Lynn Put on your apron and walk into the spacious and bright kitchen.
Take out a few large pieces of fresh beef tenderloin, potatoes and tomatoes from the refrigerator.
After eating exquisite food at Japan for several days, the children's stomachs were in urgent need of some high-calorie carbohydrates and red meat to soothe them.
The rich aroma of beef fried in butter soon wafted from the kitchen.
John After washing his hands, he did not run to the living room to watch TV as usual, but quietly strolled into the kitchen.
He moved a small stool and sat next to the counter, holding his chin with his hands, watching Lynn skillfully turn the steak over.
"Why don't you go play games with Reggie." Lynn sprinkled a little black pepper into the pot and asked casually.
"That game is too childish, and the buttons of Reggie are too noisy."
John curled his lips, Azure stared at the spatula in Lynn's hand without blinking, "Lynn, can I do something for you, such as... use Heat Vision to help you roast those potatoes?"
Hearing this suggestion, Lynn couldn't help laughing.
"If you use Heat Vision, these potatoes will turn into a pile of black carbon in tenth of a second."
"Actually, I can control the temperature." John murmured.
Lynn took a paring knife and a washed potato and handed them to John, "If you really want to help, try peeling off the skins of these potatoes with normal human strength. Remember, don't crush them."
John took the potatoes and paring knife solemnly, as if he had received some important task related to world peace.
The boy took a deep breath, gradually restrained his strength that could easily tear steel, and carefully controlled the muscle groups of his fingers.
This is much more difficult for him than defeating a mutated monster.
The first potato still inevitably produced a few deep finger prints, but by the time of the second potato, he was able to steadily peel out a complete potato skin.
A crisp electronic sound came from the living room, followed by the sound of Reggie shouting.
"Tommy! You can't use Telekinesis to interfere with me pressing the controller! This is cheating!"
"I just speeded up your fingers a little. Who asked you to press them so slowly?"
Tommy was chewing gum, his tone full of self-righteous perfunctory.
Annie was giggling on the sofa, while Kevin squatted next to Fish Tank, carefully changing Charlie's clean water.
In this Manor, which is filled with the aroma of food and noisy noises, everything seems so alive.
The outside world has countless plutocrats and conspiracies fighting for profit, but here, there is only the purest fireworks.
At dinner time, the large long dining table was filled with sumptuous food.
Rich tomato-braised beef brisket, slightly roasted milky mashed potatoes, and a large plate of vegetable salad.
The children sat around and cheered, picked up their knives and forks and began to eat happily.
Lynn filled a large plate with food and walked to the shadow of the corner of the restaurant.
Black Noir was already standing there at some point. He was still dressed in full armor and was so quiet that he had no sense of presence.
Lynn Put the plate on a small round table next to it, and put a glass of warm water next to it.
"The beef brisket is stewed with tomatoes. The meat is very rotten. There is no need to stand guard today. Let's go and rest early after eating."
Lynn did not try to take off his mask, nor did he say any nonsense. He put down his things and turned around and returned to the main dining table.
After a while, the plates on the small round table were empty and even washed and placed in the kitchen sink, and Black Noir returned to his room like a ghost.
The dinner was very lively. Reggie ate enough for three people by himself. In the end, he collapsed on the chair and burped.
After eating and drinking, according to the Manor's rules, it was time to watch cartoons and take a shower.
Lynn finished cleaning up the kitchen and walked to Backyard's wooden terrace with a glass of hot water.
New York The early summer evening breeze carries a hint of coolness, and the Manhattan night view in the distance is like a bright sea of stars.
In this night without flashing lights or Vought International high-level calculations, the rare calmness makes people feel a very down-to-earth relaxation.
New York Long Island It's a perfect morning in early summer.
Sunlight shines into the Manor restaurant through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the air is filled with the aroma of crispy bacon and the sweet smell of freshly boiled hot milk.
Lynn was wearing a loose white shirt, with the cuffs casually rolled up to his forearms. He was standing in front of the island counter, placing golden fried eggs on the plate one by one.
This kind of job of making breakfast for a group of half-year-old children is becoming more and more comfortable for him now, and it is even more enjoyable than writing those boring reports in the laboratory.
"Reggie, go wash your hands. Don't think you can bypass the soap by running fast."
Lynn didn't even look back, accurately predicting the blue afterimage that was about to steal the bacon.
