[Zhongyingmei] Devouring the sky

The crew started filming the next day, and Tom woke up at five o'clock. The first second he woke up was to look at the pillow next to him.Fenrir's little head is not there, Tom is not surprised by this, the little guy Fenrir has always been in a very comfortable sleeping position, he does not know how many times he will roll on the bed throughout the night, anyway, he will never wake up in the morning Want to find him in the position before falling asleep.

Tom sat up drowsily, while reaching out to dig under the quilt, took out Fenrir who was lying in the middle of the bed, and then positioned him so that he could sleep on the pillow.

Fenrir didn't sleep very well. Although Tom's movements were very gentle, he was still made to hum a few times, frowning as if he was about to wake up.Tom patted his stomach immediately, trying to coax him back to sleep, but Fenrir woke up after kicking his legs a few times.

As soon as he woke up, Fenrir squinted his eyes and shouted unhappily: "Father, I want a drink of water."

"Daddy will pour it for you." Tom said, got out of bed and poured a glass of water, and picked him up to feed him.

Fenrir leaned against Tom's arms with a grandpa's face, stuck out his tongue and licked the water in the glass, and pushed the glass away with a look of disgust after licking, and said, "It needs to be hot."

Tom put down the glass, pinched Fenrir's nose and said, "Little troublemaker, there's no hot food here. Wait a minute, Dad has someone bring it over."

Fenrir pouted, and the chubby twisted his waist and lay back on the bed to continue asking: "I want milk, bread, and sweet jam."

Hearing his attitude about having breakfast, Tom asked, "Honey, it's still early, do you want to finish eating and go to bed?"

"Don't sleep, go to the crew." Fenrir replied lazily lying on the bed.

He hasn't seen the crew filming yet, so he really wants to see it.

Tom listened and looked at the time, and suggested: "Since you don't want to sleep, then Dad will order some food for you to fill your stomach. How about going downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast after we pack up? There is a buffet, you can choose a lot of delicious food.”

"buffet!"

Fenrir's eyes lit up with a "swish". He likes to eat buffets the most. There is no limit to the price, and you can eat a whole stomach for a price. There is nothing better than this.In the past, Fenrir had made several great achievements in the New York cafeteria in another world. He offered a discounted price for children of a few dollars, and then contracted out the food for the entire restaurant, which was really cool.Although most of the cafeterias in the United States later blacklisted him (the remaining ones that are not blacklisted are the industries of relatives and friends, such as Stark, Xavier, Osborne, Worthington), but This can't stop Fenrir's deep love for the cafeteria.

Fenrir stood up from the bed, supported the head of the bed and asked, "Dad, how much is a buffet?" Their family is not short of money, and they must take advantage of the advantages.

"No money, it's paid for by the crew." Tom said while changing clothes.

"Wow, that's great!" Fenrir clapped his hands happily. If you don't need money, then you have to eat enough. You are a fool if you don't eat! "Dad, can I eat the whole restaurant?"

"If you can eat it." Tom said with his trousers on. He meant it as a joke, but he didn't notice the menacing expression on Fenrir's face behind him as if he was about to go to war after hearing his words.

"Dad, I don't want buns anymore, I want to save my stomach for the buffet!" Fenrir said loudly.It's fine to eat the buns or something later, and now he must not waste any space in his stomach, which will be used for the buffet.

Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard Fenrir's words. He took out Fenrir's little sweater from the cabinet and asked, "Do we Fenrir like eating buffets so much?"

"If you like it, don't-get it!" Fenrir replied in a drawn voice, raising his hands above his head, asking Tom to help him pull the sweater sleeves over his arms.

"Well, then you should eat more later." Tom said dotingly.

There was one more reason to contract the entire restaurant. Fenrir immediately patted his chubby belly excitedly, and assured Tom: "Don't worry, Dad, I will definitely eat more."

"Okay, put on your pants, and Dad will take you to wash your face." Tom patted Fenrir's buttocks and said.

Fenrir cooperated and asked Tom to help him put on his clothes, and then happily ran into the bathroom and began to brush his teeth and wash his face, urging Tom to wash up quickly while brushing, "Hurry up, dad, the delicious food will be eaten up later gone."

Tom looked at his anxious look, and said helplessly, "Honey, don't worry, everyone will definitely not finish the delicious food."

They are actors, regardless of men and women, they must maintain their figure, and they basically don't eat too much, even Chris, who wants to maintain body fat, will not eat casually.As for the staff, due to their unfamiliarity at the beginning, everyone will be a little more reserved when eating, and will not rush to eat delicious food, so at least Fenrir doesn't have to worry about not being able to eat good food for the first three days.

"How do you know if you didn't see it?" Fenrir didn't know this, he took a small towel and wiped his face casually, and continued to urge Tom: "Dad, Dad, hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!" !!hurry up!!!"

Fenrir took Tom's toothbrush and squeezed toothpaste for him while he was smashing it, and then squeezed a generous amount on the toothbrush that was almost three times more than Tom's usual amount.

"Okay, okay, don't be in a hurry." Tom stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth dumbfounded, and was instantly sobered by the hotness.

But it’s definitely not Fenrir’s fault that it’s so spicy. It’s because the ingredient list of this brand of toothpaste is not good. Why is it so spicy?

