Black Noir held the black crayon, which was only half the length of her little finger, with stiff movements.
In fact, he likes painting very much. When he is alone, painting is his spiritual sustenance.
No one knows this.
But Black Noir is really not good at creating with crayons.
What he usually holds are sharp blades capable of slitting throats, or large-caliber assault rifles.
He seemed clueless about this fragile crayon that would break with the slightest force.
Snap.
Sure enough, as soon as he put pen to paper, the black crayon broke into two pieces.
Black Noir suddenly retracted his hand, and his breathing under the mask seemed to have stopped for a moment, like a child who had done something wrong.
But Annie was not angry.
Instead, the little girl sat down on the carpet, picked up the broken half of the crayon, and stuffed it back into Black Noir's big hand.
"It doesn't matter, you can still draw it if it's broken."
Annie looked at him with a smile.
Black Noir was silent for a long time.
Finally, he took hold of the short crayon again.
He imitated Annie and sat down cross-legged on the carpet, his tall and burly body huddled up in a ball of grievance.
The black tactical gloves moved slowly on the white drawing paper.
Although the movements seemed clumsy, with just a few strokes, Lynn's usually slightly messy hair was outlined, and the corners of Lynn's smiling eyes were even drawn.
"Wow, Mr. Black Noir painted so well!"
Annie clapped his hands excitedly.
At this moment, Manor's heavy wooden door was pushed open.
Lynn walked in with the early summer sunshine outside.
He casually hung his suit jacket on the solid wooden hanger by the door and loosened the tie around his neck.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, John was the first to jump up from the sofa.
The blond boy moved to the entrance almost instantly, Azure looked at Lynn with bright eyes.
"Lynn, you are back."
John's tone was obviously asking for praise, "Reggie didn't break the vase, and Tommy didn't spit out the gum. I've been watching them."
"Well done, John." Lynn smiled and ruffled his soft hair, looking over John's shoulders and falling on the carpet in the living room.
He saw Black Noir's hand holding the crayon before he could take it back, and he also saw himself on the Annie drawing paper, smiling at everyone.
Lynn did not show any surprised expression, nor did he break the rare tranquility.
He just put on his slippers, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and walked towards the kitchen.
"It seems that everyone had a fulfilling morning. To reward the housekeeping team for their hard work, how about we have mac and cheese and fried chicken nuggets for lunch?"
"Okay!" Reggie finally gave up on the big blowfly, cheered and rushed to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Tommy also got up from the carpet, used Telekinesis to steadily return a few scattered apples to the fruit bowl, and blew a big pink bubble along the way.
The gurgling sound of water boiling and the unique squeaking sound of fried food soon came from the kitchen.
Lynn skillfully dropped the breaded chicken pieces into the hot oil.
This simple fast food is actually not very difficult to cook, but for these children who have been accustomed to nutritious pastes and cold meals since childhood, fried chicken nuggets fresh out of the pan are simply delicious.
John did not walk away. He leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and looked at Lynn's busy back.
"The big boss who always has a cold face didn't give you a hard time, right?"
John suddenly asked.
Although the boy's Super Hearing could not cover places as far away as Manhattan, he knew that every time Lynn went to the headquarters, he would face those high-level officials with ulterior motives.
Lynn took out the golden and crispy fried chicken pieces with a slotted spoon, drained the oil, turned around and smiled at John.
"He is a businessman, John. As long as we show enough value, he will always be a kind boss."
Lynn walked to the dining table with a large plate of fried chicken exuding an alluring aroma, "In this world, only when you are strong enough and irreplaceable, others will not dare to judge you easily. What we have to do now is to grow up safely."
John nodded in understanding.
He looked down at his hands, which contained the power to level the entire city.
But now, he just wants to use these hands to safely pick up the plate and take a bite of Lynn's freshly fried chicken nuggets.
"Go and ask everyone to eat."
Lynn brought a large bowl of golden mac and cheese to the table.
The children quickly gathered around like cats that smelled the scent.
The lively hustle and bustle returned to the dining table again.
Because Reggie grabbed the last piece of fried chicken, John unceremoniously pressed his forehead with a finger and screamed in panic.
Annie carefully placed the painting under an empty plate and planned to let Lynn stick it on the refrigerator after dinner.
Black Noir is still not on the table.
But when Lynn placed a separate lunch on the low table in the corner of the living room, Black Noir did not hesitate and silently picked up the plate.
The sun shines through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, coating the entire restaurant with a warm orange color.