Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

This evening, I confirmed one thing.

In the entire Wayne Manor, no one goes to bed early. We are not the Wayne family, we are a family of night owls.

Then all of us neatly sat down in the small dining room obediently after helping my father clean up the mess, watching Alfred, our Superman, use his hands in the kitchen at a speed that almost became an afterimage. Prepare [nutritious, edible, and will not destroy this kitchen that has been passed down for hundreds of years. 】food.

And my elder brother almost laughed out loud. Under my father's expressionless face, I saw that my rich life seemed to be gradually drifting away from me.

Help, I really didn't mean it, I didn't know my dad was in the kitchen, no, if he was in the kitchen just now why didn't I see it at all!Where can my father be so strong and hide!

I hesitated for a moment, and then I moved closer to my father, who was neither sad nor happy, and whispered in a voice that no one else could hear: "Dad, were you really in the kitchen just now...there is no ghost in the kitchen." ?"

"No."

My father sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand and patted my head twice, and then sat down at the table.

As for Damian, who should have fallen asleep in my opinion, he took a super-handsome long sword in great spirits, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the huge yard of our house, and ran into the yard to start dancing the sword.

Shit, I always thought that only those hidden old grandpas or old ladies in Chinatown or Chinatown would do this kind of trick.

But Damian's sword dance didn't look as slow as those old grandpas' swords, nor did their swords look as beautiful.

It looked like a murderous trick.

I shook twice, stretched out my hand and quietly patted Dick who was also sitting next to me waiting for food, my elder brother obviously felt it, he turned his head and looked at me: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." I muttered softly, "Just to see if you are all ghosts."

My elder brother said to me dumbfounded: "There are so many ghosts, not to mention I can assure you that Wayne Manor is probably the place where ghosts are most afraid to come in."

"Why? Are ghosts afraid of money?"

"Pfft..." Sitting on the other side of the table, Tim, who seemed to be in a good mood because Damian went out to dance the sword, let out a muffled laugh, and looked over at me: "You can also say that, money can make the priest Send holy water."

Oh, indeed, the almighty superpower, which means that I can bathe in holy water without any problem!

I looked at my father staringly, my father coughed heavily, and seemed to be impressed by my stupid behavior just now: "If you are really worried, you can ask Alf Red, he's lived at Wayne Manor longer than I have."

"Although Master Bruce's method of diverting attention is still the same, I can assure you that I have lived here for decades and have never seen any ghosts."

Alfred, who was standing in the kitchen, obviously heard my dad's voice.Although the kitchen was blown up, he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

But he still raised his voice very gracefully and said to me: "If you are still very scared when you leave the room at night, please call me anytime."

That being said, Alfred is an old man who took care of my dad growing up.If I hadn’t been woken up today by my screams that were so horrifying that even Lucifer could hear—this is Damian’s original words—it’s absolutely impossible for me to disturb an old man’s sleep at night no matter how scared I am.

I dealt with Alfred with some embarrassment, but I secretly decided in my heart that my damned, super-damn guts really should be trained.

Otherwise, if even the ghost with super bad cooking skills, no, my father is afraid, if I live like this in the notorious city of Gotham, my final cause of death may be a heart attack.

I lost my mind for a while, and when I came back to my senses, I saw my father sitting on the main seat, my elder brother on my right, and even Tim who was opposite me squinted and stared at me.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Roxy, you don't intend to listen to Alfred at all, do you?" Dick, who was sitting next to me, lowered his voice and winked at me. I realized almost instantly that this guy—or, sitting .

The three people here are the same as Damian who was dancing the sword outside—all of them are people who don't listen to Alfred's nagging.

Good guy, the last time I saw this kind of person was the last time.

Following my elder brother's example, I turned my head quietly, and at the same time glanced at Alfred cautiously.

On the second day after I came to this mansion, I vaguely noticed the ecological chain here, no, to be precise, it was the way of survival.

As an orphan who grew up in an orphanage and a foster family—I don’t mean to curse my father—

My sense of survival has always been very keen, and I can usually easily judge how other people perceive me.

It's not that Alfred's words are the truth in this family, and it's an order that cannot be disobeyed.

