Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Bruce returned the water bottle to Daisy.

Daisy is no longer a baby, she has not been drinking milk every day for a long time, and she only holds a bottle before going to bed. Seeing Bruce's big hand reaching out, she quickly took the water bottle and said softly, "Thank you."

Quite polite.

Bruce was supposed to be on the way back to Gotham, but he turned back because of something and just finished his work. He saw this little guy downstairs, looked up and saw Happy, but not Tony, and asked casually: "Where's your father? "

"My father is working." Tuanzi said.

At the mention of Dad, the big blue eyes curved up and looked at Bruce.Daisy was a little proud of her memory and asked, "I remember you were Damian's father, right?"

Looking at it this way, Damian is somewhat similar to Bruce.

The young master of the Wayne family inherited his facial features from his mother, and his behavior may not be very similar to his father's, but when such a young man is placed there, compared with Bruce, it makes people feel very similar.

Blood relationship is probably such a wonderful thing.

"Not bad." Bruce said, "Damian bullied you?"

"He doesn't have one." Daisy shook her head, "The last time we fed the little squirrels in the park together."

Bruce was a little surprised.

He thought about his son in his mind, and couldn't figure out what it would be like to feed the little squirrels harmoniously together. Then he thought about the cows raised by Damian, and felt that feeding the squirrels together was not impossible.

Damian Wayne has a cow at home.

If the old father of the Wayne family knew that the Stark family also raised dozens of minions at once, he might not think that raising cattle is such a big deal.

"You are going to wait for your father here." Bruce said.

Daisy also shook her head: "Go eat cake with Happy."

Seeing that this uncle seemed to be very busy and had nothing to do, she warmly invited: "Do you want to eat too, Uncle?"

Happy was a little embarrassed in the back: "Mr. Wayne has his business..."

He has his own considerations.

The Stark family is not very familiar with the Wayne family, not to mention that the other party is a chairman with a lot of work, and how awkward it is to get along with a little girl to eat cakes.

Happy thought so, and soon felt relieved.

But what he didn't expect was that the handsome man in suit and leather shoes in front of him thought for a while, turned his wrist to look at the time, and nodded to accept Daisy's invitation, saying that he would go to the shop outside to eat cake together.

"I just happened to be hungry too," Bruce said.

Happy quickly sent a text message to Tony who was being interviewed on the tall building.

"Master, it won't be shameful for you to admit it openly." When he walked out of the building, Bruce heard the butler Alfred tease in the miniature earphone in his left ear, "You prefer raising daughters to raising sons." .”

"I don't recommend you to talk nonsense if there is no basis, Alfred." Bruce said in a small voice with his lips moving slightly with no emotion on his face.

In front of him, Daisy was waiting to cross the road, holding Happy's hand.

"You can only leave when the light is green." Tuanzi spoke to Happy seriously, "Don't disturb the driving, if you run out, you will be injured. Daddy will be worried, right?"

"You're right," said Happy.

He is so tall, standing next to the short little Daisy baby, like a cute big bear baby.

"But it's good to maintain the status quo." Alfred said to Bruce, "There are enough children in the family."

There are a wide variety of cakes in the glass cabinets of the cake shop. Daisy’s favorite thing is to stand in front of the cabinets and look at the many baked works that are decorated like works of art, no matter the smoothed cream noodles, cut fruits, or the skirt corners of fondant figures. , are exquisitely just right, between average good and very good, as if the passing point exists precisely and can always be captured by the baker.

It's amazing.

Compared to Tony, Happy dotes on children very much. Whenever he takes Daisy out to eat alone, he always gives what he asks, showing a bit of doting.

It seems that it is not Happy's turn to spoil today, because the calm and solemn chairman sat across from him, flipping through the dessert catalog, and handed Daisy a copy, he bought all the ones that the little finger passed.

There are several plates and half a table.

Bruce doesn't like sweets very much, but Daisy obviously does.

I don't know what made him put down the time and work in Gotham to watch a three-year-old eat, and he didn't see the slightest impatience in his expression and eyes. Instead, he was always able to meet Daisy in time when Daisy needed a napkin. , hand over one.

This uncle is rich, patient and a gentleman.

Happy wasn't thinking about eating the cake.

He was secretly watching Bruce Wayne.Knowing that Bruce is Batman, this good-looking skin once attracted his full attention. After all, although the character design is somewhat similar to Tony, the contrast between Bruce's two faces is actually a bit big.

Happy looked at Bruce, thinking that he had seen the slightest change in his face, but looking into those eyes, he felt that it was still unfathomable.

An invisible man.

"Why don't you eat Happy?" the child next to him asked.

