[Comprehensive Yingmei] Nine Realms God of Cookery

"Alfred, you should be all right?" On the sofa, Bruce huddled himself into a ball with fear, but still couldn't help worrying about Alfred.

Even knowing that Chris is not an absolutely safe guy, Bruce still tried to ask.

"Don't worry, what can I do? Alfred is just going to greet some guests. He is an excellent butler." Chris smiled, and it is true. Wayne Manor is a big piece of fat, although it attracts Many people are watching, but it's still early, and the truly qualified wolves are still watching in secret.They all knew that there was a bone hidden in this piece of meat that was not easy to chew.

And the ones outside are nothing more than young people who don't know anything, so how could they be the opponents of the former Knights of the Lake?In Chris's consciousness, Alfred played with the "guests" as if he was venting something.

"But..." Bruce still couldn't believe it.Even if that nightmare has only passed for a week, even if he has been immersed in grief, this innocent and kind rich young master has grown up rapidly.Bruce vaguely understood what those "guests" were referring to, and what Alfred was facing.

"boom!"

There was another explosion outside, I don't know if it was thunder or... something else.Bruce was taken aback, and flinched instinctively.

On a night not long ago, it was also a night like this, when Bruce lost his beloved parents and felt fear for the first time.

And tonight, it was the same dark night, and there was a thunderstorm. Little Bruce, who was already panicked, fell into extreme fear again.

Bruce is a strong boy, he is not afraid of the enemies outside, not at all.He was just... afraid of losing Alfred.Bruce didn't want to lose anyone anymore, and that was his biggest fear.

Feel fear, get used to fear, grow in fear and become stronger.It might be Bruce's innate gift...or curse.

"Hey," Chris sighed, stretched out his hand and pawed the huddled little Bruce towards himself, "I'm only eight years old, can't you be more honest..."

Chris muttered, and didn't plan Bruce too far.Originally, after being put down by Chris and recovering a little mobility, Bruce shrank as much as possible to the corner farthest from Chris on the sofa.

It's just... following the roaring sound outside, the little ball of meat unconsciously got closer and closer to Chris...

The sofa wasn't too big a place, and Chris didn't move his hand until the little meat ball was so close that Chris could reach it with just raising his hand.The meat ball only struggled and shook symbolically, and then let Chris carry it.

"Don't worry, I promise you, Alfred will be fine." Chris rubbed Bruce's black hair, it is hard to imagine that such a small one will grow to more than 200 pounds in the future... Or Say, all the men in the Wayne family have this hidden talent?

Bruce looked up at Chris, his lips moved as if to say something, but he drew back.

"So, do you want something before Alfred comes back?" Chris didn't hesitate, stroking Bruce's hair one by one.Looking at the thunder and explosions with a smile, Bruce unconsciously leaned back to his side.

"I just want Alfred to come back soon," Bruce finally said again, "I don't want anything else..."

"Goo~~~"

A strange noise plunged the scene into an awkward silence.

"Pfft, well, I understand," Chris looked at Bruce, whose ears were red with embarrassment, and buried his head in his knees like an ostrich for an instant, and struggled to hold back his laughter, "Then, Cookie How about it?"

"Yes, did Alfred cook something delicious?" Although Bruce didn't look up, he couldn't help moving his ears when he heard the cookies.

The well-educated young master of the Wayne family certainly knows how impolite it is to behave like this in front of guests.But... After all, he was only an eight-year-old child. Bruce had gone downstairs to find Alfred for food because he had slept all day and was starving, but now he couldn't bear it anymore.

"You'll know if you try it yourself?" Chris flipped his palm, and a plate of steaming cookies appeared in his hand instantly.

"Well, this is..." Bruce moved his nose, took a peek at Chris, and then looked at the plate in Chris' hand.

Biscuits, even though they are cold, do not affect the taste, but how should I put them, the freshly baked cookies are the most delicious!

Even if the plate in Chris's hand was actually made more than ten years ago when he was planning to trade with Alfred, but there is a space tattoo on it, it does not prevent it from exuding heat like it just came out of the oven. Wonderful wheat aroma.

Bruce stared eagerly at the plate in Chris's hand, hesitating and embarrassed to speak.

Known: Chris has just picked Bruce up with one hand and is still smoothing.

Solution: Chris is holding the cookie with the other hand.

