[Comprehensive Yingmei] Me and my four unjust brothers

Dinner time was no different from usual, it was still a war on the table, it didn't seem to be affected by Merrell's real identity AKA the masked man, the bastard who beat them up.

The only difference is that Merrell was also involved in this battle, and they would not take the initiative to give Merrell food as before.

Now they know that Merrell is not the kind of person who is weak and may die in a second.

There was no need to serve Merrell any more.

Poor Merrell's own combat power is just like that, otherwise he wouldn't have been forced to fight by Batman without the ability to resist after getting close.

Of course, Merrell wouldn't feel unhappy because of his lack of melee combat ability, hmph, he is a Summoner, and there is no perfect person in the world.

Since he chooses to control the Shadow Corps, he will naturally focus on the Shadow Corps and spend a lot of time tossing the Shadow Corps, so it is not unacceptable that his melee level is his shortcoming——

At least that's what Merrel thought at dinner tonight.

Until he found out that his brothers, including his father, were all skillful when grabbing food at the dining table, and the fork and knife wielding was similar to how fiercely they used to fight in normal times.

They did use combat skills, too, and it was a battle of detection, reaction, Mission: Impossible, and the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole.

This dining table is the epitome of Gotham, where all forces occupy a piece of the pie.

And Merrell is always suppressed every time he makes a shot. It's not that his brothers are targeting him, it's that Merrell really can't grab it, oh, maybe Damian is targeting Merrell a little bit.

Although Damian said that he would not retaliate against Merrell, his narrow-mindedness was the version of Bruce Wayne himself, and it was something he would definitely do to trip up Merrell in such a trivial matter.

Except for a few vegetable leaves that the Wayne family didn't eat, Merrell couldn't grab anything, and Merrell, who was severely suppressed by force, was depressed.

Heh, find a time to mend Baimei's fist, he will become the overlord of this dining table.

But now Merrell is not happy to let him eat vegetables.

Merrell chewed on the tomato, and this was the only time he managed to grab a slice of tomato quickly.

Tears.

Suddenly, everyone was caught off guard.

A pair of black chopsticks opened their knives, picked up a large piece of beef at a speed and tricky angle that no one could react to, and put it in Merrell's bowl, and added more according to Merrell's favorite taste. Some salt and pepper.

All eyes fell on Merrell... the shadow troop behind him.

Merrell didn't expect this either, and he looked back.

I saw that the shadow corps who were still carrying towels and ice cubes just now did not look like they were quietly standing behind Merrell just now.

It was still the two shadow corps holding towels and ice packs.

In addition, some of the shadow corps were holding chopsticks, which were to help Merrell grab the dishes on the table, and some were holding seasoning bottles, to add some flavor to Merrell, who had a strong taste.

Immediately afterwards, another black shadow corps appeared from the shadows. He was holding a bubbling chafing dish with hot oil rolling in it. The tangy and spicy oil almost made Merrell sneezed. .

...where did it come from?

However, Merrell felt a little guilty when he noticed the sight the Wayne family was throwing at him.

Merrell smelled the aroma of hot pot.

It smells so good, he is even more hungry.

He looked at the vegetables in the bowl, and then at the beef that the Shadow Corps gave him, as if he had made some kind of decision.

Heh, he already knows who is the one who loves him the most in this world, his Shadow Corps, not his family, but his Shadow Corps.

The Black Shadow Corps will always be ready for him.

Grass!He wants to eat hot pot now!

Anyway, his family didn't make any comments on him letting the Shadow Corps follow him.

Not expressly prohibiting Merrell from using the Shadow Corps, in Merrell's heart, it is equivalent to acquiescing that the Shadow Corps appeared in Wayne Manor.

So Merrell ate the piece of beef calmly, and then pushed the chair back to give the Shadow Corps enough room to maneuver.

The Black Shadow Corps put down and plugged in the induction cooker in an orderly manner, put the small hot pot on the side, and neatly arranged the cut ingredients that could be put directly into the pot. By the way, they helped Merrell adjust his usual dipping sauce. According to Merrell's usual habit of shabu-shabu, he cooked the dishes in the pot.

Immediately afterwards, the Shadow Corps brought a glass of sour plum juice that Merrell likes to drink when eating hot pot.

After doing all this, the Shadow Corps retreated behind Merrell.

Merrell picked up a shrimp slip and ate it slowly, only to notice that his family hadn't eaten anything yet, and instead looked at him with complicated eyes.

Merrell sneered in his heart, of course, on the surface, he pretended not to know why.

"Huh, it's quite spicy." Merrell pretended to slap the sour plum soup and took a sip.

"What's the matter? Why don't you eat?" Merrell asked suspiciously.

