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Since taking a day off and taking three days off, Magda has learned how to be a good girl, and she doesn't want to make trouble at night.Her excitement was diverted to another direction.

This caused the other person to feel a little uncomfortable physically and mentally. The specific manifestation is that criminals who used to be able to stand out of the hospital occasionally can only lie down now.

"Then have you ever pried the tires of the Batmobile?" The little girl lay on Jason's lap and swayed her calves leisurely. Halfway through her homework, she suddenly turned around like a jellybean and asked him this question.

Ever since he confessed his last secret, this guy has become even more unscrupulous. He not only uses his boyfriend as a teacher, but also asks him anything he thinks of. He is more terrifying than the most sharp-tongued reporter.

"Pry it." The same unkind boyfriend buckled the book on her back, and the bad boy seduced her rather maliciously, "Do you want to try it? We can drive a Batmobile or a Batfighter."

Thinking of the parent-child time when the master drove the fighter plane and took the rice to see the moon, I was, a little moved.

Magda's conscience ached: "Will this be bad? Maybe we should talk to him first?"

"Does he have a second answer besides refusing?" The bad boy moved closer and continued to seduce her "It's just a small adventure, I see that you have both the Batmobile and the Batfighter on your list, and you can even build another one That's weird, of course she wouldn't really let her do that.

Magda felt that instead of letting Jason do things alone, it would be safer to take her with her. At least the scratches and cracks on the paint could be repaired in time. Moreover, doing bad things like this in front of a good boy was a bit exciting.

"Then let's pick Batman and Robin to go into the Batcave after the night patrol. At that time, only Alfred will be there." Magda sat up and looked at him eagerly, as if asking how about this plan?

He touched her head, really interested in serious planning, he tried to look serious and asked, "Then how do you plan to divert his attention? And the babies who are going to drive away the old bat are not small. And How are we going to sneak into the Batcave without anyone noticing?"

Wow...it feels so hard...more exciting.

After searching in the list of props, "Four-dimensional space pocket! It can hold everything." Xianbao usually sticks the white pocket on the belly of his clothes.

"If you sneak in, you can try using any door? You can go anywhere you want." She unscientifically took out the completed mahogany door from her pocket.

Jason finally couldn't help but smiled while covering his face, and the little girl on his lap was shaking too, "So your body is a robot cat hahahaha." He pressed her belly seriously, "Change quickly! go back."

What's wrong! ((‵□′))Isn’t it good that the props are easy to use!

Facing the angry gaze of his little girlfriend, he had to straighten his expression, with a smile still in his eyes: "But, it's great. We will do as you say. Besides being your full-time driver, what else do you need me to do? "

Changing her mind temporarily, Magda jumped out word by word: "Yes. Prepare, prepare, compensate, salute."

What kind of compensation, of course, is not the Batmobile type, that is called compensation.

The tall man with a red hood wearing an apron poured the weighed ingredients into a large glass bowl one by one without complaint, and was warned by the little girl who was busy making dipping sauce behind him, "Steady! It's about to spill!"

She continued to babble angrily: "This is the cookie recipe that Grandpa Afu gave me, although he said he is best at making brownies. I made some taste adjustments on this basis, and now you have It’s Alfred and Magda’s joint recipe cookie.”

Oh, a cookie with a lot of meaning.Could it be that if he didn't do well, he would get double death sight?

According to the list on the side, the dough was mixed. Jason used a round teaspoon to scoop the slightly moist dough onto the prepared baking tray. Satisfied, I had to use my fingers to make each ball as neat as possible.

Magda, who sneaked over, first scraped the residue on the side of the bowl with her fingers and tasted it. The taste was not bad, and it was well restored.Taking advantage of the height gap, she got into the gap between Jason and the baking pan with a short body, and pointed at the crowded dough: "You can't do this. If it's too crowded, it will all be mushy in the oven later." Together."

"I think it's good to be neat like this." Habitually resting his chin on top of her head, he insisted that he did a good job. Look, the shape and size of each dough is almost exactly the same, and it must be exactly the same when it comes out of the oven. .

... All right, as long as you are happy.After making it, she can still take pictures and tweet #boyfriend's masterpiece#.

Putting the satisfied cookies into the preheated oven, Jason washed his hands and leisurely walked over to the busy little girl, "I thought you were making dipping sauce."

