Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

When we met for the first time a long time ago, he still called him brother.Names are called now.Damian thought.

Then he thought of that pinch of Daisy at someone's birthday party a year ago, he quickly pressed his lips together, and said, "You still remember me."

The young master of the Wayne family stretched out his hand to take the cat that Daisy was holding.

The cat was named by Damian, after the housekeeper Alfred.The butler himself has no objection to the fact that he has the same name as the cat, and while adjusting the pendulum of the clock with gloves on, he said indifferently: "It is my honor, Master Damian."

Damian has lived with Batman for more than two years, and the restless factor in his personality has gradually calmed down. He has become more patient and less impulsive.

These two points of patience are brought into full play when learning new skills with Bruce Wayne and getting along with small animals.

Damian still occasionally goes out to repair the green plants in the yard with a long knife because of a disagreement with his titular big brother Dick Grayson, but if Dick is replaced by a cat, the result is different.

Dick probably had his head bald.

In front of Daisy, Damian has always shown an image that is not easy to get along with.

Daisy also remembered being pinched on the face by him, handing the cat over, shrinking her small hands.

But she immediately noticed the look on Damian's face when he touched the cat, the gentleness that flicked past the corners of his eyes and brows, and even his eyes slightly bent when he looked at Alfred.

I'm laughing.

Daisy took her hand back and put it behind her back.

She is still thinking about going to eat delicious food with Aunt Xiaona, and now that the cat is returned to the owner, of course she has to move on.

Tuanzi knew to be polite, and said goodbye to Damian before turning around.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, before he had taken two steps, there was a gust of wind behind him, as if something rushed towards him.

Natasha shot like lightning, reached out and lifted the cat Alfred, who had forcibly broken free from Damian's hands, and put it back into Damian's arms.

After turning a circle, the result returned to the original point.

"Your cat doesn't seem to like you very much," she said.

The speed of her reaction made Damian look at her twice more. Hearing this, Damian's face became strange: "He just has a bad temper."

In other words, it's not that Alfred doesn't like Damian.It's just that the cat seems to like Daisy more than the little master.

What's the point.

Tuanzi was taken aback by the cat's enthusiasm, and ran to Natasha and waved: "Goodbye."

Seeing that the black and white cat didn't respond, she felt relieved to hold Natasha's hand.

Before Natasha left, her gaze flicked across Damian's face.

Her intuition has always been accurate, just like Damian thinks she is unusual, she also thinks this child is unusual.

Just look at the thin callus that came out of the knife in his hand.

The 12-year-old boy, who looks pampered and pampered, actually needs to practice swords so hard.

"Let's go." Natasha smiled.

She bent down and hugged the beautifully dressed toddler in her arms, fiddled with Daisy's hair, she felt willing to walk with this little one for a long time, lowered her head and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

It was really good to go out with Aunt Xiaona.Give what you want, say you want ice cream, I'm afraid I will also buy a big bucket.

Tuanzi buried his face in the crook of Natasha's neck, counting the things he wanted to eat with his fingers.

He only counted to the third one, and when he raised his big eyes, he found a figure of Mao Mao who was calm and pacing slowly in his eyelids.

Damian's cat followed them.Taking another look, the young master followed behind with an uneasy expression on his face.

When Natasha returned the cat to Damian, she was fine. She turned around quickly, not realizing that a moment later, Alfred had already swept the little master's Foshan Wuying feet once.

It is not a good thing to have a pet that is too temperamental.

But I have raised them, so can I throw them away?

Speaking of which, Damian's home is in Gotham, and he didn't take the cat for a walk in New York. It was Dick Grayson who was going out to do errands, and because the housekeeper Alfred said that he wanted to cultivate brotherhood occasionally, so he was the eldest brother's guide. The little brother came out, and put Damian here halfway, saying that he would come to pick him up when he was done.

If it was an ordinary 12-year-old boy, Dick would take it with him.

But this boy is Damian, and he is not afraid to breed all over the world.As long as Damian doesn't mess with himself.

The young master who is alone has only one cat left.

Now his cat has changed his mind and is leaving with the Stark family.

A few people went all the way to the sheep grassland.

During the afternoon tea time, many people came out for a picnic. Happy bought Daisy's snacks, a full basket, and spread out a picnic cloth on the grass, and everyone sat and ate together.

Daisy also helps.

She had picnicked with her father in the woods outside her home, and she was very experienced, helping get the snacks out of the baskets, and she knew how to get out the paper bags for the food wrappers.

"Don't throw the trash on the grass, okay?" Tuanzi said to Happy.

As she spoke, she saw someone left a small packing bag next to her, so she went to the basket and unpacked a pack of tissues, wrapped the garbage from other people's houses, and put it in her own bag.

"It's good for the United States to ask you to be an environmental protection ambassador." Happy said.

He hugged Daisy to sit in the middle, straightened up, and saw Damian standing under a big tree not far away with his arms folded.