Smelling the spicy aroma of the hot pot that was enough to cover the entire restaurant, the lamb chops made by Alfred on the plate became tasteless, and Merrell put the little white lotus here.

The good news is that Wayne Manor also has a thick skin.

Dick, for example, has a thick skin.

Dick dipped his fork into the pot in front of Merrell and quickly forked away a slice of ham.

"Is this hot pot? It looks delicious."

Watching Dick shamelessly eat his own hot pot meat, Merrell was silent for a while, he looked at Dick's face covered by General Minta, he couldn't allow Dick to eat it, could he?

He is not so stingy.

It's just a little naive and unpleasant, because Dick doesn't care about his targeting at all, because he has a thick skin.

With Dick in hand, the others also knew that face is useless, so they began to put vegetables in Merrell's pot. Merrell's pot was a small hot pot for one person, and it was only enough for him to eat. Enough for his family to share.

In the end, Merrell simply let the Shadow Corps cook a big pot, and the family had another hot pot meal before finally ending.

Merrell's taste is very strong, and his food is very spicy, so the hot pot is naturally Merrell's taste, spicy, very spicy.

Even though his body could no longer withstand the heavy heat, Merrell knew that after this meal, he would probably drink water and lose weight.

Even so, Merrell still wants to eat hot pot.

Eating hot pot but not red pot at a flower planter is the same as the west without Jerusalem and the 3D area without Tifa. That is incorrect and lacks soul.

However, out of the consideration of the health of his family's American label, Merrell thoughtfully made a pot of mandarin ducks.

After all, not everyone has the courage and determination to make something special like Merrell, so he has to think about his family.

However, the tumbling white pot will naturally not look as appetizing as the red pot.

Of course, the red pot is somewhat beyond the bottom line of Americans.

They have never eaten dishes of this color.

Red to weird, red to black, the boiled oil is tumbling, and the bubbles are caused by lethal amounts of chili and peppercorns.

While it smells good, it also looks very dangerous.

So they just tentatively picked up the meatballs and fat beef rolls in the white pot.

It's a bit hot and salty, but it's very fragrant, it stimulates the appetite, and the taste is also very good.

This is a way of cooking that they have never eaten before. Is this one of the best food methods for flower planters?

"The taste is very good." Tim praised pertinently.

Cassandra and Jason didn't even look at Tim. With such skill to comment, it's better to eat more, because there are not many dishes in the white pot.

Merrell glanced at the meat in the white pot that they took away and ate with some pity. The meat in the white pot was originally intended to be eaten directly by dipping in sauce later.

What a waste of money to be wasted by his brothers.

So Merrell ordered the Shadow Corps to make bowls of dipping sauce for each of his family members.

However, his family has already set their sights on the tumbling red pot. There are many dishes in the red pot. Merrell likes to eat red pot, so the Shadow Corps put almost all the dishes that Merrell likes into the hot pot inside.

There are only a few white pots, and Merrell thinks that the food that is dipped in the white pot is more delicious, and he will throw it into the white pot.

The food in the white pot was not enough for so many people in Wayne Manor, they didn't even spare the big red dates in the white pot for decoration and seasoning, except for the green onions, they scooped up everything in the white pot.

However, only Merrell and Dick were eating the red pot.

The red pot belongs to the level that people will feel very spicy and pungent just by seeing it and smelling it.

Bruce looked at Merrell, who was eating the red pot food without changing his expression, and didn't get any spicy except that he would be scalded, and then looked at Dick, who was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression and emotion, and started talking analysis in the brain.

First of all, Merrell obviously eats hot pot a lot, and even the Shadow Corps will add dishes according to Merrell's preference.

I also know what kind of dip Merrell eats and what drinks he likes to drink...

Thinking of this, Bruce was a little depressed, he didn't even have Merrell's subordinates to understand his child's preferences.

In short, Merrell is used to eating spicy hot pot, so it is impossible to judge whether the spicy hot pot is spicy or not from his performance.

Then look at Dick, Dick is wearing a mask and can't see his expression, but he was neither screamed by the hot pot, nor panting because of the hot pot, which is enough to prove that the hot pot is to a degree that Dick can bear.

Dick grew up under Bruce's watch. As a true American, the hottest thing Dick eats should be the spicy hot dogs from street food stalls, right?

Bruce felt that Dick could still be trusted.

So Bruce relaxed, took a slice of meat from the hot pot and ate it slowly in his mouth. From the beginning to the end, his expression was very calm.

It's like another emotion besides anger that Batman always hangs on his face, calm.

Calm, as if everything is under Batman's expectation and Hull is in control. This was the most annoying expression of the Robinbirds, and it was more unacceptable than Batman's anger.

Because Batman is always so calm, they wish Batman could rely on them more.

