[Zhongyingmei] An alien cub fell from the sky

Letting Clark lift the truck out of the water, Jonathan lost himself in thought again.

Although digging out a hot spring was just an accident, but... filling it back?

It doesn't seem necessary.

The truck that had been soaked once did not become clean, but muddier.Jonathan asked Clark to set it aside to dry, planning to deal with the hot spring first.

"It looks like it should be possible to get a pool out of it?" Jonathan was thinking, there are many hot spring pools in the yard behind the house, it shouldn't be too comfortable, okay?

"Turn on the construction mode." After trying to give the command, the system interface unfolded instantly, and Jonathan was delighted to find that this place has really been recognized as a building by the system!

Although I don't know where the water comes from, it looks like running water. As long as a diversion ditch is built and a little polishing is done, it will be a perfect hot spring.

"Martha will be very happy, right?" Jonathan thought, and started to move quickly.

"Clark, go to my room and bring that red box over."

"Clark, go to the basement and bring the purple box here."

"Clark, the white box is in the attic..."

Jonathan himself now only has 36 space grids, which has reached the limit, so most of the various materials are still placed in various storage boxes, and even because there are too many storage boxes, they have to be made into different colors. differentiated in different places.

Jonathan directed the child laborer Clark to run back and forth, and Clark himself moved happily.The little head that has not yet awakened the super brain can't figure out why thousands of pieces of wood can be taken out of the box at home, and why the materials have become various decorations and building materials after my father has gone through it all...

"It's finally finished." Even if there is a system, it will be almost evening when Jonathan finishes the hot spring. "Let's go Clark, let's go home and cook something delicious."

The father and son just ate something at noon. Clark helped out with so much work today, and Jonathan felt that he could cook a big meal as a reward.

"I want to eat chocolate cake!" Holding a box bigger than himself, Clark yelled to order, "Bucky wants to eat too, right?"

"Wang!"

Bucky barked and said don't take yourself, dogs don't eat chocolate.

"No, we agreed that we can only eat one cake every three days, and you just ate it yesterday," Jonathan stroked Clark's head, "And if Bucky can eat it too, how about plum pudding?"

Although this dish is called pudding, it is made of wild raspberries and wheat flour. It is not too sweet, but has a slightly sour taste. Jonathan has been liking it since he learned it from TV last spring. of.

"It's okay," Clark raised his head and thought for a while, then drool, "Then I still want to eat apple pie and roast beef!"

"No problem, I'll make you a pumpkin cup when Martha comes back to make apple pie. The batch of pumpkins that just ripened yesterday look very good." Jonathan agreed, and the father and son had already walked to the door of the house. Let's cook... eh? Is someone here?"

Walking to the door, Jonathan found that the door of the house was ajar, and there were still voices talking inside, so he stopped quickly and gave Clark a look.

Cleverly, Clark put the box aside gently, without making a sound, and put his little hand in Jonathan's big one.

"Martha, is there a guest at home? Why didn't you tell me?" Jonathan led Clark into the room with a hearty smile, "I'd have prepared something earlier... Martha? What happened?"

Only then did Jonathan see Martha with red eyes on the sofa and two women who were comforting her.

"Joe..." When seeing Jonathan, Martha seemed to lose control of her emotions.

"Don't be afraid dear, with me here, everything will be fine..." Jonathan didn't know what happened, but he ran over immediately and put his arms around Martha's shoulders.

"Mom is so sad, can mom not be sad?" Clark also lay on Martha's lap, with pure concern and anxiety in his blue eyes.

Martha leaned against Jonathan's chest, weeping silently.Emily and Robin glanced at each other and left quietly, leaving time for Martha and her family.Mr. Kent's cooking skills are very good. Usually, friends like to come to have a meal, but they all know it well, now is not the time.

"Goo~"

In the end, a loud noise broke the silence on the sofa.

"Pfft~" Martha's face was still covered with tears, but she still couldn't help laughing, "Okay, thank you Joe, I'm much better now. Hurry up and cook, Clark is so hungry."

"Okay, you guys have something to eat first." Jonathan casually took out a few dishes from the space grid and put them on the table. They were originally the supplies he brought when he went down to the mine, but there was a space grid, so he took them out It is still as fresh and steaming as when it was just made.

Jonathan didn't ask Martha what happened. If there was something he needed to know, he believed Martha would take the initiative to speak out.

"Clark wants to eat plum pudding, pumpkin cup and apple pie. I promised to make it now. You are waiting for a while." Jonathan set up three pots in the kitchen at the same time. He has the skills brushed out by the system, but he can handle them well. come over.

"Forget it, Joe, the apple pie you made is really bad, don't waste the apples I just picked this morning, let me do it!" Martha rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen, "Don't steal it, Clark , wash your hands first!"

Clark withdrew his hand. He was really hungry, but he could only go to the bathroom dejectedly.

For the Kent family, today is a special day, but it is also one of countless ordinary days in life.

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"Master, let's eat something."

In a manor thousands of kilometers away from Kent's house, a middle-aged butler was persuading a young man with a tray in his hand, which contained several delicious-looking foods.

