Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

My brother, no, my elder brother warmly greeted me to sit down, the table in front of me looked small and warm, crowded with five sets of tableware and the food that was obviously enough for more than five people, it looked full.

The Wayne family is really very different from the rich family I imagined, where two people eat at a long table, with one table at the head and one at the end. Just as I walked from the kitchen door to the small dining room and sat down I can assure you with my eyes with excellent dynamic vision that Damian and Tim have already clashed with each other several times with a fork on the table during this short distance.

Are they professional fencers? Why is the stab so standard?

"Do you want to eat smoked ham?" Although it is a classic southern European cuisine, there are indeed some people who cannot accept the aroma of ham.But I'm different, I, he? Mom, it's cute to eat, come, come to me.

I nodded vigorously, the aroma of smoked ham has penetrated into my nasal cavity through the air, arousing my greed after playing the game for more than four hours excitedly, I quickly stood beside my elder brother He sat down, and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth for fear that he would drool uncontrollably.

I think my elder brother—or everyone at the table—may have noticed this scene, my father showed a loving and serious face, and my elder brother spoke to me in a sweet tone that dripped honey: " You must be starving, hurry up and have dinner... It's all because Tibao stayed in bed for too long today."

My third brother should be quite wronged, because the time I came down was the same as Alfred's scheduled meal time, which meant that even if my third brother stayed in bed, he would never be able to delay until the meal time.

But my third brother seems to be accustomed to such slander, he just raised his eyelids sleepily, then pushed the black pepper on his end towards me, and then continued to talk to Da with a blank expression. Mian fights.

Feelings are so good...

I happily sat down on my seat, and while comforting my hungry belly, I said happily: "Tim and Damian have a very good relationship, even when they are eating. of."

At this moment, the movements of everyone's hands stopped for a moment. My father and my elder brother looked at each other. It seemed that we didn't know whether we wanted to cry or laugh. Anyway, the expressions should be quite complicated.

But Tim and Damian were different. They showed the same expression of disgust by coincidence, and even refuted in unison.

"evil--"

Fighting is kissing and scolding is love. I use my Netflix and Disney accounts for many years to guarantee that there must be a deep family relationship between them.

Just like the family members in TV dramas who will stand up at critical moments even though they are fighting.

I'm so envious...

No, I don't need to be envious, I am also a member of the Wayne family now.

So cool...

I smiled and watched the two arrogant younger brothers refute the relationship between the two of them, and finally felt the feeling of a father's love, while listening to Damian's cold protest and Tim yawning Rolling eyes, I nodded; "Got it, got it, you two don't have a good relationship."

While I showed an expression of "I understand", I watched the two younger brothers in a daze for a moment, and then became even more mad. Damian even stared at me dissatisfied, as if he was going to use the fake knife on the wall in the next second. It's like cutting a sword in two.

In fact, he did say that.

"One more word of nonsense, and I'll cut you off with that sword." My little brother said sinisterly, while my father showed a disapproving expression on the side, and was about to speak, but I was ruthlessly interrupted .

"Okay, okay, you're going to kill me, eat quickly, you haven't eaten breakfast, have you?" I showed my most gentle and kind smile and looked at Da Mi An exhorted with an expression as if he had eaten shit.

Small sample, I have brought fifty children if not one hundred. Boys in Damian's age range are just in the rebellious period. They can say all kinds of shit and cut me with a sword. I used my fist in the orphanage When fighting the world, the child was still breastfeeding.

I didn’t know until later that Damian really loved me at that time—otherwise my skull could really be lifted by him, he

No kidding.

While he was nursing he could kill ten of me with one hand.

"Did you hear that, eat quickly, good boy." Tim took a sip of black coffee, and said to Damian still sleepily, with a tenth-level mocking smile that even I could see: "Brother, I'll wait for you." I'm going to the company soon, and the kids are obediently doing their homework at home."

"Drake—"

"Damian..." At this moment, my father spoke. He sounded like the patriarch of oriental TV dramas. His tone was serious, not at all like the playboy in the rumors. He put down the fork in his hand , looked in Damian's direction: "What did I tell you?"

"Cut." Damian's anger seemed to be suppressed by my father, and he sat back on the chair angrily, staring at Tim while cutting the ham on the plate.

It looked like he was cutting Tim's meat.

