria, a mocking tone erupted from Edward's mouth.

"Yes, my dear 'brother'!" In the face of Edward's ridicule, Peter replied without showing weakness.

"Ha, Peter, have you found the only place where you can defeat me, yes, that is age, you will always be older than me, this is your only advantage, alas!" Edward looked at Peter with a smile on his face, and said with a smile.

"Uh-huh, Edward, you're right, I'll always be older than you, and you'll always call me brother. yes, my brother. As if he had found something, Peter looked at Edward triumphantly and said aloud.

A hint of excitement flashed in Edward's eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, when he was born, he was a quarter of an hour later than Peter, but in this short period of time, he became Spider-Man's twin brother, not his brother. I was unhappy in my heart, but I said sarcastically in my mouth.

"Yes, the 'elder brother' who will always live in the shadow of his younger brother." Edward also squirted his own venom at Peter.

Peter Parker's face was tangled, his face full of bitterness. Edward's words just now instantly hit the vital point, doubling the damage.

Looking at the Spider-Man movie, you will find that Peter inherited the excellent talent of his parents, and his own IQ is not very high, he can be said to be a genius, although not as good as Tony Stark's level, but definitely the next level. If you don't become Spider-Man, maybe in the future, you will become a world-famous scientist.

However, this kind of intelligence, this kind of talent, in the face of his younger brother, Edward Parker, seems to be insignificant, if Spider-Man inherited his father's talent, then Edward is better than the blue, far more than his father, completely a demon.

Looking at the two energetic teenagers, arguing. Whether it is Uncle Ben or Aunt Mei, they all watched the two of them quarrel constantly with a warm face, it has been going on for more than ten years, they are used to it, this is already part of the family.

"Alright, Harry is coming." Aunt May looked at the time and interrupted the two of them. A pair of dissatisfied eyes looked at Peter's messy hair and sloppy dress.

"Peter, if I were you, I'd go and clean up my personal hygiene right away!"

"Yes, Aunt May." Peter whispered, then glared at Edward with a smile on his face and reluctantly walked into the bathroom.

"Aunt May, I'll come." After saying that, Edward reached out and took the cutlery from Aunt May's hand, and slowly placed it on the small table.