It was someone else's activity, not his concern, and if his cat hadn't crawled into Daisy's picnic cloth to lie down, he would have left by now.

"Call him together?" Happy hesitated a little.

He raised his voice and asked, "Shall we eat together?"

Then he saw Damian wave his hand and turn his face away.

This little young master always stands up straight. Others are happily having a picnic. He seems to be standing as a royal sentinel. He occasionally turns his head to see if his Alfred is still there. Most of the time, his green eyes hang down. , I don't know what I'm thinking.

When Damian was quiet, he looked better than anyone else's children.

Of course it's just superficial.

He didn't really want to go anywhere, he just waited for Daisy to go home after eating, or until Dick came to pick him up.

Dick Grayson is so slow.Damian frowned at this thought.

Daisy ate a cupcake.

The cream flowers on the cake were beautifully swirled, and there were also colorful candies. She ate it like a cat, and licked her mouth after eating, still wanting more.

Damian's cat lay beside her, sleeping comfortably in the sun.

If cats are heartless creatures, they are not.

Alfred gave Damian so many feet in front of him, and from time to time he would look up from his doze to see if Damian was still nearby.

The relationship between humans and cats is a game.Always bet that the cat doesn't care about me.

But what is on the cat's mind is beyond the reach of stupid humans.

"Do you still want to eat?" Natasha took juice to feed the child.

Daisy took a full sip and was very happy. She picked up another cake and thought of something. She stretched her neck to look at the lonely Damian not far away.

Damian was looking down at what Dick was going to do from his words and deeds before he left, when he suddenly noticed footsteps approaching, looked up, and saw the cupcake handed to him before he saw the person.

"Are you eating?" Daisy asked.

"I won't eat it." Damian said, "Take it back."

"This is sweet." Daisy said.

"I don't like sweets."

Damian leaned against the tree, looked up at the gaps between the branches and leaves where the sun was missing, the light streamed down and entered his eyes, and the pupils were also bright for a moment.

Then the leaves fell and hit his eyes, so he could only cover them with his palms.

Daisy felt a little pity.

The little cakes were delicious, but Damian didn't like sweets.

She has never been a baby who holds grudges. She was pinched in the face before, but even though she remembers it now, she is still willing to share the food with Damian.

She lowered her head and used a small spoon to dig the cake and eat it.

The two adults stayed on the picnic cloth.

Happy is happy.

He rubbed his hands together, wanting to be courteous to Natasha, but when he saw the half-smile in Black Widow's eyes, he always felt that there was a hidden murderous intention, so he was shocked, and he still ate his sandwich honestly.

Daisy was eating the cake, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Damian turn around and looked up quickly.

She thought he was going to leave, but he was only half short, sitting on the grass, and beckoning behind the tree with his hand, as if summoning some magical animal.

Then there was a soft grass rustling, and sure enough, a small squirrel jumped out, thinner than the group Daisy was feeding.

Tuanzi's face tensed, remembering the scene of being ransacked, subconsciously took another bite of the cake.

Damian's fascination with animals has failed for his cat, but he is still attractive to this strange little squirrel.

The small animals in Central Park are not afraid of strangers. He spread his palms, and the squirrels went to his hands to find something to eat.

"There's cake," Daisy said.

This squirrel is polite.Thankfully she didn't eat it all.

"Don't feed him cake." Damian said with a straight face.

He reached into his pocket and found two peanuts.

The little squirrel quickly took one, held it with its two paws, and stuffed it back and forth in its mouth to test the angle and size. It stuffed the left cheek for a while, and the right cheek for a while, and stuffed it twice to see if Damian still had it in his hand. Only then did he hold the peanut upright again, gnawed the peanut shells off one by one with his teeth, and quickly ate the peanut kernels into his mouth.

Damian gave another peanut and took two more from his pocket.

Who would believe that the young master of the Wayne family didn't bring money when he went out, but peanuts.

Daisy saw the little squirrel eating peanuts, and she was greedy. She looked down at the cake, and then at the peanuts in Damian's hand: "Can I eat too?"

"You're not a squirrel." Damian said.

He still fed the peanuts in his hand to the squirrel, watched intently how the little thing ate a few peanut kernels, and began to hoard the whole peanuts into his mouth.

Tuanzi was not angry when she was rejected, she just sat there quietly and ate the rest of her cake.

When the last mouthful was in her mouth, she was about to take the paper cup and throw it in her own recycling bag when Damian suddenly glanced at her.

He didn't look unhappy or happy, as elusive as an emotional cat. He reached into his pocket and took out a peanut.

What a treasure bag.

"Take it." Damian said.

He crushed the peanut shell with two fingers and handed it to Daisy.

The dumpling was overjoyed: "Give me something to eat?"

She quickly took it, carefully peeled off the broken shell, put it in a paper cup, put two peanut kernels into her mouth and bit slowly.

Peanuts are raw.

"It's not delicious." Daisy said.

Damian snorted, "I told you."