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In the end, Lin He and others almost got into a big fight in the kitchen because of snatching the bowl, and they left the kitchen disheartened under Alfred's benevolent gaze.

Damian's bowl of fruit was not confiscated by Alfred, but Alfred euphemistically said that if Damian insisted on using these two ingredients to make fillings, then he would pay attention to picking out the zongzi Let Damian eat it himself.

A simple sentence dispelled Damian's plan to cause trouble. After all, he himself did not have any tendency to masochistic, and he did not want to taste that kind of thing himself.

After leaving the kitchen, Jason wanted to walk towards him, but Lin He stopped him directly.

Jason stopped in his tracks and asked with a subtle expression, "Well, I should have guessed it when I saw your expression——what good idea did you come up with?"

Lin He slowly made a question mark.

Jason are you polite?How do you say that she seems to be doing trouble every day?

She is obviously the cutest in the family!

After Jason finished speaking, Lin He even felt the eyes of other people behind him, as if everyone thought she was going to do something.

"No, I'm not paying attention!" Lin He tried his best to ignore the strong eyes behind him, looked at Jason and said confidently, "I just want to change places with you."

Dick, who was secretly poking into the rice dumpling leaves, had already put glutinous rice stuffed with chocolate, Dick raised his head instantly, stared at Lin He who was standing in front of Jason, and said, "Hulley! Why did you change positions? Did you say that you would be the first one?" A promise to taste my chocolate dumplings have you forgotten?"

Under Jason's slightly silent acquiescence, Lin He had happily sat on the empty seat between Cassandra and Tim.

Facing Dick's exaggerated statement, Lin He rolled his eyes at him, "Please, Dick, when did I promise you? And by the way, I have already blacklisted you for making zongzi. I hope you can do it on it." Good mark, don't let me eat it by mistake."

Lin He reached out to pick up the zong leaves on the table, smiled gently at Dick, and added, "Thank you."

Sitting in Lin He's original position, Jason slapped Dick on the back of the head to interrupt Dick and wanted to continue talking, and then said angrily, "Come on, let's continue your work now-if you have leftover zong leaves, I won't help you."

"Huh, make it sound like it's our job," Dick said half-jokingly. "Isn't that our entertainment? Well, of course, it's kind of a family reunion."

——So it’s okay even if it’s not finished, isn’t it?

"Although I really want to agree with you, but when the old man's friends know that we are going to give them the rice dumplings made by ourselves, this is our job."

"Please tell me you're kidding, Jay."

"Dick, you haven't developed any advantages after staying in Bludhaven for so long. You have learned the essence of deceiving yourself and others."

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Thanks to Jason's supervision and Alfred's help, everyone finally used up all the zong leaves, and then handed over the finished product to Alfred for cooking.

Dick was very interested in cooking rice dumplings and followed Alfred to the kitchen to help, while the others collapsed on the sofa to rest.

"Sometimes I really admire Dick's vitality." Lin He said in a drawn-out tone, "He can still go to help cook with vigor - after making a lot of zongzi."

"Oh, dear." Barbara, sitting next to Lin He, said with a smile, "He has always been like this, and it's not the first time you know him."

For a moment, the living room was in a sea of ​​fun, and some people—Jason and Damian in particular—were very interested in telling everyone about Dick's embarrassing energy.

Lin He didn't even know about some things, probably happened before she came to this house, but this didn't stop her from listening with gusto.

Listening, Lin He's attention began to shift to Bruce who was reading the newspaper seriously. She glanced at Jason who was still talking about black history, then turned to Bruce who was sitting on the other side of her and asked in a low voice, "Hey, father, can I ask Do you have a question?"

"What?" Bruce put down the newspaper, revealing those steel blue eyes, and asked in a soft voice.

"I'm curious, Jason mentioned your friends—how many of them?"

Bruce "..."

In fact, Jason wanted to express that they should be colleagues, but using colleagues is easy to cause misunderstandings. After all, he is still the boss of Wayne on the surface. How many people can be called colleagues under such an identity?

You can't say that you want to give zongzi to all the employees of Wayne Enterprises, right?

So it's obvious that friends mean the Justice League mates.

So Lin He's question can be replaced by - how many superheroes are there in the Justice League.

This is a good question. Although the seven founders are the most famous in the Justice League, these seven heroes are not the only ones in the Justice League.

Bruce fell silent slightly.

As a Justice League consultant, he certainly knows how many superheroes there are in the Justice League, but he doesn't want to report a number directly to Lin He.

Because if he really gave Lin He a number lightly, according to his understanding of Lin He, Lin He's next topic would most likely be to let him introduce his friends separately.

It's okay to introduce Green Arrow Oliver, at least the other party is also a rich second generation. It can be said that he met at the banquet.

But what should he say about someone like Superman Clark?Without revealing his identity, is he going to use the fact that his friendship with Mr. Clark comes from the fact that his mother is named Martha so they are very close as a shield?

That sounds pretty outrageous.

Bruce thought only for a moment, and he pretended not to care, he turned a page of the newspaper and replied, "Sorry, Hurley, I didn't count--but there are quite a few, probably."

Fortunately, after receiving Bruce's hint, Tim quickly squeezed in, successfully diverting Lin He's attention away from the question of "how many friends Bruce has and who are they?"

And Tim's method of diverting Lin He's attention was very simple and rude. He leaned over and smiled at Lin He, and then said, "Hulley, who are you going to eat later?"

This question is equivalent to asking what for lunch today-this is a very important question.

Lin He replied without the slightest hesitation, "Me or Jason, and the girls should be fine too. I thought it was obvious. Do you want to eat, uh, Damian?"

Think of Damian's sinister intentions!He also planned to use a combination of winter dates and bananas as a filling!

Tim and Lin He showed a tacit smile, and then tacitly put Damian into the absolute blacklist in their hearts.

Lin He swears that she would rather eat Dick or Bruce, and never try Damian to make zongzi.

After chatting for a while, Alfred and Dick finally cooked the zongzi they wanted to eat at noon.

It is not too late to cook zongzi for other people who want to give them away after they have finished their meal.

So a group of people sat on both sides of the long table in the restaurant again.

"Ah Fu." Staring at the plates of cooked zongzi in the middle of the table, Lin He had a complicated expression on her face, and she was the first to break the silence and asked, "Can I know why some of the zongzi's skins are stained with some unknown black? Substance? I thought things like zongzi shouldn’t be burnt?”

Dick looked away guiltily.

When asked, Alfred glanced at Lin He, and immediately said, "Of course not, Miss Helea."

"So this is?"

"It's probably because one of the chocolate dumplings was not tied properly, and the chocolate inside melted in the water. So it should be on the dumplings cooked in the same pot?" Alfred said tactfully, "By the way, masters, ladies and gentlemen, the kitchen There is also a pot of rice soup, does anyone want to try it?"

Rice soup?

Lin He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that it was probably because the rice dumplings were not tied properly and the stuffing was exposed.

Sitting opposite Lin He, Stephanie glanced at Alfred with a calm expression, and asked aloud, "What's in the rice soup?"

"Glutinous rice, fruit, meat—oh, and melted chocolate," said Alfred briskly.

all "..."

Finally, Lin He said dryly, "This shouldn't be called rice soup, Ah Fu."

"Please respectfully call it the Supreme Dark Cuisine."

Even ace can't eat this stuff, okay?