[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Wensty walked over and sat opposite Crowley. Crowley opened one eye, glanced at Wensty, closed it again and continued listening to the song.

"Third uncle," Wensty said, staring at Crowley's face, he really looked like a red snake spitting out a letter, "does my family know your real identity?"

The music in Crowley's headset was loud, but it didn't prevent him from hearing what Winsty was saying.

Crowley took off the headset, sat up straight, and checked his chin against Wensty. There was no emotion in those golden eyes, and Wensty seemed to see a snake spit at her: "You know what?"

Wensti sank her heart and said, "I should know everything."

The third uncle in front of her is actually one of the three dukes of hell, and no one would believe it.

After hearing what Wensty said, Crowley's face turned frosty. His upper body leaned close to Wensty, and whispered, "Do you know what price you have to pay?"

Before Wensti could say "I don't know", the man in front of him had already turned into a red snake, and he really uttered his message, wriggling and approaching Wensti.

"Then let me tell you that my identity is a secret, and those who know this secret..." His tone was fierce, deliberately prolonging the ending, "will be eaten by me."

Winsty's face was extraordinarily calm, which was beyond Crowley's expectation. He thought that the cheap grandniece would go to her mother and cry.

In fact, after hearing what Crowley said, the first thing that Wensty thought of was a popular science program she saw when she was a child. It talked about whether snakes could swallow elephants. Of course, ordinary snakes couldn’t do it, but they had supernatural powers in ancient times. The snake can do it, and Crowley is one of the three dukes of hell, so he should be able to swallow her in one gulp.

How does he digest it?

Crowley's tail cocked up: "Aren't you afraid?"

"No."

Wensty really didn't feel any fear in her heart, probably because she had seen too much of his tame appearance in front of Aziraphale, and every time he quarreled, he always apologized first, and she really couldn't put Crowley and Aziraphale together. Evil is connected together, even if he is one of the three dukes of hell.

Winsty saw defeat clearly in Crowley's golden eyes.

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"If you eat me, you'll have to eat my grandmother's food for the rest of your life." Winsty reminded him of this.

These days, the Adams family ate separately. Wensty, Sherlock, and Crowley ate meals made by Wensty together, and the rest of them ate meals made by their grandmother.Debbie was supposed to be involved too - people with normal tastes can't stand grandmother's cooking food - but Winsty was reluctant to make something for Debbie, but somehow refused, and Sherlock helped her .

Sherlock pointed to a dish from his grandmother and asked Debbie, "What do you think of this dish?"

Debbie replied very naturally: "Of course it is very good."

Sherlock had figured out that Debbie dared not say anything wrong with the Adams family. In the past few days, he had seen that Debbie wanted to achieve other goals through marriage, so she had been careful not to make any mistakes.

The grandmother yelled excitedly, and there is no cook who doesn't like others to praise her craftsmanship: "Then you can eat with us, Winsty can't make such delicious things."

This matter was resolved easily.

Sherlock, Wensty, and Crowley became dinner partners. All three of them had their own affairs in their hearts, and they didn't talk much when they ate.

Winsty pointed out again: "My grandmother made salted egg yolk biscuits with her homemade sauce."

Grandmother's homemade sauces are rich in categories and have always been her favorite.

Crowley once tasted it, and the taste was hard to describe. He even thought that his grandmother's sauce could be promoted in prisons, which would also reduce the crime rate.

Crowley never thought that he would be threatened by the kid who was not yet 20 years old. In fact, he didn't want to eat Westy in the first place. What kind of food does Wessie have, he just wanted to scare her.

He shook the snake's head, turned back into a human form, sat back on the sofa, crossed his legs and asked her, "Who else did you tell me about my identity?"

Winsty shook his head: "There's no one left."

It is impossible for her to go around and say: I will tell you quietly, my third uncle is the Duke of Hell.

Others must have thought she was delusional.

Crowley was satisfied. If a few more people knew his identity, things would be a little more troublesome.

"That's good, don't tell anyone else," Crowley ordered, leaning on the sofa chair and resting his head on his head. "How did you know who I am?"

"The ghost in the Grand Theater told me."

"Can you feel ghosts?"

"Yes."

"You have the spiritual power of a demon hunter." Crowley looked at the little girl in front of him. He thought she was just an ordinary little genius who made desserts.