Otherwise, the few of us wouldn't be sitting here obediently waiting for food.It's just that, from the fact that Alfred still treats himself as a person who has just been taken home and has been separated for many years with so much dedication, I can probably guess that after so many years.

Whether he treats my father or my brothers, he must do his best to care for them.

Facing such an old man who only cares about himself, no matter how willful he is - I am not referring to Damian...

Or a little bit, but I definitely didn't mean to connotate him-I don't think we can do anything to directly defy his concern.

At least when facing the landlord, Mrs. Parra, who also cares about me so much, I even have to be a little cautious about staying up late. I'm a nerd!

Staying up late is my life!

My elder brother and I blinked our eyes tacitly, and even quietly sent messages on the mobile phone, while inquiring about Alfred's activities at night, and when we can sleep until the latest during the day.

My father seemed to be struggling for a long time before he lowered his voice and said righteously: "Staying up late is not good for your health."

"Uh..." I looked at him in astonishment, what was this man talking about!His youngest son, who is not yet 15, is still dancing swords outside, and he said this to me, a 20-year-old college student who is about to break the legal drinking age!

He himself is sitting here, he is not ashamed!

Maybe it's because I stared at him with too much condemnation, my father turned his head, coughed, and regained his father's seriousness and dignity: "Damian is still awake now is an exception, he usually They all went to bed at nine o'clock."

I believe in you.

I wanted to believe it at first, but after my father said it, I keenly noticed that my elder brother and my third younger brother showed inexplicable distorted expressions, and I knew instantly that this was just my father lying to me, shit, After I was in elementary school, no one dared to lie to me.

I nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, Damian is a good baby who goes to bed early."

"Pfft..." Tim, who has always had the best relationship with Damian, couldn't hold back when he heard my perfunctory, and laughed directly, and then I heard Dick happily say to Tim: "Send it to me, send it to me." Give it to me, and Jay, Jay!"

"Jay?" I wasn't too surprised when I heard this temporary driver who claimed to be hired from my elder brother. Although I just met yesterday, Tim and the other party seemed to get along very well. .

Obviously, although Jay is a paid temporary driver, he seems to have a good relationship with the big boys of the Wayne family, especially Damian. If Jay hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have thought of the grumpy Damian. Will tell each other what's on their minds.

My brother is so cute and tsundere.

"You have a good relationship, right? By the way, the family car—" I thought of Jay when my dad introduced me to Wayne Manor yesterday, but he didn't mention the garage.

In this country, a driver's license is almost one of the most basic documents. When I was 16 years old, my wife in the foster family took me to take the test for a learner's driver's license, and I got a full driver's license when I was 17 years old.

So I occasionally take a few other children from foster families to the supermarket to restock in pickup trucks when they are busy.

Maybe I should find time to go back and have a look once in a while?Mr. Vasquez originally wanted to come to help me move. After he knew my father's identity and was persuaded to go back by me, he sent messages from time to time to care about me.

The Vasquez couple are really nice

Man, still trying to fund me after I'm in college.But at the same time, their family also adopted and fostered several children, and the financial burden was not light.

So even when I started eating instant noodles for a week and could only eat half full every day, I still didn't ask them for help.

My younger brothers and sisters all need nutrition more than me. The lack of food in the foster family and the lack of food in the orphanage are mostly due to my surprisingly large appetite. Obviously try to eat less But always do not feel full.

I heard that they adopted another boy after I left home, but due to the double pressure of my studies and work, I haven’t been able to go back to the foster family in the Midwest for a few years, and I haven’t even seen my new brother. .

After I opened my mouth, my father raised his eyebrows, but as a person with social criticism, how could I shrink back under my own father's gaze!

"Can I drive the family car? It's the kind, low-key?" It seems that the fact that I was taken home by my father has not been discovered by the media who are staring at the Wayne family for blood.

But I guess I can't hide it for too long, I've been used to it since I was a child, if my father asks me to drive some kind of luxury car, I'm afraid I won't even dare to go on the road.

"Of course, everything in this family belongs to you." My dad raised his eyebrows: "Can you drive?"

I grew up in the Midwest, can I live without driving a car, I was exhausted just to buy something in the supermarket.

I nodded, and just after I happily had the driving rights and ended the round, Alfred's delicious, delicious supper, which was starving me, was ready.

Come on, Wayne's today's meal!