But the boy was lying on the table with his head buried, without even looking at it, as if he wasn't hungry.

He is said to be a teenager, but if you look carefully, apart from the extremely formal little black dress, the small stature and immature face all show that this is still a child.

After all, this was just an eight-year-old boy.

Even if he looks like a child from a wealthy family, at the age of a boy, he usually doesn't need such a solemn dress, and he just wears a tailor-made tuxedo when he attends some more formal occasions.

So, this situation can only mean that the boy just... came back from the funeral.

The butler sighed, put down the tray in his hand, took off a pair of white gloves, and comforted the boy like a father: "Master Bruce, if you continue like this, the master and wife will be worried in heaven."

"Father...Mom..." The boy still lowered his head, his eyes were blank, but there were no tears.

The water had already drained, and the boy had not rested for more than ten hours after returning from the funeral, nor did he eat or drink.

"Young master... huh?" The butler wanted to say something, but suddenly let out a light snort, and took out the communicator in his hand to look at it.

Someone delivered something at the door?

The Wayne Manor family has a big business, and it is impossible to hear someone knocking on the door, so each door has a monitoring device, and the doorbell is directly connected to the housekeeper.

This time it was not the main entrance that rang, but a relatively private passage, usually only the things and letters of the master and madam’s friends would be delivered here.And those who can be said to have such a relationship basically attended yesterday's funeral and expressed their condolences immediately.So, who will it be now?

"Master, wait for a while, I'll go and have a look." The situation was special during this period, the housekeeper had to be more cautious, so he left in a hurry.

"... Alfred?" After a while, Bruce seemed to realize that the butler was gone, and called back, "Are you still there?"

"I'll always be here, Master Bruce." Fortunately, the butler came back quickly, just in time to hear Bruce's call, with a package in his hand.

In the beginning, Alfred felt like he was facing a big enemy. After all, in a place like Gotham, it is not uncommon to receive a bomb.Fortunately, he soon discovered that it was a gift from Mrs. Martha's friend.

Judging from the time of posting, it was just before the master and wife were killed.

Of course, despite this, the cautious Alfred still took apart the contents and took a look, and took it back after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it.

"Master Bruce, here is a gift for you, let's take a look together?" Alfred hoped that this would make Bruce happy, "Look, here is a set of rabbit pajamas, which is very suitable for you, just right for that Put your brains together."

"I don't want to wear this kind of clothes." Bruce still had no expression on his face, but finally spoke, "I'm already eight years old, I'm not a kid anymore."

"I'm afraid it won't work," Alfred forced a smile when he saw Bruce's reaction, "This is a gift from Mrs. Martha's friend, and Mrs. Martha would really like to see it..."

Alfred stopped suddenly, but it was too late.

Bruce became even more lonely, took the pajamas from the housekeeper, and went upstairs to the room without saying a word.

The butler sighed again, looked at the two jars of unlabeled honey left in the package, and still didn't say anything.Although there is a high probability that there is no problem, you still need to be more cautious about food. Don't tell Master Bruce for the time being. Wait for him to test and check.

But when he saw the honey, Alfred suddenly remembered that Mrs. Martha had been saying before her life that she wanted to make a cookie for Master Bruce, but she was just waiting for the ingredients.

Squinting his eyes, Alfred decided to think of a way, get some top-quality flour and eggs, and make some cookies for the young master, hoping to make Bruce happier...

"Alfred."

The butler, who was thinking, suddenly heard someone calling him, and looked up.

On the stairs on the second floor, a fluffy white rabbit... Bruce is standing there?

"Bruce...Master?" Alfred didn't know what Bruce was trying to do.

"Alfred, tell me," Bruce said with some hope in his voice, "would Mother want this?"

"Yes, of course." The butler replied very positively, but couldn't help lowering his head and blinking his eyes a few times, as if something had entered, "Mrs. Martha will be very happy."

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About why there was no update yesterday... Private Marseille, I just remembered that yesterday was my husband's UP day, so I went to use stones to draw the emperor...

After swiping sixty or seventy stones, I couldn't help but place a half order...

After a bunch of dresses, the color circle finally came out!Gold card!

result……

Professor, don't come here!

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Returned: 4

Remaining: 5

Currently available information:

1. Many little angels are asking if Clark and Bruce will become bamboo horses. My answer is: No, at least they will not meet each other until they become adults.

2. To be honest, I thought about it too, but... just like the peaceful daily life in a small town in Kansas shaped Superman, the loneliness, wandering, suffering and tribulation in those ten years were also part of Batman.

3. So, let us keep an expectation.After all, to me, one of the most fascinating parts of Superbats is that they may miss each other countless times, but in countless parallel universes, their fates will always be intertwined if only they can.

4. So you strange-colored super and dead tsundere bats, you should learn from the pineapple midnight next door! ! !

感谢在2020-04-1301:48:31~2020-04-1501:49:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: the best is like water, and one cold moon;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: Shangshanruoshui, 10 bottles of odie; 1 bottle of pocket wood money;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!