[Zhongyingmei] I want to dye my hair

8:[-] p.m. New York time, Wayne Manor.

The left-behind children of Wayne's family finally looked forward to returning to Ah Fu and had dinner made by Ah Fu.

But our little Angel is the only one who only enjoys delicious food at the table.

Bruce, who ran out to chase Angie after the wound was treated, had all the gauzes on his body removed by Mr. Alfred, and then re-wrapped Bruce with a deadpan expression and what could be called indifferent eyes.

Bruce, who has been trained all the year round, is very strong in fighting. Because of the defensive power of the bat suit and the fact that the clown didn't kill him, counting Bruce's wounds, the nose is the most severely injured, after all, the bone there is broken.In other places, although the bruises all over looked scary, but in terms of the degree of injury, there were only cartilage damage in two or three places and a mild bone fracture on the outside of the left forearm.

To Batman, this was considered a very minor injury.But the degree of pain is not necessarily the same.

Bruce even wondered if the lunatic clown did it on purpose, hitting places that were fleshy and not easy to get hurt but hurt.Fortunately, by coincidence, Ah Fu came back.This seemingly calm old man, who has already been irritated, took the medicinal wine exported by Huaxia, poured it on the palm of his hand and rubbed it vigorously!

That feeling!

That taste! !

That is a sour cool wow! ! !

As a result, when Bruce was sitting at the dinner table eating, he couldn't tell whether he was in real pain or phantom limb pain.

As soon as the meal starts, An Qi's side has all kinds of gourmet food with lamb chops that are accurately cooked, but his side only has a piece of steak that is obviously fried; cut it casually and have some salad A vegetable salad with a sauce that doesn't look very caressing; two boiled eggs; a bowl of chicken soup, but it's for everyone to drink together.

Bruce: "..."

—Forget it, it’s better than nothing.

Bruce sighed in his heart, so comforting himself.

Just as Bruce was holding the knife and fork, and was about to cut the steak with bitterness and hatred on his face, Ah Fu approached silently.

With drooping eyelids, the old man ruthlessly removed the steak in front of Bruce.Before Bruce looked up, he heard Afu speaking in his elegant and gentlemanly London accent, and said very coldly: "Oh, forget about your fracture, sir. It's not suitable to eat greasy and spicy things in the early stage."

After finishing speaking, Bruce didn't even have time to react, so he just took the steak away.

Bruce?

Bruce: "..."

Make you picky about the heat?

Now it's all right, I don't even have to eat.

"Then what should I eat? Ah Fu." Bruce was dejected, making Angie, who was happily eating lamb chops opposite him, proud.

——The big liar can't eat delicious food!slightly slightly ~

However, Ah Fu, who had been prepared for a long time, brought out a plate of green Chinese stir-fried vegetables from the kitchen.

Bruce?

Bruce's face turned green! ! !

Although the cooking in front of me, the ingredients are fresh, and it looks delicious.

"Celery!?" He couldn't believe it.

How could something as anti-human (?) as celery appear on Wayne's table! ?

— Impossible, impossible!

Bruce comforted himself.But the exclusive aroma of celery told him that he was deceiving himself.

"Eating vegetables is good for you at this stage, sir." Said old man Ah Fu.

It's not like he's talking nonsense to Bruce.No matter how angry Ah Fu was, he would never make fun of his master's health.

Pain after a fracture will slow down the patient's intestinal peristalsis, so they should eat more fiber-rich foods to promote gastrointestinal peristalsis.Such as green vegetables, and another example of green vegetables... celery!

Surprise, not unexpected?

God knows the entire Wayne family never ate celery.Bruce never ate celery, the eldest son Dick, and the second son Jason were also affected by the taste, so they didn't take a bite.

Alfred?

Ah Fu doesn't eat either, but that doesn't stop him from cooking.

"Eat, master, for the sake of your stomach. Please also be considerate and considerate of the old man who broke my heart for your health."

—Fuck you?

Don't break other people's hearts, right?

"Eat, sir..."

Alfred's words echoed in Bruce's mind, and he felt that his heart was like the celery in front of his eyes. When he saw it, it broke into pieces.

Obviously Ah Fu's fried celery is delicious, but it is like torture to Bruce.

After finally eating dinner with difficulty, Bruce felt that the celery taste in the bottom was a little weaker, so Afu brought another large glass of warm milk to torment Bruce's mind.

"Milk is good for sleep, and it can also supplement protein, sir." Under Bruce's slightly desperate eyes, old man Afu said without hesitation, with his eyelids half down.

"Oh, that's right." Ah Fu seemed to think of something suddenly, and added, "Miss Angie said, you have promised to give her two servings of cookies from yesterday and today. But I took a look, those cookies The biscuits are no longer fresh, and the texture and taste don't compare to what Miss Angie enjoyed. It's not fair, after all, you were doing a deal', weren't you?"

"So, in order to maintain your reputation and image in An Qi's heart, and to compensate Miss An Qi, I decided to replace the two copies of today and yesterday with your two copies tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and give them to Miss An Qi to enjoy. "

Although it sounds like a disadvantage, it seems that there are still cookies to eat? ? ?

Bruce felt relieved.

However, he heard his old housekeeper say again: "Because the cookies I made before I left were not fresh, I had crushed them and made them into fodder. A student of mine in England, according to my students His younger brother loves going to the park to feed the pigeons, and I've packed it up and mailed it tomorrow."

Bruce?

Bruce: "...←_←"

——I would rather feed pigeons to others than feed them, right? !

Ah Fu: "→_→..."

——I make cookies, and I give them to whomever I like!

Little An Qi, who was obediently drinking milk, eating cookies and watching TV, cast a puzzled look.

——What are Bruce and Alfred doing?

Why do you keep staring at each other?

……

ten o'clock.

Bruce, who was covered in bruises and hurt in his heart, went back to the room.

However, as soon as he got to the door—a smell of fermented milk hit his nostrils, making him want to gag.

Bruce?

Bruce held his nose and retreated, suddenly very tired and sad to find one thing - since Angie came, his food chain at home has become the bottom.

Thinking so, Bruce walked to Dick's door and opened his bedroom door, and took out his mobile phone to send a message to his two sons.

[Christmas will be in two days, when will you go home? 】

On the other end, Dick and Jason are far away in the boarding school.After receiving Bruce's email, he sent a message to the other party.

【When will you come home? 】

【Go home tomorrow? 】

2 minute later.

Bruce received a unified response from his sons: [Go home tomorrow]

Bruce?

Bruce put away his cell phone, lay on the bed, and curled his lips.

The smile is shallow, but it looks warm but has a dark belly.