But they also have to admit that Batman's calmness always makes them feel at ease, just like now.

The other people who had been waiting for Bruce to find out the way for them, who were looking at the red pot but didn't dare to move, also quickly made a move. The moment they stuffed the food into their mouths, all of them changed their expressions.

It's delicious, it's really delicious.

But it's spicy, and it's really, really spicy.

The spicy taste transmitted from the tip of the tongue to the nerves spread across the entire face at an extremely fast speed. After a few seconds, the feeling of spreading around the mouth in a circle was burning pain and numbness.

At this time, Bruce took a sip of the sour plum juice poured by the Shadow Corps, and said slowly, "It's very spicy, don't try it lightly."

Batman: ...

Don't they see Bruce's intentions by now?Bah, their damn Batman just doesn't want to suffer alone, so he pretends it's not spicy so he can trick them into eating it together.

but.

They looked at the dishes in the red pot as usual, and they were still talking with Merrell about what is the best Dick in the red pot.

Not right.

When did Dick get so good at spicy food?

So they asked.

"Don't you find it spicy?" Cassandra asked.

Dick glanced at Cassandra inexplicably, pondered for a moment, and replied seriously: "It's a bit spicy, but not particularly spicy."

...Damn, the Dick they thought was the one who can't eat spicy food is the one who really has his merits and fame.

Even Merrell was so angry that Dick didn't even respond.

"You can't eat it?" Dick asked casually.

However, Dick's question undoubtedly turned into a provocation in the ears of others, especially a certain little guy who had been strong all his life.

"Huh? I don't know who can't eat it. Anyway, it's not me." Damian ate a piece of spicy tofu and looked at Jason and Tim provocatively. He naturally wouldn't try to provoke Dick.

Although very reconciled, Dick doesn't seem to be on the same level as them.

Being provoked by Damian, Jason immediately scooped up two shrimp slips.

Before feeding it to his mouth, he also very deliberately slid the shrimp with chili seeds and peppercorns and showed it to Damian, who raised his eyebrows and fed it into his mouth.

"That's it? It's just average spicy."

It's a joke, as a street hot dog lover, Jason feels that he should be better than Damian and Tim anyway.

Tim: ...

Tim glanced feebly at the food in the red pot, feeling the unconscious face and the churning stomach.

His rationality told him that he could no longer eat like this, and the red pot was really not suitable for him.

But his emotions are asking Tim again, they have provoked you in the face, do you want to let them continue to be rampant?

Tim looked up at the two of them. Although they had provocative smiles on their faces, their complexions were not much better than Tim's. It was obvious that they couldn't accept the spiciness either.

So as long as he bears with it, maybe he can slap these two dogs in the face severely.

So Tim resisted the burning in his stomach and picked a piece of fried tofu, which is the kind of tofu that has absorbed the hot pot soup, and it is definitely the hottest food in the pot.

"How? Can we continue?" Tim said with a smile.

Merrell glanced at Tim. His face was distorted but he was still provoking Damian and Jason. Is this the open and secret struggle of the Bat family?

Ah, it turned out that this was what Damian warned himself.

In order to avoid tonight's Bat House Night Patrol, more than three members will be like dead dogs, hitting criminals with sudden diarrhea.

Merrell kindly suggested: "If you can't eat this level of spiciness, you can boil it in a white pot." He could see that none of the three people can take spicy food very well, so why bother to seek death?

"No, it's just this level of spiciness, I'm sure both Jason and Damian can bear it, can't they?" Tim said with a smile, gritted his teeth.

Damian, Jason: ...Damn Drake.

Tim's words blocked all escape routes for Damian and Jason, and of course they also had their own escape routes.

The chili made Tim's head less clear-headed. He couldn't make such a crazy decision before, and it might be that the hotness gave Tim a little more courage.

Dick's canine alert nerves were activated at this moment, and he was so happy that he found that his three brothers were carrying out the Robin's challenge behind his back.

"I'm going to join you," Dick said.

Dick single-handedly raised the difficulty of the game to a new level.

Cassandra and Bruce have never been involved in this kind of activity, Bruce doesn't have to participate in this, he is not Robin, he is the only and unique Batman in this world.

Besides…

Bruce felt the burning sensation on the tip of his tongue, and actually, Bruce didn't think he was any better than them, but as long as he calmly decided not to participate in this childish struggle and acted like he wasn't interested.

Then Bruce who is not involved can always be the winner.

Cassandra rinsed the meat in a white pot. She propped her head with one hand and looked at the four Bat men who were inexplicably compared.

"Hey, it's starting again," Cassandra said. "You will regret it later."

Of course, Cassandra's words never affected them, and they had to go through the hardships before they realized that they regretted it.

"What do you mean it started again?" Merrell asked curiously.