To be honest, as an orphan who was taught to only eat half full since childhood, after I was recognized by my father, I ate the most when I ate. Whether it is in an orphanage or a foster family, they should try their best. Its duty is to prevent us from starving to death, freezing to death, and receiving the education we deserve. No matter how good the food is and how warm the clothes are, it is impossible.

And after I graduated from high school and went to university without a guardian, I moved out of the foster family as usual and started to fend for myself, no, to fend for myself. The unscrupulous boss who deducted my wages is on the top, let alone saving money, it is difficult for me to even have a full meal.

The first full meal I have ever had in my life was the day my dad came to my door to recognize my relatives.

Although I tried my best to remember the etiquette that should be observed when eating, my dad obviously saw that I was very hungry, and not only ordered a lot of food.He even gave me half of the foie gras and steak on his plate with paternal love.

Chiliu, it smells really good.

Closer to home, because of my childhood experience, I always feel that everything tastes delicious, and it is still the same now. When this fairy lunch is over, the food on the table has been swept away by us.And I say without exaggeration, one-third of it went into my stomach.

I think my dad even looked at my stomach with worried eyes.

I can still eat, I can!

I happily walked out of the gate leading to the huge yard with a stomach full of food. Since my elder brother drove me back to Wayne Manor yesterday, I have not left this house, but today the sun is shining outside the window , I heard that it is a rare good weather in Gotham.Although I live in a house, it feels good to absorb the smell of plants in the yard once in a while.

I don't have to work for Big John anymore, I am no longer a worker!

I can do whatever I want!Cool!

The lush trees and bushes are neatly pruned, and some of them look oddly shaped. Perhaps it is the sudden creativity of the gardener?

There are benches for people to rest in the yard, and the stone chairs still have the temperature of being heated by the sun just now.

If I was in shorts I would have jumped up in pain.But I was very prescient. In order not to be bitten by mosquitoes, I wrapped my legs tightly, not to mention mosquitoes, even my buttocks would not be able to burn me.

I happily leaned on the bench, facing the green mountains and plains, and took out my mobile phone even more happily.

Playing mobile phones in the wild is good for the eyes, there is green!

Just before I was about to fall into my happy AO3, an urgent message popped up on my mobile phone, which was an alarm sign jointly developed by Stark Group and Wayne Group.

Because it is a public welfare project, no matter what kind of mobile phone operating system it can be downloaded and used.

Even in some states, this alert is a function that the state government specifies must have for mobile phone operating systems.

The bright red alarm sounded in an instant, and basically, as long as the location of the mobile phone was within the range of the alarm, the communication signal sent out would be received by all mobile phones.

【warn!warn!Citizens in Gotham, please find a place to hide nearby. The Justice League has detected an alien falling? Falling objects are falling in the direction of downtown Gotham.warn!warn!Citizens of Gotham are requested to find a nearby bunker immediately! 】

Downtown Gotham.

I stood up abruptly, and just after our lunch was over, Tim drove away because he had to go to work, and even if I don’t follow Gotham’s economic news, I know that Gotham’s economy basically depends on The Wayne Group, a local snake, supported it.

Therefore, surrounding the headquarters of the Wayne Group Building is the most densely populated place in Gotham, and it is also the egg yolk area in the city center.

He has been away for half an hour, and according to the normal driving speed, he should be close to the city center by this time.

I hastily turned off the alarm and called Tim at the same time, but after the call was made, there was no connection.

At this time, the originally sunny sky was slightly red, I looked up at the source of the scarlet, and the phone in my hand was still dialing "beep beep beep" unremittingly.

"Roxy!" At this moment, my father's voice sounded behind me. I turned around and saw him and Dick staring at the distant sky with serious faces: "Go back to the house and stay."

"But, Tim—"

"Tim will be fine." My father paused for two seconds, his cold and serious expression softened slightly, he turned his head and glanced at Dick, my elder brother nodded and hurried towards the house.And my dad walked towards me.

My dad stood in front of me, his blue eyes seemed to be able to convince anyone, and then he said to me: "We already know the matter, I contacted the Justice League, they will send someone to protect Tim first .”

"Um, is that - an alien?" I know I'm 20 years old, so logically speaking, I shouldn't be so timid that I'm afraid of meteorites that don't fall on me.

But I still felt my fingers trembling slightly, and looked at the scarlet sky in the distance with fear.

"It's going to be okay," my dad said, as if he, a playboy and a group president, could ignore such a frightening disaster, and he repeated, "It's going to be okay."

Even more bizarre, however.

At this moment, I can't believe what he said.