[Comprehensive British and American] Games are merging

It has been three days since the Zongzi blind box incident. Cassandra returned to Hong Kong yesterday. Lin He wanted to stay with her for a few more days, but Cassandra said that she still has work to do in Hong Kong. Tian entrusted the work to a friend, and now I have to go back.

And Dick also went back to Bludhaven - by the way, although he left, he didn't leave anything behind on the matter of supervising Lin He's eating sweets.

He gave the task to Tim.

Lin He was very dissatisfied with this candidate.

In the whole family, if she acted like a baby and said that she wanted to eat a small cake, the others might agree to her request, or be a little more lenient.

Only Tim, who would probably turn her down with a smile on his face.

Don't ask her how she knows.

Thinking of this, Lin He raised his head and glanced at Tim who was sitting on the sofa opposite her leisurely reading a tome, and sighed again.

"Hurley," Tim said without looking up, "need I remind you? This is the ninth time you've sighed—in just three minutes."

"Well, Tim, since you asked that," Lin He didn't mention the little cake, but said meaningfully, "Don't you think your father is a little strange recently?"

It's really not that Lin He is changing the subject. She has accepted the fact that Tim supervises eating sweets. Anyway, Tim doesn't let her eat at all, but strictly controls her eating amount.

And she couldn't even protest it - remembering that she had brought it up in the first place.

When Lin He asked the question, Tim's expression was a little subtle.

He put the book that Lin He couldn't even understand the title on his lap, moved his eyes in the direction Lin He was looking at, and then looked at the study upstairs.

Looking at Tim's expression, Lin He thought he didn't know the details, and suddenly felt a strange pride of "I know a little secret but you don't".

For the time being, she still knows a little bit about this matter, although her dear father probably doesn't want anyone in the family to know that this is a black history thing.

To be honest, this matter is Bruce's private matter in a sense, and it stands to reason that they should not know about it unless Bruce takes the initiative to tell them.

However, everyone in the family is keen to blackmail each other's history, from Bruce to Damian, and no one can escape that.

Lin He has a very profound understanding-you never know how many black history backups these people have made, and you will never know how many other people's black history they have hidden.

The only one in the family who survived was Alfred.

But Alfred occasionally gets shot innocently.

So this time she knew what happened, thanks to her family's plucking of gossip, passing through black history, no matter whether it is true or not, it is a good habit to investigate to the end.

For this, she wanted to praise Jason by name.

Tim glanced at Lin He, lowered his head and turned a page of the book calmly, and then asked lazily, "What? Do you know what happened?"

Lin He triumphantly said, "Of course I know!"

Jason called her about this matter yesterday afternoon, and it made Jason laugh out of breath on the phone.

What is the original sentence "Ever since the old man and his group of friends ate the zongzi made by him, every time they see the old man—oh, I mean Bruce, every time they see him enter the kitchen, they put on a look of falling sky, fuck , It’s so funny. And whenever I see him coming out of the kitchen with something, everyone is very well-informed, and they all tacitly take a detour hahahahaha!”

When Jason called, Lin He could even hear the other party laughing and slapping the table wildly, which shows how happy Jason was at that time.

Therefore, while laughing along, Lin He kindly did not expose the fact that Bruce was not the only one in the rice dumplings they sent, but the whole family was in it.

It looked like Bruce had blamed the whole family.

"That's how things are." Lin He took a sip of water from the teacup on the table after finishing his speech, and said with satisfaction, "Father is too miserable, this is completely a scapegoat."

A large part of the reason why the dumplings taste so weird is that the family is interested in trying to come up with combinations, not that they are really bad at cooking.

Bruce is too wronged to be called kitchen killer by his friends.

Lin He thought full of sympathy.

Tim raised his eyebrows and nodded thoughtfully.

No wonder Bruce seems to be in a bad mood recently. It turned out to be a problem with the watchtower... But why didn't anyone tell him about it?Shouldn't things like black history be shared within the family?

Fortunately, he had packaged and sent the black history video of Lin He and Damian to Jason!

Not knowing what Tim was thinking, Lin He put down his teacup, glanced at the clock, stood up and waved to Tim.

"See you tonight, Tim." Lin He put on his coat and said, "I'm going to go shopping with Barbara and Stephen."

"Okay, see Hurley tonight." Tim looked at Lin He's handsome back, took a sip of coffee slowly, and suddenly reminded Lin He when he walked to the door, "Don't forget, you have reached the standard for sweets today —I'll ask Barbara to keep an eye on you and Stephen."

Lin He froze on the doorknob.

you are vicious.

……

……

At about 04:30, Lin He was driven back to Wayne Manor by Barbara.

Standing in front of the door, Lin He took out the house key and skillfully opened the door of Wayne's mansion.

"I'm back!" Lin He opened the door and said happily, "Today is really..."

As soon as Lin He entered the door, before she finished speaking, she felt three strong senses of presence, and her gaze focused on herself. She finished the rest of the sentence in a little confusion, "I'm so happy... Uh, what are you looking at me for?"

Damian, Tim, and Jason sat neatly and harmoniously in the living room.

And the expressions are very serious.

When Damian saw that it was Lin He, he quickly looked away with disinterest.

And Tim looked at Lin He, and showed her a smile that made Lin He shudder.

Lin He looked tremblingly at his second brother Jason who was the most reliable in this situation, trying to express his doubts with his eyes.

Jason rolled his eyes angrily, then turned his head to look at the kitchen visibly, and then turned back to look at Lin He, as if hinting at something.

Seeing the other party's exaggerated gestures, Lin He blinked in confusion.

--kitchen?Is Ah Fu planning to cook a new dish today?Or is he going to make waffles tonight?

"Good afternoon, Miss Helea." Just now Lin He said in his heart that Alfred was walking down from the second floor with a rag, he nodded and smiled at Lin He, "It's time for you to come back. "

"Master is going to cook a dinner for the young masters and young lady tonight." Alfred said with relief.

Still standing at the door, Lin He slowly put out a question mark.

Although she didn't think her father was a bad cook - but she knew that Bruce was definitely not the kind of person who was very good at cooking.

To be precise, her father's culinary skills should be jumping back and forth between "edible" and "a little problem".

Under everyone's eyes, Lin He clenched the doorknob and said dryly, "Ah, I suddenly want to have dinner outside with Stephen and the others—please tell father that you don't have to cook for me tonight."

Being able to eat and being delicious are completely different concepts. If she can choose, she must choose delicious food!

After finishing speaking, Lin He turned his head and left. Before he had gone a few steps, he was firmly held back by two people, one on the left and one on the right.

Holding Lin He's left arm, Tim smiled slightly and said, "He just took the blame. This is what you say, Hurley. You have to have confidence in Bruce's cooking skills."

Holding Lin He's right arm, Jason twitched the corner of his mouth, and said quietly, "The culprit, do you still want to run?"

He also chased after him but just stood at the door, Damian leaned against the door frame, and sneered at Lin He after meeting his eyes.

Lin He "..."

——So, what does it matter to her? !