"No, you can't touch this."
Peter, who was Leon, snatched a Playboy magazine from A-Zu's hand with the fastest speed.
The baby, crawling on the ground, immediately burst into tears when he saw his favorite toy being taken away.
Looking at A-Zu, who had shown signs of being a lecher since childhood, Peter was a little speechless.
He looked at the woman on the magazine cover.
She had a powerful physique and a full bust, exuding the aura of a mature woman.
Sure enough, this guy had shown a strong desire for mature women since he was a child.
"For your health, this is not allowed."
Peter threw the magazine into a cardboard box.
A creaking sound came from the cardboard box.
Peter then pulled the cardboard box over and found that it contained many CDs.
Korn, Smashing Pumpkins, Nine Inch Nails.
These were all bands that the original owner had collected that were popular in this World.
On top of the CDs was a pile of comic books, with a Tyrannosaurus Rex gazing down imperiously, and Transformers sandwiched between the books.
Peter casually picked up the dinosaur model and handed it to the wailing A-Zu.
A-Zu, who received a new toy, immediately stopped crying, his two round eyes staring unblinkingly at the dinosaur.
Seeing that the other party was no longer crying, Peter let out a long sigh of relief.
Neither his previous life's self nor the original owner knew anything about taking care of children.
After all, he hadn't even been married, so how could he have experience taking care of a baby?
"Formula, baby diapers, cribs, toiletries, etc., these are all necessities."
He casually put a butterscotch candy in his mouth, letting it swing between his molars.
"If you want to save trouble, it's best to hire a wet nurse or a nanny, but unfortunately…"
He shook his head slightly; all his liquid assets combined were no more than a thousand U.S. dollars, so how could he hire a nanny?
Although he didn't know the cost of nannies in the United States, it certainly wasn't something his thousand U.S. dollars could handle.
"Hmph!"
Just as he was thinking about his future livelihood, he suddenly heard a strange "hmph hmph" sound.
He looked down and found that at some point, a butterscotch candy had gotten into A-Zu's mouth.
The candy was stuck in his mouth, and A-Zu, whose face was flushed from being choked, let out painful "hmph hmph" sounds.
Seeing that the other party was choked by the candy, Peter was startled.
He quickly picked up the other party, used the Heimlich maneuver, supported his chin, and patted his back with his hand.
After a few pats, with a loud "bang," the butterscotch candy spat out by A-Zu heavily impacted the floor.
Like the roar of a fired bullet, it tore through the air, impacting deep into the floor, embedding itself deeply within.
Looking at the butterscotch candy embedded in the floor, Peter took a deep breath, staring in shock at A-Zu, who was sucking his finger as if nothing had happened.
This kid had such a talent at such a young age?!
Spitting out the butterscotch candy had the effect of a gun firing a bullet.
He took out a butterscotch candy, wanting to put it back in the other party's mouth to try again.
But then he thought about such an inhumane act; if he really choked the other party to death, it would be a huge problem, so he finally gave up.
Afternoon.
Peter drove towards Walmart.
He was preparing to buy some infant and toddler supplies.
The old Toyota car made an annoying rumbling noise as soon as it hit the road.
Fortunately, the roads in the small town he was in, called Smallville, were neatly paved, without potholes, smooth and flat like a beetle's shell.
Peter placed A-Zu in the child safety seat in the back of the car and told him, "Don't move around, or I'll confiscate your toys, understand?"
A-Zu, with his small chubby hands, played with the Tyrannosaurus Rex and looked up at Peter's face.
Perhaps thinking his father wanted to snatch his toy, he immediately put the Tyrannosaurus Rex behind him.
Rubbing the golden hair on the other party's head, Peter started the car.
Twenty minutes later.
Peter parked the car next to Walmart and put a coin into the old parking meter.
Then he opened the car door, picked up A-Zu, and walked towards the supermarket.
The parking lot was separated from the supermarket by a downhill road, and when Peter reached the middle, he suddenly heard exclamations from around him.
"Oh my God! My child!"
Hearing the sound, Peter looked back and up.
He saw a stroller, rushing towards him at lightning speed.
Inside the out-of-control stroller, a baby boy seemed to be lying.
At the top of the ramp, a young woman in her twenties was running down with all her might, trying to reach out and grab the stroller.
Unfortunately, the distance between them grew wider and wider, and the mother became more and more desperate.
"Bang!"
At the critical moment, Peter stretched out his hand and grabbed the rushing stroller.
The chasing mother saw the stroller stopped, quickly ran over, and excitedly picked up the baby boy from the stroller.
"Oh my God! God!"
The excited and incoherent mother quickly thanked Peter, "Thank you, sir, thank you, if it weren't for you, I would have made a huge mistake; I stumbled just now, and the stroller slipped out of my hand."
The woman, regardless of the dirt on her clothes, thanked Peter with an excited expression.
"It's nothing, ma'am, if it were my child, I believe someone would help too."
Peter, holding A-Zu, said with a smile.
The young woman felt even more that Peter was a good person.
"Thank you! Thank you very much, sir!"
The woman, not knowing how to express her gratitude, excitedly hugged Peter and thanked him again.
"I'm Martha, Martha Kent, sir, perhaps we can exchange contact information, I mean… my husband will definitely want to thank you in person."
Martha wanted to exchange contact information with Peter.
Peter glanced at the baby in the stroller, originally wanting to refuse.
But then he suddenly remembered something.
"Wait… you said your name is Martha?"
Martha Kent, isn't this Superman Clark's mother?
In other words…
He cast a shocked gaze at the baby Martha was holding.
This black-haired baby is Clark?
He coughed and tried to ask in a normal-sounding voice, "This child… may I know his name?"
Seeing Peter suddenly look at her child, Martha felt a little strange.
"Clark, his name is Clark Kent."
She said her son's name.
The moment he heard her say "Clark Kent," Peter's heart skipped a beat.
It really is Superman!
His pre-ordered Kryptonian baby was actually intercepted by the Martha couple in advance!
Although A-Zu was also good, how could a Superman created later be as good as an idealistic Superman?
He originally thought there was a high possibility of finding Superman in the next meteor shower.
Now knowing that Superman had fallen into someone else's hands, his mindset was a little broken.
He really wanted to ask Martha: Can we swap?