i spent the summer in gotham

238.

Thanks to Miracle Hairspray, we didn't actually sleep through the night in an otherworldly batcave.

When I returned to Wayne Manor, I was moved to tears looking at the two-meter-wide bed in the bedroom.

And Dick, thank you, even though he is nearly thirty, he is still a reassuring 1.7 meters eight.

Thank you for being the only non-male creature in this family.

Dick: "Why are you looking at me with that creepy look?"

239.

As compensation for being frightened by going to another world, I decided to treat myself and eat Haidilao.

Haidilao in the United States is quite popular. The Haidilao Gotham branch not only inherits Haidilao's consistent excellent service, but also inherits the consistent aggressive style of Gotham people.

There was a desperate robber who broke into the Haidilao Gotham branch late at night, intending to take the employees and diners hostage, but was captured on the spot by fully armed Haidilao employees who found guns and ammunition from every corner.The Asian store manager of the branch took out an ancestral copper pot and knocked the robber leader unconscious with the bottom of the pot.

When my father and Damian arrived, the diners were in full swing, and the robbers and the fainted robber leader were tied up as caterpillars and locked in the food storage room, with unwashed onions and tomatoes stuffed in their mouths, occasionally making pitiful noises. whine.

The Asian store manager stood in the storage room, waving a stainless steel spoon for hot pot, and yelled in Chinese English, "Be quiet, don't scare our customers!"

My dad: "..."

Damian: "..."

The Asian store manager showed them a standard smile with eight teeth, "Hello, welcome to Haidilao Gotham Store, it's a pleasure to serve you."

My dad: "...Thank you, no need."

The Asian store manager's smile remained unchanged, "Okay, we have a numbered shoe shine service tonight, you can try it."

My father glanced at his dirty combat boots calmly, "No need."

The Asian store manager, Ba Fengfu, "We still have a numbered manicure event today, do you want to see it?"

My father glanced at the gauntlet dripping blood on the broken blade again, "No need."

That attendance left a deep impression on Damian, and he expressed his precious admiration for the Haidilao employees who dared to smile at Batman.

But we think he was just bought, because when Robin came back, he carried several small red paper bags in his hand, which contained small snacks unique to Haidilao.

Damian likes Haidilao's sour plum soup. He doesn't say it, but we all know it.

240.

Haidilao in Gotham can't satisfy me, why not go to Huaxia if I can fly with the sword to eat hot pot in Huaxia?

A stream of light flashed across the dark night sky, and I sat on the body of Due, which had been magnified several times, holding my chin to blow the wind.

Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian sat behind me playing mahjong on their phones.Wayne Enterprises specially provides satellite networking, including you can surf the Internet and connect with your home in the Fortress of Solitude in the Arctic.Even Rogues fans will never miss a single message from Lightning fans.

I paid attention to the heading ahead, avoiding every plane that might have passed us, and at the same time, I was still waiting for Haidilao's platoon number on my phone.

"Nonsense!" Dick cheered.

"I'm going to throw you down." Jason said angrily, "How is it possible, how could it be that you won the fight all the way!"

"Be a responsible man, Todd." Damian folded his arms and sneered. He is one country, but if Jason wants to target Dick, then he will be one country with Dick.

Tim lost badly, he put down his phone, and said seriously, "I won't call anymore, you guys can play by yourself."

I sat in front and listened to their quarrel, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Obviously I want to eat hot pot, why did you all follow?"

"Dick is going to be sad," Jason said. "It doesn't fit Grayson's theory of the perfect family that you want to be alone."

"Don't accuse me." Dick defended himself, "It's so lonely to eat hot pot alone, I just want to be with Xiao Li."

Tim sharply pointed out, "Aren't you checking Haidilao's eating and drinking strategies?"

Dick tucked his phone into his trouser pocket. "It's a family tradition to be prepared for everything, Teebo, don't you eat tomato pot?"

Tim said in a deep voice, "Eat."

Me: Having you brothers is really a burden.

241.

We smuggled to China just for a meal at Haidilao.

When Duer flew us across the Atlantic Ocean, there were still a few tables ahead of us, and when we entered the commercial street, the number was called just ahead of us.

There are five of us, four pots are full, and Damian occupies two pots for himself, one portion of mushrooms and one portion of clear oil and spicy.The remaining four of us squeeze two pots, one tomato and one butter spicy.

I am a dignified Sichuanese, why would I be reduced to eating Haidilao and ordering two non-spicy pot bottoms?

The first thing to do when eating hot pot is to adjust the dipping dish.There are reminders posted where Haidilao is dipping dishes, announcing the seasoning ratios of various dipping dishes, which greatly facilitates diners who do not often eat hot pot.

I made the normal spicy dipping plate, and looking back, the dipping plate in front of Jason and Tim was full of sesame sauce, peanuts, crushed sesame oil and shallots.

I looked at them, then at the dipping plate, "Are you here for hot dry noodles?"

Tim groaned, "It's really impolite, this is a necessary strategic adjustment after realizing the reality."