Happy withdrew his gaze, but it was a pity that he didn't move fast enough, and found that Bruce looked over quickly the moment Daisy spoke, and the corners of his thin lips twitched, as if he was smiling.

Laughing so hard that Happy's heart trembled, and he felt guilty as if he had done something wrong.

Daisy, unaware of the grown-up confrontation, was smeared with cream on her cheeks without knowing it, and was looking over at Happy's plate.

Happy likes chocolate cake very much. She has eaten a piece of cake since it was served, but Happy's has not even touched the fork.

"Are you feeling sick?" Daisy asked.

There was a bit of worry on that little face, lest Happy was choking on something from the dim sum shop again—I didn't see him eating, could it be that the air was blocked in his throat?

"I'm not uncomfortable." Happy said, "I feel like I've gotten a little fat recently, so I need to eat less."

"You're not fat." Tuanzi said seriously, "You're just a little cute."

Happy was soothed, so he left Bruce on the opposite side and began to concentrate on eating his cake.

When Bruce was not talking, he was mostly watching Daisy eat.

Eating in his house was not as casual as it was now, and there was bound to be a little discipline, and the sons would not eat desserts with cream on their faces like Daisy.

But the eating appearance of the dumpling is not ugly. Although it is covered with cream, I still love the food very much.

With such a daughter in the Stark family, I don't know how much money they have saved virtually.

Bruce saw Daisy eating and saw that he had a little appetite, so he picked up the cake with a fork and took a bite.

He soon discovered that there were two or three empty cake plates on the table, and they all went into Daisy's mouth.

A three-year-old who can eat well.

"Are you full?" Bruce asked.

"I have to eat another one." Daisy said honestly.She took the paper and wiped her face again and again until it was clean, scooped a spoonful of cake, and continued to eat with gusto, "Buy another cake for Dad."

Master Wayne's eyes slid quietly to look at Daisy's belly under the coat.

Raising a daughter is indeed different.

In addition to eating a lot, Daisy has another characteristic, as if she is a caring little mother-in-law who will also learn to take care of adults.

Happy ate the cake very quickly. She waved her hand to say eat slowly. She put the fork down and poked her head to find where the napkin was. Bruce handed it to her a few times. I want to pass him a napkin, and I am very happy to help.

Bruce was rarely cared for like this by a child.

"Tony Stark is lucky," he said.

Daisy was stuffing the last bite of the cake into her mouth. The fruit juice in this store was very good. It was rare for her not to be picky, so she drank a big glass full of puffed cheeks.

When Daisy's father was mentioned suddenly, Daisy's ears perked up, her cheeks squirmed faster, and when she swallowed her mouth, she quickly asked, "Did my father win the lottery?"

When Bruce said this lightly, he didn't mean it in the first place. After hearing the words, he was silent for a while, and when he was speechless, he said slowly: "It's pretty much it."

Daisy was happy again.

"It was Tony Stark who taught you to take care of others," Bruce said.

"Dad said, I'm an older kid, and I can do many things by myself." Tuanzi puffed out his chest, a little proud, "Damian can do more things, right?"

"He did a lot of things at home." Bruce thought for a while.

"That's a good boy." Daisy said.

"He's really a good boy," Bruce said.

The four sons in his family are all good boys.

"Just listen to you?" Daisy asked.

"A good boy does not have to be equated with being obedient." Bruce shook his head, "You have your own personality, you can tell right from wrong, sticking to the bottom line is the most important thing, no one has the right to dominate your life, not even Tony Stark You can. If you obey everything, that's not a good boy, but a puppet."

He spoke for a long time, and Daisy didn't understand some words, so he remembered them in his heart and asked his father later.

After eating the cake, Bruce was not in a hurry to leave, and neither was Daisy.

Tuanzi listened to a call on Happy's mobile phone, and it was the old father who saw the text message and asked her where she was and what she was doing.

"Uncle, please eat cake." Daisy said.

One day she went out to wander around, even if she was penniless, she didn't have to worry about starving to death, because there were people inviting people to eat everywhere.

Tony said that he would come over after the interview and asked Daisy to wait in the store.

"Thank you to Mr. Wayne," Tony said.

Tuanzi nodded: "I said it, Dad."

After hanging up the phone, Daisy waited for her father for a while, feeling a little bored, shaking her little feet and counting her fingers.

When she looked up, she saw Bruce took out his mobile phone and looked at it. She couldn't help but take another look, thinking that this uncle, like her father, often had to work on the mobile phone.

Bruce looked up and saw Daisy looking at his phone.

He was silent for a while, swiped his fingers twice on the screen, and suddenly handed it to Daisy. This is not something he does often, so he was a little unfamiliar, and his words were suddenly stiff: "Do you want to watch cartoons?"