Honey, killing is my job [Batman]

"At the moment when the light lost its fresh life, I knew that the Smith Weixiong claws in my hand stretched out its fangs, and the brick that was hooked was broken directly, and I fell down. I knew it was not a good thing, because My heart is broken." Hull leaned against the wall in despair, stretched out his slender hand and waved it twice in front of his eyes, as if he saw the scene described in the words.

"Did the child be rescued in the end?"

Butler Afu, who was making the curry soup, had completely attracted his attention, and every sentence of Hull's words attracted him deeply.

Hull sighed for a long time, as if complaining about the heartache that was brought about by that period.

Afu couldn't help but put more strength on the hand holding the spoon, and he watched Hull's movements closely.His eyes flickered, and he felt pity for the child who was trying to survive.

Hull suddenly patted his hands, holding a white porcelain plate with both hands and shrugged relaxedly.

"I'm here, how can I let that child die. It's a good thing that I fell down. It's an ancient well prison. That child was born to live in it. If he can't see the light or know the light, it's actually easy to get."

"After I fell, what was the kid's name, oh... called Bane. Bane took care of me for a while, and I talked to him about the outside world. The world is so big, and whatever I say is deeply Fascinated him. I know Bane wants to climb out again, like the first leap I saw him trying to get out, even though he fell down that time, and I fell down with me. Tsk , it really hurts."

Hull "hissed" for a while, as if recalling it was still painful.

"what's next?"

"After my injury healed, I climbed up with him again. Collaboration is always easier to succeed."

Butler Afu finally heaved a sigh of relief, and the tightly wrinkled wrinkles finally calmed down.The elderly always care more about these things, let alone the other party is a child.

He poured out the curry, with a touch of affection: "No matter what, a child is hope, I think I can sponsor him to become an adult if he wants."

"I'd like to know that the curry soup took two hours to make. Is tonight's dinner going to be a supper?"

An unhappy voice came over Hull's head coldly, and Bruce stared at Hull with his chest crossed in displeasure.

Instead of helping out on her first day at work, this woman kept telling stories.

Hull laughed and jumped down from the dining table: "Obviously I don't know how to cook but I want to do my best to give my dear Afu some cooking fun. Isn't storytelling a good choice? Besides Yes, this is my own experience."

"So everyone doesn't have to eat dinner, right?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Hull smiled wryly, her stomach growling before she could say the next thing.

Aff filled a small bowl of curry soup and handed it to her: "Apparently, a certain lady really tried to say that she was hungry."

Hull didn't feel how embarrassing her stomach growling was at all, she happily took the thick soup and tasted it.

The sky was getting dark, and the lighting lamps were turned on one after another, and the extremely warm scent of the thick soup in the hungry nose hooked all the gluttons in Hull.She lowered her head and took a sip, the whole person froze.

Bruce also noticed her movement and asked, "Not good?"

Hull looked up at him with sparkling eyes and smiled contentedly.

As if she was still savoring, she put the bowl aside, and she held her face in her hands in happiness: "Oh my god, it's really delicious. Master, you are so enviable, you can drink such thick soup every day. "

Bruce: "..."

But Butler Afu was completely captured by these words. Bruce only came back this year, and no one has appreciated his cooking skills these years.Of course, he never shows off his culinary skills easily, and Hull is lucky to be able to eat it.

Because this is Wayne Manor, here, the meaning is different.

Bruce couldn't bear the two people's constant boasting to each other, sighed, and went into the kitchen by himself to take out the fast filet mignon and fry it.Hurricane

Sit upside down and grinningly look into the pot, the rosemary is on the plate, and the creamy mashed potatoes prepared by Bruce.Soft and sweet, she can almost find the essence from the fragrance.

"Mr. Bruce, I want medium rare!"

The pretty girl from Hull had raised her hand staringly to express her opinion, and Afu also laughed.

"I also want to give it a half-rare thank you."

Bruce: "..."

In the end, three servings of black pepper filet mignon, a delicious salad and a strange combination of curry soup were brought to the table.

Hull ate to his heart's content, and happily continued chatting with Afu for a long time.

This night, Bruce was sitting in the study, and when he went out to get a cup of coffee from time to time, he could hear Hull's clear laughter like a silver bell, and Afu's surprised sound.He went back to the study, and the soundproofing effect was damn good—he completely blocked out all sound.

He sat down, but he could no longer calmly read the lines of boring words in the book.Those densely packed letters are not at all as lively as the laughter downstairs.

"Damn it!" Bruce yelled angrily.

Hull's is like a virus, directly turning this place into its own territory.