[Comprehensive Yingmei] Nine Realms God of Cookery

"No, to be honest, dude, you look like a pervert who kidnapped a three-year-old child." Little Anthony's eyes were full of contempt.

"Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't call me uncle, then can I call you Tony? Little Mr. Stark?" Chris spread his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Well, well, I agree." Tony nodded solemnly.

"So Tony, the first thing I want to tell you is," Chris put Tony on Fenrir's back and rode, "I'm not a pervert, and I let you ride Xiaobai, so can you call me uncle?"

"No," Little Tony happily grimaced at Chris, "You don't look like a bad guy, but I don't like you."

"Why?" Chris was a little surprised. In terms of appearance, he should be quite popular.

"You are tall, strong, and have blond hair. You look a bit like Captain America, so you shouldn't be a bad guy." Tony looked up at Chris all the time, seemed a little tired, and tilted his head, "But I don't I like Captain America."

Chris... Does this count as completely lying down?Is it his fault for being handsome?

"Well, since you don't like me, I'm not going to sell you White." Chris dutifully plays the villain, and he doesn't ask Tony why he doesn't like Captain America.

Others might not know it, but Chris knows it—if your dad has been thinking about a guy more than you since you were born, you're not going to like that guy either.

"Fair deal, buddy," Tony said as he rode on Fenrir's back, scratching Fenrir's white hair a few times, "Has Alfred not come back yet?"

"It should be soon," Chris replied casually, and indeed, Chris's spiritual sense has been confirming Alfred's movements, "You like Alfred very much?"

"Of course! Mr. Butler will make delicious cookies. I really hope he is our housekeeper, but Jarvis is also good." Tony looked a little sad, "Yes, I heard Jarvis say, Al Fred uses up a hair for every cookie he makes, but Alfred's hair doesn't look like much anymore, I wish he could grow some more..."

"I also hope to grow some hair, but I will never use my hair to make cookies, Master Anthony." As soon as Tony looked up, he saw Alfred bending over, holding A plate of cookies. "And I'm sure Mr. Jarvis wouldn't say that."

"Thanks, Alfred." Tony quickly reached out and grabbed a piece of cookie. After thinking for a while, he grabbed another piece and fed it to Fenrir. "Then why do you have so little hair?"

"Master Anthony, I'm not young anymore, because when I get old, my hair will naturally grow thinner."

"Really?" Tony bit the cookie and looked at Alfred suspiciously, "But Dad's hair is still fine, and Chris's hair is not missing." Well, Chris next to him has thick blond hair Good evidence for Tony.

"...my hair," Alfred looked a little hard, "it might have been blown away by the tornado."

"I know about tornadoes, they can blow away houses, cars, and furniture, but I didn't know that even hair can be blown away, that's terrible," Tony said with some pity on his face, "Has Chris ever been in a tornado? ?”

"Of course, it's just that my hair is fine." Chris smiled. He not only encountered tornadoes, but also often created tornadoes himself.

Unexpectedly, Tony's expression looked more sympathetic: "Then the hair on your balls was blown away?"

Chris:? ? ?

"Master Anthony!" Alfred was shocked, the little guy is not yet five years old, how could he know "ball"?Who is it that brought down the young master of the Stark family?

Alfred stared at Chris with unfriendly eyes.

"Wait, why do you think that? Of course not, my... OK, tornado, no, blow anything from me!" Chris looked very innocent.

Alfred thought for a while, well, for Mr. Stark... Little Master Stark is not yet someone else's turn to make trouble.

"Then do you still have hair on your balls?" Little Tony asked curiously.

Chris: ...This kid, maybe it can... No, it can be used to make claypot rice, right?Right?right!

Chris reached out and grabbed Tony by the collar with one hand, and this time, even Alfred didn't stop him.

"Let go of me, let me go, uh..." Tony struggled hard, but when Chris tapped his forehead with another hand, he fell silent instantly.

Chris put his fingers together and pressed them against Tony's forehead, with a serious expression, and an ancient language like singing slowly flowed out: "Anthony Edward Stark, the long night is coming, you will start watching from now on until you die You will not marry a wife, grant land, or have children. You will not wear a crown, and you will not compete for honor. You will be loyal to your duties, and you will live and die here. You are the sword in the dark, the guard on the Great Wall, against the cold flames, The light that breaks the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the kingdom. You gave your life and honor to the Night's Watch, this night and every night."

In the eyes of others, Chris was just kneading Tony's little face, but in fact, little Tony kept a dumbfounded expression.