He added: "Same as your great-grandmother."

Wensty had heard her grandmother say that her great-grandmother was an excellent witch, but she didn't expect that she was also a witcher.Demon hunters are rarer than witches. Witches can be trained by reading witchcraft books and magic books, but only with spiritual power from birth can they become witchers.

In the words of the Great Elder, a demon hunter is a man of destiny.

"How did you become a relative of our family, how can a demon be a relative of a mortal?"

Wensty's question stepped on Crowley's humiliation point, and he let out a huff.Let’s talk about how he became a relative of the Adams family... The matter has to be traced back to the Victorian period. Wensty’s great-grandmother also saw through his identity and made a bet with him that he would give her all her life. The descendants of the devil curse, and the devil's curse is actually a reverse blessing.

They bet on Crowley's smile at the time. Crowley had never smiled in front of his great-grandmother, and he told her directly: "I don't smile in front of anyone, anything, or spirits."

"is it?"

Later, Wensty's great-grandmother seized his lifeline and went to find the round angel. He lost the bet and cursed their family for generations.

Hey, don't mention the past again.

Crowley replied to Winsty, "Don't worry about the children."

Well, Winsty roughly guessed that his great-grandmother had done something to embarrass Crowley, so he was reluctant to say it.

When it comes to Wensty's grandmother, Crowley's memory is like a drawn thread. Ever since he tempted Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit, he has been living on the earth. Thousands of years have passed, except for Aziraphale. The only person who can be called a friend is Wensty's great-grandmother.

They met one night, when she was still a girl, she generously paid for the drinks of everyone in the tavern, and sat at the table next to him to drink.

Crowley had been bored for a long time, and only when he saw her was he a little interested. He followed her quietly and watched her walk towards a cemetery in London, which was her home.

It was the first time Crowley had seen a mortal who made a graveyard his home.

He has been observing her. The life of a demon is endless. Except for completing the trouble indicators required by the underground, he is bored most of the time. Following this human girl makes him get a little happiness.

Oh, he's a devil, he shouldn't have happiness, but he does.

Until one night, he stared at her and returned to the cemetery, and she finally couldn't help saying: "As a demon, can you look a little bit like a demon?"

His tone was full of annoyance.

Crowley showed up, unconvinced: "Why don't I look like a devil anymore?" He clearly had a turbid evil aura all over his body.

"No, you have been with me for so long, have you never thought about making trouble on the road?"

"No."

"That's it, you can still be a devil like this?"

Crowley couldn't remember her face anymore, but he always remembered her words. This was the first time in thousands of years that someone questioned whether he was a qualified demon, but he asked himself this question many times.

After going back and forth, they became acquainted, and after going back and forth, she and Aziraphale also became acquainted, but we all have tasks on our shoulders, and we cannot meet each other frequently. The place performs miracles and troubles, and she needs to catch all kinds of demons and undead all over the world.

When we saw her again, she had changed from a girl living in a cemetery to a woman living in an old castle. The man she married was a wizard, and her skills were learned in a wizarding school in London. Captured a lot of undead, experienced life and death, but it is also suitable.

Later, she became the mother of the child, and she stayed in the castle ever since and never went out again... Human life is always short, and in the eyes of angels and demons with eternal life, it is just a flick of a finger.

Crowley and Aziraphale attended her funeral hand in hand, secretly asking if there is her name in heaven and earth, did she go to hell or go to heaven?

Unexpectedly, there is no spirit body of her in the sky or on the earth. According to her husband, her soul stays somewhere in Adams Manor.

Crowley heaved a long sigh, looked at Wen Sidi, and seemed to see the girl who hated iron and steel through her again, and remembered that more than a hundred years had passed.

There was silence in the room, and Winsty saw the sadness in Crowley's eyes, and she found the roll and handed it over.

Crowley gave her a disgusted look and told her, "I'm not going to cry." Stupid mortals.

"Oh!" Winsty replied, her phone vibrated in her pocket, she took it out and saw that it was a message from Sherlock, saying it was playing hide and seek, and he didn't know where he went.

Information display: Quickly come to the third room on the left on the second floor, and bring at least one of your family members.

Wensty looked at Crowley: "Third Uncle, would you like to go with me?"

"Don't go."

"If you don't go, I won't cook for you tomorrow."