Vought International's engineering team came very quickly.
These workers in blue uniforms are like a group of well-trained worker ants.
They drove a truck without any company logo and parked outside the door of Long Island Estate, and walked into Backyard carrying a heavy piece of custom-made bulletproof glass.
During the whole process, no one looked around, and no one asked what was going on with the newly filled potholes on Lawn.
They quickly removed the window frame of Transfiguration, installed new glass, then cleaned up the debris on the floor, bowed respectfully, turned around and left.
Edgar's orders were executed very thoroughly.
In this home, as long as Lynn doesn't speak, Vought International doesn't even dare to make a loud sound while breathing.
The oven in the kitchen made a crisp clanking sound.
Annie stepped on the small stool and wore thick insulation gloves, carefully taking out the baking pan.
The rich aroma of butter and cake flour instantly filled the entire first floor.
Dozens of bear-shaped biscuits are neatly arranged in the baking pan, and the edges are baked slightly yellow, making them look cute and attractive.
John leaned next to the counter, turned around, took out a slightly darker sugar-free cookie from another smaller baking pan, walked up to Buddy who was wagging his tail, and threw it casually.
Big Golden Retriever Buddy opened his mouth and caught the cookie accurately.
There was a click.
Those sugar-free biscuits that are baked very hard for grinding teeth are like a fragile wafer in Buddy's mouth. Not even much residue is lost, and it is chewed up and swallowed in two or three mouthfuls.
After eating, it licked its lips and barked happily at John.
The days of Long Island Estate are filled with the aroma of food and noise, and they move forward steadily day by day.
Without the cold needles of Vogelbaum and the endless shooting tasks of the Public Relations Department, these little guys of Vanguard Camp can finally live a life like normal children.
In the blink of an eye, the numbers on the calendar turned to a new page.
This is the ninth year since John came to this world, and it is also his first birthday spent in Long Island Estate.
According to the habits of Vought International Public Relations Department in the past two years, if we were at the headquarters, this day would definitely be packaged as a grand festival.
They will put John in the Stars and Stripes suit that represents hope, push a gorgeous five-story cake, and let him smile in front of countless flashing lights and Video Camera, facing those high-level officials and hypocritical celebrities he does not know.
But today, Long Island Estate's door is closed.
The outside media and paparazzi have no idea where this perfect boy who is so adored by All-America lives.
The morning sun had just shined on Backyard's Lawn, and Lynn was already busy in the kitchen.
There was a chopping sound on the chopping board, and the green onions were chopped finely and evenly.
Big bone sticks and old hens were simmering in the soup pot next to them. The milky white soup was boiling, sending the rich aroma of meat to every corner of the house.
Today Lynn is going to make a meal of longevity noodles.
In the tradition of Huaxia, eating a bowl of longevity noodles on your birthday means peace and prosperity all year round.
In fact, the most delicious way to make noodles is to make soup with seafood and add some scallops or shrimps.
But Lynn turned around and glanced at the newly replaced large glass water tank in the corner of the living room. Kevin was lying next to the tank and playing with Goldfish Charlie.
In order to take care of Kevin's emotions, Lynn gave up the idea of using seafood and only used the mellowest bone broth, plus a fried egg with golden and crisp edges.
In fact, he does not expect John to understand any profound Eastern culture. He only hopes that this child with destructive power can absorb a little more of the fireworks of the world in this family.
John woke up very early.
He was wearing a set of soft gray cotton pajamas and walked down from the second floor barefoot.
He did not go directly to the kitchen to ask when dinner would be served as he usually did. Instead, he stood at the top of the stairs and quietly looked at Lynn's busy back in front of the sink.
His Super Hearing could hear the subtle sound of soup boiling in the pot, he could hear Lynn's steady and powerful heartbeat, he could hear Reggie still snoring in the corridor on the second floor, and he could even hear Big Golden Retriever Buddy gnawing on bones in the yard.
These sounds that usually made him feel noisy turned into a lullaby that made him feel extremely relieved this morning.
"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Go wash your face and brush your teeth, and then wake them all up."
Lynn did not look back, but as if there were eyes behind his back, he drained the washed vegetables and gave a casual order.
John raised the corners of his mouth, agreed crisply, turned around and ran upstairs.
Half an hour later, the restaurant became lively.
Reggie was the first to rush to the dining table with a messy hair and a crookedly packed box in his hand.
"Happy birthday! This is my gift to you!"
Reggie pushed the box in front of John.
John raised his eyebrows and opened the wrapping paper. Inside was a pair of brand new limited edition sneakers.
The style is very fancy and the soles have air cushions.
"I have begged Lynn Director for a long time and bought these with my own pocket money. Although you fly very fast, when you are running on the ground, wearing these shoes is definitely much cooler than your bare feet."
Reggie rubbed his nose proudly.
Tommy was not to be outdone. He used Telekinesis to control a small aviation model, flew unsteadily in front of John, and landed steadily on the table.
"I put it together myself. Lynn Director said that you will be in the sky Accio in the future. There is no harm in understanding the structure of those tin birds in advance."
Tommy put his hands in his pockets and pretended not to care.
Annie sent a painting, which showed a scene of several of them having barbecue on Backyard Lawn.
The drawings are very childish, but everyone's smiling faces are drawn very seriously.
Even Kevin, who is usually the most timid, took out a very beautiful colorful conch from his pocket.
"Charlie said that the sound of the sea can be heard in this conch. Happy birthday, brother John."
Kevin put the conch on the table and smiled shyly.
John looked at the gifts piled in front of him and felt as if something was blocked in his throat.
He doesn't actually need sneakers, he doesn't care about model airplanes, and he doesn't need to play with conch shells.
But when he looked at these children and handed these things to them seriously, his heart still skipped a beat in vain.
This is the family Lynn is talking about.
There is no need to exchange benefits, and there is no need to calculate any value.
"Okay, everyone, sit down."
Lynn came out of the kitchen carrying a huge white porcelain bowl.
The bowl is filled with bone broth, the noodles are clearly defined, and there is a golden and crispy poached egg lying on it, with a layer of green scallions sprinkled on top.
Lynn placed the noodles in front of John, then wiped his hands on his apron and took out a small rectangular box from his pocket.
"For me?"
John Azure's eyes lit up instantly. He didn't even look at the bowl of noodles with an alluring aroma. All he could see was the black box.
"Open it and take a look."
Lynn smiled and sat down on the chair next to John.