Get: Chris once again took advantage of his arm length to raise the plate to a distance that Bruce could see and smell, but just couldn't reach...

"Tsk, well, I admit defeat." Chris touched his nose, reluctantly took the plate over, and put it in front of Bruce.Originally, he wanted to tease Bruce, but he didn't expect the little guy to be quite persistent, and kept blinking at him with a pair of jewel-like blue eyes.

"Thanks Uncle Chris," Bruce said with a slightly happy expression, he knew it would work!When I usually ask Alfred for cookies, I never miss this trick!

Bruce thanked Chris politely and eagerly reached for a cookie.

"boom!"

Accompanied by another clap of thunder outside, the entire plate exploded in an instant, bursting with dazzling golden light!

"Ah..." Bruce was about to take his first bite when he was startled by the golden light and threw himself on Chris.

Fortunately, the cookies did not fall.

"Hahahahahaha," Chris laughed smugly, "No, it's just a plate of biscuits, no need to thank you."

That's right, Chris has been waiting here. He hasn't met anyone yet, and he won't be surprised when he sees glowing cooking for the first time.

With a cookie in his mouth, Bruce struggled to press Chris a few times before getting up, and then threw Chris a disdainful look.

"Hahaha... hiccup, cough," Chris almost choked in embarrassment. This kid is not funny at all, and he doesn't respond at all. On the contrary, he seems to be too naive, competing with a child.

"Swollen and weak...cough, cough, cough," Bruce said with his mouth full, trying to say something again, but he really choked.

"Eat slowly, no one is fighting for you here," Chris patted Bruce on the back, and a surge of spiritual energy helped him straighten out, "What did you just say?"

"Why does this cookie taste so similar to the one made by Alfred?" Bruce was a little surprised, "And..."

Bruce was a little embarrassed to say that he thought Chris's... tasted better than the usual ones.

"What's so strange about this, Alfred's recipe is taken from me." Chris was a little surprised at Alfred's talent. It's not very common for a mortal to restore his recipe to this level. more common.

But after all, there is still a gap, not only because Chris has spiritual power, but also because of the gap in ingredients.Of course, Wayne Manor can order the best ingredients, but they are just ordinary ingredients.There is a huge gap between the wheat and berries carefully cultivated by the elves with magic power, not to mention the ingredients Chris bought in the system mall.

"That's true. Even after more than ten years, I haven't fully mastered this recipe. Mr. Stein's cooking skills are far above mine, Master Bruce." A voice came from the door.

"Alfred!" Bruce's eyes lit up, and he was about to jump off the sofa immediately.It was the first time for Chris to see that someone had the energy to pay attention to other things before finishing the food when he was in front of the food he made and tasted the glowing food for the first time.It looked like Bruce was really worried about Alfred.

Of course, it may also be because Bruce usually eats cookies made by Alfred, which are more than ** successful.

However, under the pleading eyes of Alfred, Chris reached out and held Bruce in time, preventing him from running over.

"Chris, what are you doing?" Bruce struggled hard, but it didn't work at all, "Let go of me, I'm going to see if Alfred is... woo..."

"Calm down little guy," Chris quickly stuffed a... a small cookie into Bruce's mouth, "you take a good look, Alfred is fine, but he's all wet. You go over now, make it Getting wet will only cause him trouble."

"It's like this, Master Bruce," Alfred put down the umbrella and spread his hands, "I'm sorry, it was raining a little while sending the guests away just now, this appearance is really rude, let me clean up first Bar."

"Okay," Bruce said, relieved that Alfred seemed to be fine.

Alfred wiped the rain off his head - thankfully there were not many annoying hairs, which was very convenient - and walked away backwards like any model butler.

The reason why Alfred didn't want Bruce to approach him was not only because he was already completely wet, but also because he smelled strongly of blood.

Alfred didn't want Bruce to recall the nightmare not long ago, so he stood at the door and refused to come over.

In Chris's perception, the back of the black vest dress has been soaked in rainwater and... scarlet blood!It's just that I don't know if it's the enemy's, my own, or... both?

However, in this case, you can still notice Bruce's feelings. There is not a drop of blood on the front. It seems that even if there is only one umbrella in his hand, Alfred packs up the previous guests and prepares hastily. It's really easy.

And those peeping eyes from the dark have once again witnessed the glory of the knights in the lake who almost overturned the entire Gotham...