I looked at Jason again. This man obviously ate spicy hot pot last time. I frowned and questioned, "You are cowardly, Todd."

Jason sternly said, "Why are you scared, just experience different flavors."

Damian adjusted a very Middle Eastern-style dipping sauce according to his own taste, and one person can enjoy two pots for himself.

Only Dick was late, and we were sitting at the bubbling bottom of the pan into which the meatloaf was being poured.

Not far away, a person walked slowly.It's hard for me to describe this scene to you, as if you are walking on the street in an African country, passing a group of capable women with fruit plates, flour, mineral water and suitcases on their heads.That's how I feel right now.

Dick held four dipping saucers in his hand and two bowls on each raised arm, making eight bowls and eight dipping saucers altogether.

He was followed by a group of Haidilao employees, each of whom wanted to take the dipping dish from Dick.Dick showed a hearty smile, "Don't bother you, I'm already at my seat."

All the surprised eyes focused on Dick followed his gestures to our seats.

Jason immediately made a calm expression, "I'm going to the bathroom."

I stood up too, "I'm going to the toilet too."

Tim followed suit, "Me too..."

Damian: "Are you going to the toilet team building?"

242.

Dick's eight dip dishes filled the table.

He adjusted all the dipping dish recipes posted on the wall by Haidilao, he is really good at it.

Is he the kindergartner who went on a spring outing with his classmates for the first time as a child?

Dick pushed the dipping plate towards me, "Don't you want to try it?"

"Please give me a garlic oil dish, thank you."

243.

There were fourteen dips on our table, and only Dick and I made three spicy dishes, and Damian's dip barely touched the spiciness.

Seven to two, isn't this a complete loss, Red Fang!

Stand up, Red Fang!

Tim's eyes were extremely disapproving, "Are you looking down on the tomato pot, isn't the tomato pot not red enough, isn't it standing high enough?"

I pushed the non-existent glasses, "The tomato pot is not square enough."

I pushed a small piece of fermented bean curd on a plate toward Tim, and the little red square stood alone on the plate, stubborn and aloof.

Me: "The red formula is red fermented bean curd, you try it?"

Tim moved back warily.

Like a curious squirrel, Dick leaned over with his chopsticks, "What is this?"

I watched him stretch out his chopsticks, watched his chopsticks poke into the fermented bean curd block, and watched him take a quick mouthful.

? ! ?

The great Dick Grayson is buried here, before he was 30 years old, he died from eating a whole piece of fermented bean curd.

Let us mourn for him.

244.

Jason was down and out, he couldn't eat spicy food like before.

Perhaps the American hot sauce was not strong enough, which gave him false courage.

Every time he ate the vegetables in the pot, he had to drink the sour plum soup on hand.

He took a sip and put down his glass, and the long-awaited Haidilao staff would rush forward and fill his glass.

The Haidilao paradox, when your glass is empty, employees will randomly fill your glass with liquids such as plum soup, lemonade or soy milk, so your glass will never be empty.

Jason fell victim to this paradox.

He drank more sour plum soup than he ate beef rolls.

He tried saying no, but if he said no to one employee, a second employee who happened to be passing by rushed up to fill his glass.

Jason's glass is always full, and as long as there is something in the glass, he can't help but not drink.

In the end, we were only halfway through eating, and the brother had already collapsed on the seat and rubbed his belly.

Reject the Haidilao paradox, start with me.

245.

Haidilao has three unique skills, one is tomato beef and celery soup, and the other is the little brother's noodles performance.

There is one more thing, I will not talk about it, you can listen to the sound directly.

"Say Bye~Bye to all troubles, Hi~Hi to all happiness..."*

The fish fillets fell from Dick's chopsticks, Jason's plum juice choked up his nose, Tim held on to the fish fillets that fell from Dick's chopsticks, and Damian poured the last few drops into his own pot. Slice baby dish.

I turned my head to look at the table next to us, and a familiar head loomed amidst the shining lights and happy music.

That head took the initiative to put on a birthday hat, took the light sticks from the shop assistants, and swayed along with the singing.The eyes of the diners in the entire corridor are focused here, and the flash lights are shaking like stars, as if this is not a hot pot restaurant, but a concert site of a certain star.

"Sing a blessing song, we love each other, I wish you health and safety."*

Jason was terrified, "What are they doing?"

Tim leaned out half of his body at some point, took out his mobile phone and took a camera, "It's my birthday."

Damian sneered, "If I want to celebrate my birthday like this, I would rather die."

"If you don't want to die, you have to die," I said, "to die or to die."

The four of us shook our heads amidst the joyful singing.

Dick was in high spirits, and the smile on his lips widened, "But I—"

Eight hands covered Dick's mouth, "No, you don't want to."

246.

At the end of the lyrics, we were finally able to eat well.

The familiar head shook his head and said a familiar voice, "I'm so touched, can you do it again, can I sing it myself?"

Who is this big brother with social bullshit?

I glanced there, and this time, my sliced ​​beef went into Jason's bowl.

……

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Kong Kenan, why am I not surprised that you did such a thing?