The morning sunlight shines freely through the large floor-to-ceiling windows into the guest rooms on the second floor of Long Island Estate.
Michelangelo woke up to a thick and soft touch.
He stretched out in a daze, and his fingers gripped the pure cotton quilt on his body that had a unique fragrance after being exposed to the sun.
For a few seconds, he thought he was still having a sweet dream in the nest made of broken cardboard boxes and old sponge pads in the sewer.
But when he opened his eyes and saw the snow-white ceiling above his head and the central air conditioner blowing warm air in the corner of the room, the bloody memories of last night suddenly came back to his mind.
Michelangelo sat up suddenly, his green eye circles turning red again.
On the large beds next to them, Leonardo, Donatello and Raphael had also woken up early.
None of the four little guys spoke, they just sat quietly on the edge of the bed, listening to the occasional seagulls calling outside the window.
"Gululu..."
An extremely inappropriate stomach growl suddenly sounded in the quiet room.
Michelangelo held his stomach in embarrassment and sniffed. "I smell bacon, grilled sausages and fried eggs."
The smell was so strong that it kept creeping into the room along the cracks in the door. Compared to the cold pizza that had been sitting in the sewer for who knows how many days and even the cheese was as hard as a rock, this hot aroma was like a hook, directly hooking their stomachs that were empty due to sadness and exhaustion.
"Let's go, don't let the people who take us in think we are rude."
As the eldest brother, Leonardo took a deep breath, patted Raphael on the shoulder, and led the brothers to open the door to the guest room.
As soon as they reached the stairs, the lively scene of the restaurant on the first floor came directly into their sight.
On the long oak dining table, it was like a buffet banquet.
There was a half-meter-high stack of golden pancakes, three large plates of sizzling thick-cut bacon, several large baskets of freshly baked bread rolls, and two large cans of steaming freshly squeezed orange juice.
"Hurry up, Tommy! The omelette in the pan on the left is almost burnt!"
Reggie shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room like a gust of wind, holding a plate in his hand and shouting loudly.
"Shut up Reggie! If you didn't keep spinning around in the kitchen and creating that weird wind, the fire wouldn't get out of control!"
Tommy stood two meters away from the stove, with his hands folded in front of his chest and his eyes fixed on the pan.
As his eyes moved, the four fried eggs turned over neatly in mid-air and fell steadily back into the pot, making a seductive sizzling sound.
Annie is holding a can of maple syrup and carefully drawing a smiley face on the pancakes.
Big Golden Retriever Buddy squatted under the dining table, eagerly waiting for someone to accidentally drop a piece of meat.
As for John, who was wearing home clothes, he was still sitting in the exclusive seat on the right hand side of Lynn, slowly drinking a glass of hot milk.
Hearing the sound of footsteps on the stairs, the movement in the restaurant paused for a moment.
"Good morning, Brother Turtle!"
The first one to rush up was Kevin.
The little boy also held a large soft-bristled brush in his hand and ran to Leonardo with excitement on his face.
"Backyard's extra-large inflatable pool has been filled with warm water! I also added a little bath salt to simulate sea water. Lynn Director said this will make your skin more comfortable. After breakfast, I will take you to take a bath!"
Looking at Kevin's sparkling eyes, most of the defensiveness and haze in the four Little Turtles's hearts dissipated unconsciously.
"Thank you, bro."
Leonardo managed a gentle smile.
"What are you doing standing here? Go wash your face and come over for breakfast."
Lynn walked out of the kitchen carrying the last plate of grilled sausages, casually took off his apron and put it on the back of the chair, "Raphael, I rubbed the bruise on your shoulder with medicinal wine last night. Although it will still hurt today, it will not affect your ability to hold a fork."
The four little guys walked to the dining table and sat down, looking at the mountain of food in front of them, but they still didn't take action.
Raphael stared intently at the grilled sausage on the plate in front of him, his green hands clenched into fists under the table, his knuckles crunching loudly.
"I can't eat it."
Raphael raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was suppressed with violent anger:
"Those bastards Bigfoot Gang killed my father. They must be using Vought International's reward to get drunk in New York. I can't just sit here and eat bacon in a daze. I want to go back and kill all Saitō's men!"
Saying that, Raphael stood up suddenly, turned around and rushed out the door.
"Sit down."
A voice without any ups and downs, but with endless pressure, sounded in the restaurant.
John put down the milk cup in his hand, and Azure glanced at Raphael lightly.
Just at this glance, Raphael felt as if the air around him had instantly turned into solidified cement, weighing him down so much that he couldn't move his legs at all.
He had no doubt that as long as he dared to take one more step forward, the blond boy sitting on the chair drinking milk would definitely use a method a hundred times more terrifying than Bigfoot Gang to break his legs.
"This is a place to eat. The breakfast that Lynn worked so hard to prepare is not to make you lose your temper."
John looked away and picked up the knife and fork again, as if nothing had happened just now.
Raphael froze in place, neither advancing nor retreating.
"John is right, sit down."
Lynn came over, stretched out his hand and put it on Raphael's broad shoulders, pushed him back into the chair with a slight force, and pushed the plate of the most crispy bacon in front of him.
"I know there is fire in your heart, Raphael. But if this fire is spread casually, not only will it not burn Bigfoot Gang to death, but it will also involve all four of you."
Lynn dragged a chair and sat down opposite them, his tone was calm and serious,
"You also saw it last night. Bigfoot Gang was injected with the medicine given by Edgar and turned into a monster that is not afraid of pain and has infinite strength. Even if you rush back to the sewers now, how many can you kill? Five? Ten? And then what? They cover it with a high-voltage grid, put it in an iron cage and send it to Vought Tower's anatomy room. Is this the revenge you want?"
Raphael's chest heaved violently, tears welling up in his eyes:
"Then we're just going to do nothing? Just hide here and act like cowards?"