Amidst a murmur of dissatisfaction, the sound of the faucet being turned on was heard.
The children sat down at the dining table one after another.
As usual, Kevin first fed his Goldfish Charlie a few grains of special fish food, and then picked up his own knife and fork.
Annie was wearing overalls today and was concentrating on squeezing ketchup on his fried eggs, drawing a smiley face shape.
John came out of the kitchen with two cups of hot milk, placed them firmly in front of Annie and Tommy, then pulled out a chair and sat down next to Lynn's usual place.
Lynn took off his apron and walked over with the last two plates of breakfast.
"I have to go to the company headquarters this morning. You just stay at home."
Lynn sat down at his seat, cut a piece of fried egg and put it in his mouth.
"Are you going to meet that boss who never smiles again?"
Reggie asked vaguely while stuffing bacon into his mouth.
"There is always some boring process to go through in an adult's job."
Lynn smiled and turned to look at the blond boy next to him, "John, you are responsible for looking after the house while I am away. Don't let Reggie run around the living room and break the vase, and don't let Tommy stick chewing gum to the bottom of the sofa."
Reggie and Tommy rolled their eyes at the same time when their names were called.
John immediately straightened his back. Azure's eyes were full of seriousness. "Leave it to me, Lynn. No one can cause trouble in the living room."
After breakfast, Lynn put on a well-tailored dark suit.
When he pushed open the door of the Manor and walked towards the bulletproof SUV, he glanced at Black Noir standing in the shadow of the pillar.
"Mr. Security, if the children want to watch TV, help them switch to the animation channel. I don't want them to press the wrong channel and see some messy midnight reruns."
Lynn explained casually, then opened the car door and got in.
The car drove smoothly out of the Manor and headed towards Vought Tower in the center of Manhattan.
Half an hour later, Vought Tower's top floor, President’s Office's office.
Stan Edgar stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the bustling city, holding a cup of steaming black coffee in his hand.
Lynn Pushed the door and walked in, sitting down on the large leather sofa, as relaxed as if he were visiting a friend's house.
"I read the report sent by Japan branch."
Edgar turned around, his deep gaze fell on Lynn, his tone was still calm and calm, "Yamato Conglomerate has withdrawn all the protest documents, Kamo Clan is now in a mess, and several side branches are fighting fiercely to compete for the position of the head of the family. Your spring outing was very efficient."
"It's mainly because the children had fun and helped the company clear up some unnecessary resistance." Lynn crossed his legs and answered calmly.
"Of course, the company will not treat any employee badly."
Edgar nodded slightly and completely changed the tacit understanding, "Japan's market has opened. In the next period of time, you can let the children have a good rest. The company needs time to digest this new piece of cake."
"Exactly what I want, President." Lynn stood up and straightened the hem of his suit, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back first. The children may make a fuss if they don't see me before lunch."
Looking at the back of Lynn walking out of the office, Edgar picked up the coffee and took a sip.
The young man's cards are getting better and better, and he knows better and better how to make his own rules in this man-eating tower.
At this time, Long Island Estate was a happy scene.
The TV is playing the classic segment of Tom and Jerry.
Reggie was running around in the spacious living room, trying to catch a big blowfly that flew in from nowhere.
Tommy lies on the carpet and uses Telekinesis to toss several apples in the air.
John is sitting in the middle of the sofa. Although his eyes are fixed on the TV screen, his ears are always paying attention to the movements in the room, and he is fulfilling his responsibility of looking after the house responsibly.
Annie didn't watch cartoons.
The little girl was lying on the low table, holding a box of colorful crayons in her hand and drawing on a piece of white paper.
After drawing for a while, she seemed to have encountered some problem. She bit her pen and thought about it, then picked up a black crayon and ran to the shadow in the corner of the living room.
Black Noir is leaning against the corner, as quiet as a decoration.
Annie is not afraid at all of this black-clad killer who exudes the aura of keeping strangers away from him.
She held up the half-drawn drawing paper in her hand, with several crooked stick figures on it.
"Mr. Black Noir, I can't draw Lynn's hair. Can you help me?"
The little girl raised her face, her golden braids swaying slightly with her movements, and her big clear eyes were full of anticipation.
Black Noir looked down at the little girl who was no more than his waist.
His hands wearing tactical gloves had broken countless people's necks, but at this moment, he hesitated.
After a while, he slowly reached out his hand and gently pinched the short black crayon with two fingers.