Lunch was as usual a battle.
Reggie relied on his quick hands to fork away several pieces of the fattest beef brisket. As a result, it was so hot that he gasped in his mouth and almost burst into tears but refused to spit it out.
Annie carefully picked out a few pieces of lean meat without too much salt, put them on a small plate, and pushed them to Buddy, who was sitting on the wooden box seat and was furious.
"I hate that I don't have a pair of hands like humans!"
Buddy knocked on the table helplessly with his short hand.
Kevin tore off a small piece of bread filled with soup juice, crushed it bit by bit and sprinkled it into the water vat, watching Charlie swim up and down happily.
John is sitting on the left hand side of Lynn, holding a spoon in his hand, but not in a hurry to scoop out the meat in the bowl.
He looked at everyone on the long dining table.
Watching Reggie and Tommy fighting each other for the last piece of potato covered in tomato soup, watching Annie laughing and pulling Reggie's ears, and listening to the crisp sound of the knife and fork hitting the porcelain plate.
"Why are you dazed? It's not to your liking?"
Lynn's voice interrupted John's thoughts.
John came back to his senses and found that Lynn had put a spoonful of the softest stewed beef brisket without any fascia into his bowl, and at the same time, he tapped the rim of his bowl with the back of the spoon.
"You can't just eat meat. Eat carrots too. Don't be picky."
Lynn glanced at the carrot pieces in John's bowl that had been deliberately set aside, and his tone contained a majestic tone that could not be refuted.
John looked at the carrots in the bowl and said nothing. He just picked up the spoon very obediently, stuffed the carrot Wagyu meat into his mouth, and started chewing it.
The sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes spreads in the mouth, and the hot broth slides down the throat and into the stomach, completely dissipating the cold air that was blown on the rooftop just now.
"Delicious."
John mumbled something vaguely, and the corners of his eyes curved into a clean arc.
Lynn looked at him looking like he wanted to bury his head in the bowl, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, reached for the napkin on the side, and handed it over casually.
After lunch, according to the Manor's rotation rules, it is Reggie and Tommy's turn to wash the dishes today.
The two little guys stood by the sink with gloomy faces, complaining about who washed an extra plate, but did not dare to make too much noise for fear of provoking Lynn.
Lynn made a pot of hot tea and walked to the living room carrying the tea tray.
The firewood in the fireplace was burning brightly, making a soft crackling sound.
The top layer of Manhattan, Vought Tower.
Compared with the warmth in Long Island Estate, this spacious President’s Office office seems cold.
The pool of blood belonging to Stormfront on the carpet has been cleaned up, and fir-scented air freshener has been sprayed in the air to cover up all the smell of blood.
Stan Edgar stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the snow-covered city streets below.
Madelyn held a paper file that had just been delivered in his hand and walked in carefully on high heels.
"Mr. President, these are the old files you requested. They were taken from the physical safe at the bottom of the underground."
Madelyn's voice was kept low, for fear of offending this gloomy man.
"Put it on the table."
Edgar There is no looking back.
Madelyn put the old brown paper bag on the large desk, then backed out very wisely, closing the door smoothly.
Edgar turned around, walked to the desk, reached out and untied the brown paper bag.
He pulled out a somewhat yellowed document from which there was an old color photo pinned with a paper clip in the upper right corner of the document.
The photo shows a man wearing a green uniform, tall and burly, holding a heavy alloy shield in his hand.
The man had an arrogant smile unique to that era on his face.
Soldier Boy.
Edgar's slender fingers gently rubbed the edge of the photo twice, and the eyes behind the lenses were so deep that it was hard to see through.
When a god has a weakness, he is no longer invulnerable.
Now that the knife Stormfront is not sharp enough, it needs to be replaced with a knife that is heavier, more ruthless, and has no bottom line.
Edgar picked up the internal phone on the table and dialed a number.
"Prepare a special plane to go to Russia, the sooner the better. Also, contact me the person in charge of Black Mountain Base over there."
Putting down the phone, Edgar glanced at the snowy scene outside the window and stuffed the photo back into the brown paper bag.
Long Island Estate's afternoon was so quiet that it made people sleepy.
Without the howling wind and snow outside, the heat in the house makes people's bones feel brittle.
Annie was sitting on the corner of the sofa, already asleep with a picture album in his arms, covered with a thin cashmere blanket.
Buddy lay at Annie's feet, chirping from time to time, probably because he had eaten something good in his dream.
Lynn was sitting on the single sofa, holding an old travel diary that he had found somewhere in his hand, and was reading through it slowly.
John leaned on the carpet next to Lynn's legs, holding his knees with his hands and resting his chin on his arms.
He looked at the dancing firelight in the fireplace and listened to the rustling sound of paper as Lynn turned the pages of the book.
This sound was more effective than any sleeping pills, making his eyelids grow heavier and heavier.
"Lynn."
John closed his eyes and spoke softly, as if he was talking in his sleep.
"Hmm."
Lynn did not stop turning the pages of the book, but responded softly with a nasal voice.
"Tomorrow morning, I also want to eat tomato stewed beef brisket."
Lynn closed the page, his eyes fell on the hairy head of the blond boy, and looked at his slightly slow breathing due to sleepiness.
"If you don't feel tired after eating two meals in a row, Reggie they will still protest."
Lynn's voice was very soft, "Eat an egg and ham sandwich tomorrow morning."
John did not object, his breathing had become very even and long.