"Lynn?"
John is holding the receiver, but his mind has not turned around yet.
Before he could figure out why Lynn was still on the phone when he was so close, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Happy birthday, John."
This was not coming from the receiver, but actually coming from behind him.
Reggie's voice.
Then, a second voice sounded from the right.
"Happy birthday."
Tommy The sound of chewing gum can be heard clearly.
Then Annie, and Kevin.
"Happy birthday!"
These sounds came from all directions, getting closer and closer.
Snap.
There was a crisp sound of the switch flicking.
The originally dark living room suddenly became brightly lit.
John squinted his eyes subconsciously.
When he opened his eyes again and saw the scene in front of him clearly, he was completely stunned.
The empty room was filled with colorful ribbons and balloons at some point.
The coffee table was pushed to the corner, leaving a large space.
Four people, Reggie, Tommy, Annie and Kevin, came out from the corner of the corridor pushing a trolley.
There was a huge three-layered cream cake on the cart with lit candles on top.
There is also a giant golden retriever stuck in the bottom of the cart.
"Happy birthday to you..."
Reggie took the lead and started a tune, and several little guys immediately sang along with the most classic but also warmest birthday song.
Buddy also raised his neck and howled twice symbolically.
It's not that he doesn't want to sing, but Tommy said that he sings like Belial, which is too abrupt.
Annie quickened his pace and trotted up to John.
The girl holds a golden birthday hat in her hands.
She stood on tiptoes and fastened the hat neatly on John's golden hair.
"John brother, look behind you."
Annie took half a step to the side and blinked mysteriously.
John turned his head.
The door of the villa was pushed open from the outside.
Lynn stood at the door, and the cold wind blew in along the open gap.
He looked at John, who was wearing a birthday hat and had a somewhat dazed expression, and smiled.
Lynn raised his right hand and snapped his fingers in mid-air.
Boo--Boo hoo hoo!
Whistling sounds exploded one after another in the night sky outside the Manor.
John looked along the open door.
Streams of fire shot into the sky, and then burst into bloom in the deep night sky.
Red, blue, gold.
Fireworks all over the sky intertwined together, like a grand meteor shower, illuminating the entire Long Island night sky like daylight, and a sea of flowers instantly enveloped the top of the Manor.
Colorful lights hit John's face, reflecting in his Azure pupils.
John stared blankly at the sea of flowers, his lips slightly opened.
The outside world caused a storm because of him, countless people wanted his life, and countless people hated him.
Available here.
Someone put a lot of effort into preparing this gorgeous event just to say happy birthday to him.
So good.
John said silently in his heart.
Just when everyone was looking up at the fireworks, a black shadow followed the shadow outside the door and slipped in quietly.
Black Noir patted the Gunpowder crumbs on his shoulders and walked back to the living room dusty.
The spectacular fireworks show outside was obviously arranged and lit by himself, the ace killer.
He walked to Lynn, stood still, looked at John who was at a loss, his eyes under the mask were bent.
"Happy birthday!"
Several children, together with Lynn who had just entered the door, all shouted at John.
This blessing brought John back from his thoughts.
He looked at the room full of family members, sniffed, and showed a big smile.
"Make a wish."
Lynn smiled, and everyone looked at John expectantly.
John Put your hands together and close your eyes.
"Okay."
He didn't say his wish, because if he did say it, it wouldn't work.
Blow out the candles and cut the cake.
This long-planned party has officially begun at this time.
Reggie grabbed the biggest chocolate slice, and Tommy used Telekinesis to fill everyone's cups with juice.
"Save some for me, you guys! Don't bully the dog too much!"
Buddy squeezed in at the front, with his two front paws resting on the edge of the table, anxious but unable to reach him.
"No, I'll give you some chocolate." Reggie teased Buddy with a wicked smile.
"Don't eat it." Buddy bared his teeth.
Reggie:"What does it mean?"
The living room resumed its lively commotion.
Lynn glanced at these little monsters who had completely let themselves go, and shook his head with a smile.
He turned and walked to the kitchen, picked up the apron hanging on the wall and tied it up.
Party snacks can't fill these guys' bellies, and they have to rely on him for dinner.
Annie came over with the cake and volunteered:
"Lynn Director, let me help you wash the vegetables!"
Tommy also floated in. "I can cut meat."
Buddy also sauntered in with his tail wagging. "I'll help you test the poison. Whether it's raw beef or cooked steak, I can take a few bites first to help identify it."
"Everyone, get out."
Lynn unceremoniously drove the two eager guys out of the kitchen together with the dog with evil intentions.
For a chef, having a few more volunteer helpers in the kitchen is simply adding to the chaos.
Especially if these guys get together, they will definitely make pots and pans flying everywhere, let alone a dog who wants to steal food.
"Go to the living room and watch TV, or grab a cake to eat."
Lynn pushed them out, and then pointed at Black Noir who had just changed clothes and walked over,
"No one is allowed in the kitchen except Black Noir, and the same goes for dogs."
"Eccentricity."
Buddy rolled his eyes, licked the cream on his lips, and swaggered back to the living room.
Black Noir walked to the sink, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the vegetables on the chopping board and started washing them.
His movements were as neat as ever. After washing, he flipped his wrist, and the kitchen knife used to cut vegetables turned into a silver light in his hand.
Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk.
Lynn nodded with satisfaction, turned around and took out the beef brisket from the refrigerator.
Tonight's main course, of course, is tomato-braised beef brisket.
In addition to this, he also prepared five or six other specialty dishes.
The fire on the stove started, and the aroma of melting butter soon filled the kitchen.
The laughter in the living room mixed with the sound of chopping vegetables and cooking in the kitchen.
The strange thing is that it doesn't feel noisy at all.