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To be honest, Lin He never imagined that she could compare eating zongzi with opening a blind box.

Lin He unpacked a rice dumpling with a heavy heart, and she looked up at Alfred, who was smiling at Damian with a reluctance on his face.

In fact, if it is possible, Lin He would like to break open to see the filling, or take a bite to try it, if it is not delicious... then throw it to others.

Lin He swears that she is never so picky. Even if it is her least favorite thing in real life - green peppers, she will not pick green peppers to others because she doesn't like to eat them.

But, these dumplings are different!

This is no longer a question of whether it tastes good, but a question of whether it can be eaten!

Damn, Dick, what kind of weird stuffing did they pack? !

Although Lin He wanted others to suffer for her, she looked around and everyone had complicated expressions.

Lin He "..."

She couldn't believe it. Could it be that no one in this family made zongzi normally and used fillings normally?

Taking chances, Lin He stared at the rice dumpling in his hand, which seemed to be in good condition, and took a bite.

Sitting opposite Lin He, Tim hasn't eaten yet. He is observing other zongzi eaters, trying to see which kind of zongzi is relatively normal from their expressions, and then pick out the same zongzi from the pile of zongzi to taste.

When he glanced at Lin He, he paused.

He saw Lin He holding the rice dumpling she had just bitten into, the corners of her eyes were moist, and she sniffed her nose vigorously under his puzzled gaze.

The corner of Tim's mouth twitched, and he asked, "...Hulley, what's wrong with you?"

"Which fucking bastard put mustard in the rice dumplings." Lin He said while wiping tears expressionlessly.

After taking a mouthful of mustard, Lin He felt that he was about to be sent to see God.

The last zongzi she ate was spicy, but she could barely accept it, after all, she quite likes spicy food.Then this one is with mustard.

This made Lin He have a question.

——You just don’t want to make normal zongzi, right?Just want to show your uniqueness but without any level of cooking skills!

Not to mention sweet dumplings, even if she doesn't like meat dumplings!

After wiping his tears, Lin He glanced at the zongzi that she took a bite and threw on the plate with disgust, then raised his head and scanned everyone with sharp eyes, and asked slowly in a flat tone, "Excuse me, may I know where it is?" Did the chef add wasabi to the rice dumplings?"

Sitting next to Lin He, Cassandra also had a strange expression. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "...why did I eat durian?"

Jason said in a subtle tone, "Then I also want to ask, who stuffed abalone into the rice dumplings?"

The scene fell into awkward silence for a while, and then everyone broke out in silence.

"God, you can't imagine what flavor I tasted - coffee flavor, my God, did you make Tim? How did you incorporate coffee into it? Could it be that coffee powder was spilled?" Stephanie was a little disgusted , she poked the rice dumplings on the plate with a fork, and said, "I usually have enough coffee, and I don't want to have coffee-flavored lunch anymore."

Tim was very dissatisfied with being wronged, he protested "Hey, why is it me? I didn't make it at all! I didn't make coffee-flavored rice dumplings!"

Barbara glanced at other people's fillings, her expression changed from weird to relieved, she took another bite of her zongzi, and said with emotion, "After seeing the taste of your zongzi, I realized that mine is pretty good. "

Lin He looked around curiously, but she couldn't see the filling of Barbara's zongzi, so she asked directly, "Barbara, what flavor is yours?"

Barbara reassured, "There's no taste, it's all glutinous rice—oh, Ah Fu, thank you, I just wanted some sugar to dip in."

Lin He "..."

Rice, rice balls?

Lin He moved his eyes and turned his eyes to Damian who had not spoken.

Although Damian didn't speak, it was clear from his expression that the rice dumplings he ate were not normal.At this time, Damian was staring at Dick with a dark face, as if he wanted to stuff the rice dumpling in Dick's mouth.

Obviously, Damiana should come from Dick's Chocolate Dumplings.

To be honest, Lin He had to admit, that zongzi looked quite... dark.

Literally dark.

And Dick didn't notice Damian's death gaze—no, it can't be said that he didn't notice it, he couldn't care about Damian's death gaze anymore.

After eating the chili dumplings, he took another sip of hot milk, trying to suppress the spiciness. Dick felt that his whole body was not well, so he gasped and hissed, "Ah Fu, can I have a glass of ice water?"

The only one who survived and the only one who ate normal rice dumplings was Bruce.

He eats very very normal candied date dumplings.

Bruce ate the last zongzi, then slowly put down the fork, thinking very calmly

——Fortunately, he secretly marked Lin He's zongzi.

In the end, the group of people present looked at each other in blank dismay, and they didn't want to test their luck anymore.

Choosing zongzi is like opening a blind box.

And because of table manners and other reasons, they can't stuff it to others after they choose.

"Why don't we have something for lunch today." Lin He suggested sincerely.

"Agree."

"Then what should we do with these zongzi? Should we put them in the refrigerator and eat them at night?"

Everyone was silent when they heard it, and began to rack their brains trying to come up with a reason not to eat here one night.

Jason broke the silence before they could tell the reason why they made it up.

He said firmly, "Send all of these out."

"Agree!"

……

……

At night, watchtower.

Gathered in the restaurant, some superheroes were lost in thought while looking at a pot of zongzi on the table.

The Flash shook his head, a little afraid to say, "Really? Did Batman do it himself?"

Although Batman treated him very well, and even stored special snacks specially made for him in the watchtower, but cooking something himself - Flash felt as if he was dreaming.

In the dream, there was a Batman wearing a pink apron holding a spatula, kindly and gently telling them not to be picky eaters.

"Boy, I must remind you that Batman said it was their family - so there should be other people's works in it." Wonder Woman stared at the strangely shaped rice dumplings with her arms folded with interest, and commented, "This looks very interesting , I heard it comes from oriental traditional food.”

Green Arrow moved back in distaste, trying to stay away from the dumplings, before saying, "Seriously, guys, Batman makes food—ha, isn't it April Fools' day?"

"Uh, I think we can give it a try, maybe it's a wish." Facing the other people's eyes of "Dude, are you kidding?" Blue Beetle cleared his throat with some embarrassment, and continued, "—I It means maybe."

"Okay, so here comes the question - which one was made by Batman himself?" The Flash shrugged, accepted the setting very naturally, and asked, "What do you think?"

Green Arrow moved back with the chair, reached for a dumpling, and showed the others, "I guess it's this."

Wonder Woman raised her eyebrows, "Why?"

"Don't you think this binding method is very familiar?" Green Arrow said meaningfully.

Everyone stared at the rice dumpling in his hand for a while, and then laughed out loud.

This five-flower tying method——

"Oh, it's like tying up a criminal," Wonder Woman concluded with a smile.