In the past, the Wayne family wanted to hide their secrets from Merrell. Except for their occasional innocuous confrontation, that is, table wars, Merrell has never known how his brothers get along with each other on a daily basis. .

Merrell didn't expect them to be stubborn and wanted to compare who could eat spicy food better, ha, would they have to spend longer in the toilet than who?There are really enough injustices.

Merrell felt as if he had just joined the family, not the Waynes, but the Bats.

"The four of them have a 'brother war'. They want to compare with each other in all aspects. The winner will get one point. At the end of the year, the total score will be compared to choose who is the best Robin this year." Cassandra explained.

"Everyone knows that the best Robin this year will definitely be me, not only this year, but I will continue to win this title." Damian snorted coldly, and breathed out quietly with his mouth open.

Last year's winner was Damian, actually they were evenly split, why did Damian win, because Damian broke a plot against Batman last year, so this gave Damian a plus Two extra points.

But whether this year's winner will be Damian or not, it's still uncertain.

“Honestly, I think this activity should be called the most boring and self-inflicted activity in the Batcave,” Cassandra said.

Cassandra remembered how the first war had begun.

It was supposed to be a simple daily exercise, and the cause was that Dick was doing push-ups. Jason used to challenge Dick to do a hundred push-ups in a minute with one hand.

Immediately after, Tim walked up and performed a 1-minute one-handed index finger push-up for Jason, and then Damian came to join in the fun.

Damian was even more powerful, he did a one-handed handstand directly.

Can Dick allow himself to be compared to others?So Dick did a one-handed index fingerstand, and finally it became 4 people standing there longer than anyone else.

Cassandra couldn't remember who the winner was.

In short, the final result is that the four of them couldn't hold a spoon when they ate at noon, and could only act like amputees, either trying to feed themselves with a spoon between their feet, or lying on the table like a dead dog and buried in the bowl Have a meal.

It was that time that Cassandra confirmed that she would never participate in their Robin war, and she was not Robin in the first place.

"Everyone knows? Come on, Damian, I don't agree." Jason raised his eyebrows and stuffed a piece of tofu into his mouth provocatively.

"By the way, Merrell, do you want to participate in our Robin War?" Dick asked invitingly, "It's quite interesting."

Merrell looked at the appearance of them swallowing peppers to death, and then at Cassandra's crossed hands in front of her chest making an 'X'.

Lyle thought about his winning percentage against his brothers in his heart.

He honestly doesn't think he has a better chance of winning, and if this Robin war is not about winning the year-end championship, but simply being tortured, then it will be meaningless.

If he fights with the Shadow Corps, he may have a first-line winning rate.

Just as Merrell was about to ask, Tim seemed to anticipate what Merrell was going to say.

"The Shadow Corps cannot replace you in the battle."

Merrell sat down quietly, oh, that's okay, without the Shadow Corps this game would be meaningless.

"I won't participate, and I'm not Robin. It's best for you 'Robin' to compete in this competition." Merrell shrugged.

Hearing this, Bruce glanced at Merrell.

Did he say before that he wanted to accept the masked man as Robin?

If the masked man is Merrell, Merrell can indeed be trained to let the masked man act with them, which will strengthen the Bat family and solve more problems in Gotham.

The New Sixth District has more influence on Gotham than Bruce, and Bruce would be wary of this before.

But now knowing that Merrell is the leader of the New Sixth District, Bruce can accept the existence of the New Sixth District. Not only is it acceptable, Bruce even wants to provide technical and financial assistance for the New Sixth District.

"Come on, it sounds so grand." Damian rolled his eyes. "You just can't let go of that black shadow corps, you are addicted to dependence, and you still want to be like that person who was neither human nor ghost last night?"

Merrell let out a cold snort, and he turned around and threw himself into the arms of one of the shadow soldiers.

Merrell hugged the ninja soldier's waist tightly with both hands, and buried half of his face in the ninja soldier's arms. The ninja soldier also reached out to hug Merrell very cooperatively, and patted Merrell's back lightly, Wrapped Merrell in his arms like a loving old hen.

Merrell looked at Damian with half of his face, and said with a straight neck: "I'm going to be the boy of the Shadow Corps, someone will cook for me, take care of my daily life, and fight side by side with me, you It's jealous of me, Damian."

"You're jealous that I have the Shadow Corps, but you don't." Merrell snorted.

"Who the hell is jealous that you have the Shadow Corps! You are spreading rumors!!" Damian blushed in anger. If the conditions did not allow him, he might have crawled over to chop Merrell directly.

Well, he did envy Merrell for having the Shadow Corps a little bit, but after being pointed out by Merrell himself, Damian just wanted to cover up his little thoughts of being exposed by Merrell.