After the father and son cleaned themselves up, Luke Emma came and knocked on the door. They were a little surprised to see that Fenrir had woken up and looked energetic.

"Little Fenrir, why did you wake up so early, did your father wake you up?" Luke asked, rubbing the little curly hair on Fenrir's head.

Fenrir was pulling Tom out, and said, "No, I'm going to get up for the buffet."

"Is your belly hungry again?" Luke asked.

"Well, I'm very hungry." Fenrir nodded, and then said: "Dad said I can eat the whole restaurant later, Uncle Luke, you must eat what you want in advance, otherwise you will be banned." Fenrir ate it."

Luke was amused by Fenrir's childish words, and was about to make a joke with him, when he heard someone coming up behind him and said: "It turns out that Fenrir is so powerful, it seems that I will eat the food I want to eat later. Just take it well, otherwise it will be eaten by Fenrir, and we will starve."

"Uncle Chris, good morning!" Fenrir shouted enthusiastically when he saw the people coming. Hearing that there was a buffet, he was in a particularly good mood today, and even talked a lot.

"Good morning Fenrir too, Tom, Mr. Luke, Miss Emma, ​​good morning." Chris waved to the four with a smile. He was still the same as yesterday, with loose hair and a black jacket, but the jacket Inside, he changed into a blue shirt with a stiffer fabric, and his beard was trimmed carefully, so he looks much more energetic than yesterday.

Tom greeted him and said, "Chris, it seems that you had a good rest yesterday."

"Well, I don't need to be jet-lagged, and I don't know the bed. I sleep better all the time." Chris came over and patted Tom on the shoulder, looked at his face and said, "You don't look very good, jet-lagged, Or are you too nervous to sleep well?"

"Jet lag." Tom pressed his temple and said, "I was half asleep and half awake last night, and I really fell asleep in the second half of the night."

"It's pathetic, I used to be like this when I was jet-lagged," Chris said, and then he looked at Fenrir, who was standing at Tom's feet, and asked, "Did Fenrir sleep well last night?"

"No." Fenrir shook his head and said, "There's been a fight next door all night. It's very noisy, and I didn't sleep well."

"But no one would fight all night, you can't be dreaming, little Fenrir?" Chris didn't believe that the sound insulation of this five-star hotel would be so bad.

"Really, I heard it all. All night, Tony said it was a fight between goblins." Fenrir was very sure of this. His ears were so good that there was only a wall between them. He definitely wouldn't Misheard.

Fenrir said with a serious face, but the others were stunned when they heard his words.Tom was even more confused, WTF, his son actually said that he had been listening to other people's corners all night!There is no mistake!

When several people were shocked and speechless, the door of the room next to Tom opened, and a man with a height of less than 1.7 meters and a very thin figure came out, followed by a man in a red coat, who was as tall as him. Three times stronger lady.Both of them had a proud face, walked around them with their heads up and chest out, and entered the elevator. At the second before entering, they saw the man touch their waist quietly, and immediately after touching them, they acted nonchalantly. Shrunk back.

Everyone was silent for three seconds, and then someone burst out laughing, and then all the adults laughed, only Fenrir looked puzzled, what's so funny about goblin fights, what a strange world people!

Far away on the outskirts of Baltimore, in an abandoned villa, a doctor in a neat suit is preparing for tonight's banquet.

A huge beige carpet was laid on the gray marble floor, and the coagulated blood formed a superimposed circle and square on the tapestry. The doctor picked up the main course on the table, fixed it in the center of the circle, and opened it The hands will be placed in the shape of standing on the round frame with both hands raised.Then the doctor picked up a shiny silver scalpel from the white porcelain plate, gently cut open the skin on both sides of the shoulder and buttocks of the main course, and then sewed up the limbs prepared on the table from the side dishes up.

"Leonardo da Vinci's Vitruvian Man, right? I saw it in the museum, and I have to say, you placed it with great precision, Dr. Rector."

The sudden crisp and clear voice of a child startled Hannibal who was enjoying his work. He tensed up all his muscles instantly. While looking up at the dim corridor on the second floor, he picked up the piece of paper that he had put aside just now. That scalpel.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost? Now that you are here, why don't you come out and have dinner with me?" Hannibal asked in a low voice, and slowly approached the door. Nibal was very angry at this person who disturbed him, but he didn't know whether the other person was carrying a gun, and he didn't want to fold himself in anger.

"Don't be afraid, Dr. Lecter, I have no malice towards you. I just happened to get lost and wanted to ask someone for directions. I accidentally saw your work. I want to say that no matter which one it is, they are perfect and beautiful." Creative, you are an absolute artist and, of course, an amazing cook," the voice said again.

Hannibal listened carefully. He wanted to find the direction of the source of the sound, but he couldn't find it. The sound seemed to come from his mind without any source.

"I am indeed in your mind, but you can rest assured that I have not seen all your memories, I only see the superficial memory you were thinking about just now."

Hannibal's expression was stunned for a rare moment. In fact, he realized it from the beginning, but he couldn't believe it.Unless he is schizophrenic, how can anyone talk in his head, this is not a sci-fi movie.

"Of course it's not a movie."

The door of the villa opened with a "squeak", and a short figure half-floating in the air floated in. He looked down at Hannibal and said, "Hello, Doctor Reckett, I'm Blaise... Lanshere, nice to meet you."