It doesn't matter what Chris said, it's just his bad taste, even if the whole process is "ahhhh", what matters is what language is used.

What flows out of Chris's mouth is the oldest divine language, and every word carries divine power and has great power.

Of course, Chris precisely controlled it to a minimum, and Tony's feeling... probably came from a high-altitude flight experience.

Well, if it was outdoors, Chris would throw this little guy up to a height of more than ten meters, and then slowly catch him with spiritual power to scare him, but indoors, it can only be used with a little trouble A little way out.

If another twenty or so years pass, there will be many more "revenge" methods that Chris can choose, but now... Chris feels that his integrity is still full.

"Chris!" After Chris moved his finger away, he also quietly removed the illusion, and Tony quickly recovered, "This is really cool! Now, do it again, do it again!" Chris' arm wouldn't let go.

Chris was speechless...he shouldn't expect the guy to be simply intimidated.

"Master Anthony, Mrs. Mary is still waiting for you." Alfred saw it almost, and planned to get Tony back, and his mother was still looking for him.

Mary wasn't in a hurry either, she did search for quite a while just now, but Alfred came over and said that he saw Tony, so she was relieved.

"Okay, mom is going to be nagging again." Tony still didn't dare to leave his mother for too long, "Chris, can we meet again?"

"Of course," Chris took Tony off Fenrir's body and handed it to Alfred, "However, it depends on your ability, to see if you can find me."

"Then I'm sure I'm fine!" Tony gave a thumbs up confidently, and was about to follow Alfred away.

"Mr. Chris? Is it really you? Why are you here?"

A sudden voice interrupted the two of them, and Alfred also stopped, pulling Tony aside.

Although he still has Tony with him, he has to see, who is the friend Chris is waiting for?

"Diana, should I ask this question? I didn't expect to meet you here." Chris smiled and gave the tall beauty who was walking towards him a hug.

That's right, the familiar aura that Chris sensed at the beginning was Diana.

"Diana, who is this?" Beside Diana, there was a middle-aged man wearing a pair of glasses, who looked a bit refined.

"By the way, let me introduce, this is Professor Elliott of Gotham University, who is also the vice president of Gotham University." Diana first introduced the middle-aged man next to her for Chris, "This is me. my teacher, Mr. Stein."

"Hello, Mr. Stein." Professor Elliott stretched out his hand, and Chris shook it lightly.

Say, Elliott?It has long been heard that the four major families are all-pervasive in Gotham. It seems that this is the case, Chris quickly reacted.

"Diana, I remember, it shouldn't be..." Chris looked at Diana. If he remembered correctly, Diana should be in New York recently?Why did Gotham come?

"It's like this. Professor Elliot appreciates my research very much, so he invited me to visit Gotham University." Diana explained, "It just happened to be this wedding, so we came here together."

"Yes, Ms. Prince has made a lot of contributions in the field of ancient Greek culture research, and we are honored to invite her." Elliott continued, "This, Mr. Stein? I don't know you The research field is mainly..."

Elliott was a little strange. He never knew that Diana Prince, a rising star in the ancient culture academic circle, had such a teacher.

Moreover, when Diana introduced just now, she introduced herself first.It stands to reason that the opposite is the one who has a closer relationship with Diana, so it can only mean...Diana thinks that her teacher's identity is much higher than her own?

Elliott had never heard of Mr. Stein, at least in academia.

"My research field?" Chris was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that Diana's current identity is a scholar.And as her teacher...how should I put it?Culinary instructor?

"Teacher, he mainly studies Nordic culture, especially Nordic mythology." Diana took the initiative to relieve Chris.

Diana never lied, but walking in the world for decades has also made her "smooth".What's more, this is not a lie, Chris does have a deep study of Nordic mythology.

The inside out kind.

"That's right, I thought Diana would inherit my research, but I didn't expect her to be more interested in ancient Greek culture." Chris also quickly connected.

"Norse mythology?" Elliott was stunned for a moment, he really didn't know much about it, "Maybe I'm ignorant, but Mr. Stan, you don't look like..." Elliott meant, Chris looks too young, and he is Diana's teacher. If there is such a genius, how can it be so unknown?

"Haha, the teacher just looks young, maybe even older than Professor Elliott." Diana smoothed things over and still told the truth.

"Diana," Chris tapped on Diana's head, "I'm not that old, am I? Well, I was Diana's governess when she was very young. You know, Some families don’t want to make too much publicity.”

Elliott "understood". Indeed, Diana's temperament should not be cultivated by ordinary families. Maybe she might be a princess from a small European country.