The two simple and elegant small porcelain bowls on the table were covered with small lids, packaged and fixed separately, and put aside, and the rest were still in the two small pots.The bad boy picked up the spoon and didn't touch the outside. Instead, he untied the small paper box, opened the lid, and quickly took a spoonful to taste. Cinnamon apple sauce, like the inside of an apple pie, a little brandy, and various ingredients The scent of spices faintly lingers between the lips and teeth.

Good taste, even want to have a glass of mulled wine with apple pie.

That other box... the sinful hand is about to reach out...

"Ah, Jason! Stop it!" Magda was about to die of anger, whose brat is this! (now your home)

She dropped the bag of batter that hadn't been squeezed, ran over and pushed the guy away with all her strength, but didn't push.I had no choice but to fish the box to myself, check it nervously, it's ok, ok, just to be on the safe side, I rewrapped a box of cinnamon applesauce.

Vigilant like a little hen guarding eggs, he put the boxes in his sight, and then pushed two plates to him, saying earnestly, "I'll make a lot more, if you want to taste it, try the ones here."

No, that would lose the fun.

He moved to the center of Magda's work again, leaning casually on the side, "What are you doing? I thought a cookie would be enough. We might as well go to Alfred and tell him that' Hey, we want to use these little desserts to rent the Batmobile for one night', of course, there is a high probability that it will not work. If the Batmobile can be lent by the little desserts, I might go to the pastry master to learn how to make cakes, and Arkham can be converted into a pastry School, those lunatics might be aiming for a dessert that would poison Batman."

Maybe LEGO Batman can actually be played like this... cut it.

"Of course not, it's just that it can make my conscience less painful. Since my cooperation with Zhenglian is long-term, I have to make myself feel less guilty when I see Bruce in the future." Magda said sadly that she really couldn't stand it Batman iswatchingyou out of sight.

Afraid that he would come up with some big ideas again, he picked up a clean spoon and scooped up a spoonful of the inside and stuffed it into his mouth, "How about it, does it taste good?"

The combination of custard sauce, frankincense flavor and a special taste reduces the sweetness and greasy feeling inside, which is unexpectedly refreshing.

"Is your goal to feed the fat old bat so he can't catch us?"

"Looks like I like it very much." Seeing that the soy milk puffs are feasible, she comforted the family who didn't know how many pounds the bucket is now, "Try to make low-calorie ones, it's not so easy to gain weight, you can eat a little more."

The two of them worked in the semi-open kitchen for a while, and the cookies that came out of the oven were squeezed into a whole plate.

Magda giggled and put the cookies with irregular sizes and shapes into the bag, and put a small label on her red hood with a displeased expression on her veins, "This is an apology XD. PS: The cookies are completely It was done by Jason, it has nothing to do with Magda!"

"Take it back. Let's go directly." He wanted to destroy the corpse, why would he make this kind of thing for the old guy.

"No, no, it's all ready, so don't waste food." Magda even added a small picnic basket, filled it with cookies, jam, and puffs, and handed it to Jie respectfully. Mori: "Hey, Big Red Riding Hood and a little dessert for Grandpa. Be sure to deliver it well, poof."

Until the night was getting dark, it was confirmed that Batman had taken Robin to the night patrol, the two of them opened any door, and just entered the Batcave casually.Before Ah Fu found out, Magda used small props to quietly send the basket to the weapon rack next to the console and hang it up.Turning back to follow Jason, he was dumbfounded at the vacant seat: "Oh... Batman drives the Batmobile Night Patrol, why did I forget."

It's all here, how can you leave empty-handed, he pointed to the Bat Fighter still parked above, "Isn't there still this?"

Can the four-dimensional pocket hold the Bat fighter?The answer is, it is really possible, but the process of pretending is very ghostly.

With shaking hands, she stuffed Jason's pocket, which was very heavy at the moment, and was carried back to the building by the way.

When she got into the fighter plane, Magda couldn't help poking her excited boyfriend: "Mr. Driver, are you sure you can drive this?"

Jason turned his head and gave her a smile with big white teeth, without stopping to start the fighter: "You will know if you try it?"

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Σ(っ°Д°;)っ! ! !

Doesn't that mean it won't work! ! !

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