[Comprehensive Yingmei] Nine Realms God of Cookery

With Alfred's acquiescence, Chris temporarily stayed in Wayne Manor for a period of time, looking at (tiao) looking at (xi) little Bruce.

It's not that Chris hasn't taken care of children before, he has pulled two little kids from the gods.However, it is indeed the first time to tease mortal children, so it is not interesting.

After all, when Diana was still young, Chris could already go up mountains and seas with her, and the water pressure at a depth of a thousand meters was nothing to little Lori.

And Loki and Sol...the two rough-skinned little bastards, especially Sol, since they were five years old, Chris taught them food, fists, rolling pins, and love (smile.jpg) .

For little Bruce, of course, these are completely inappropriate.Among other things, even if Chris uses [-]% of the strength to clean up the eight-year-old Sol, basically Bruce can be buried with his parents smoothly.

Fortunately, some precocious blues are now very well-behaved and sensible, and usually don't let Chris have the urge to hit someone.After all, the little guy is still some distance away from the big bat that makes people want to give a shit just by looking at it.

However, the so-called babysitting by Chris was really just playing with (amusing) Bruce, except for the occasional cookie and juice, he didn't even cook a single dish.

Not that Chris was being mean.The main reason is that the large amount of cause and effect entangled in Bruce is in a state of rapid expansion and extreme flickering.After learning the relationship between cause and effect and the pillars of the universe from the system, Chris understood that the existence of Batman is too important to this world.

At least until Bruce becomes... himself, Chris doesn't want to change the trajectory of his fate too much.If too much reinforcement is given to the little guy now, Chris can't guarantee that Bruce will follow the established path.

Hey Punch Brucey or something, Chris doesn't even want to try it... wait, sounds like it's worth a try too?

Of course, the existence of Chris still has great significance.At least, with Chris in charge, no youngster has the ability to invade Wayne Manor.Anyway, he didn't need to do it himself, Fenrir, who was wandering around the manor, could easily solve everything.

When Bruce's safety was temporarily guaranteed, Alfred could finally take time off to deal with other things.

Not housekeeping like garden trimming, but...something only Lancelot can do.

Alfred didn't mention some things, so Chris naturally didn't intervene, so he was happy and relaxed.He believed Alfred could figure it out on his own.

In Chris's mind, in the original timeline, Gotham's richest man like the Wayne family suddenly lost their speaker, leaving only a child and a housekeeper, and no side relatives.

However, with such a large piece of fat, knowing that Bruce returned from his studies, in the past ten or twenty years, including the manor, the wealth accumulated for more than 20 years, the company group, etc., there is no problem at all, and it is still well preserved... so Is it just because Gotham has good law and order and simple folk customs?

Since Lancelot, who was worried at the beginning, was able to extract the entire Wayne family from the underground world, now, the knight of the lake who has no worries, may have changed his job from a single sword to a wild light cannon... ...Ah no, I'm afraid it can make some people understand that there are still people in the Wayne family who can stand up!

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After Wayne's accident, Gotham remains peaceful, at least on the surface.But now, the city that has transformed from a "city of business" to a "city of crime" is once again making ripples and waves.

On the surface, the various shares and properties of the Wayne family were frozen for preservation; secretly, countless forces, large and small, received warnings, warning them to accept as soon as they were good.The part of the underground force that was once abandoned by the Wayne family is functioning again like a dying struggle. With the acquiescence of the other three families, it seems that there is an invisible hand manipulating the undercurrent of the entire Gotham, peeling away all scrapes. To the wind and rain of the old manor.

Of course, all this is not without cost.Without any intention of discussing with Bruce, a certain housekeeper gave up a large profit on his own initiative and threw it out to temporarily feed the biggest wolves.Otherwise, things wouldn't go so smoothly.

This is also one of the reasons why the real leaders of Gotham chose to let the Wayne family go.As upper-class Gotham people, they never lack for cruel methods.However, they are also more afraid of death.As long as they get enough benefits, they don't want to really push a former top agent to a dead end. The real Gotham people can see this very clearly.

"Okay, Bruce, it's time to go to bed." In the castle of Wayne Manor, Chris closed the book and touched Bruce's head. "Kids who stay up late will not grow tall...no, they will gain weight." Thinking about this guy's future height, Chris changed to a more rigorous statement.

What surprised even Fenrir was that Chris could really take care of the child patiently!Even tell bedtime stories!

It would be even better if the book in your hand is not "Norse Mythology"... No, in fact, "Norse Mythology" is not a big problem, but when someone tells children bedtime stories, they will keep inserting some "" Shit, total bullshit!" "This bitch has a hot body, you should really see it when you grow up," or "This guy has a nice ass, well, the one who died in this chapter, he is still alive and well, Comments like "big breasts butt up"!

Of course, considering that it was Chris, Fenrir felt that this was pretty good, at least not yet...

Why do you think so much, lying on the roof of Wayne Manor, Fenrir shook his head, anyway, there is only one devouring wolf in the whole universe, so there probably won't be any wolf cubs.

Alas, wolves are born lonely~ "Aw~"

Fenrir was about to scream at the moon in the snowy night, but was interrupted by Chris's spiritual sense in time, so he could only continue to sleep on his stomach.

Stopping Fenrir's howl that almost sent the whole of Gotham into a panic, Chris was about to leave, but found that his robe was held by a stubborn little hand.

"Bruce, didn't we agree yesterday? You're going to sleep by yourself from tonight." Chris said slowly, looking at the one that was pretending to be asleep.

The little black head still had its eyes closed tightly, turned to one side, and seemed to have fallen asleep, and didn't hear what Chris was saying at all.

"Do what you said, I think Alfred should also hope that the heir of the Wayne family can do this." Chris leaned down and blew lightly on Bruce's ear.

The stubborn little hand still didn't let go, but a red color like cooked lobster quickly appeared on the little head.

"Well, you forced me," Chris whispered helplessly into Bruce's little ear, "If Bruce sleeps alone tonight, I won't play your little hook .”

The stubborn little hand quickly retracted.

Chris hummed and walked out of the room triumphantly.It’s just a pity that I wasn’t in the temple before, otherwise, there should still be many people wanting to buy the feel of the experience of [playing Bruce’s little hook] in the shower... right?

"Alfred, it looks like you're in some trouble today?" In the corridor, Chris ran into Alfred who had just returned.

The sky in Gotham in winter is always gloomy, with snow falling at any time.When Alfred came back from the outside, his body was inevitably covered with a layer of snowflakes.

It's just that it's quite rare for a housekeeper, who is usually strict and meticulous, to let the snow stick to his body and enter the door.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Chris," Alfred bowed with difficulty, "Master Bruce, he..."

"Bruce is already asleep." Chris waved his hand, "You don't have to be so restrained, just treat it like your own home."

"Thank you again for your understanding..." Alfred twitched the corners of his mouth, and Chris spoke as if he was the master here... "If you have nothing to order, I will first..."

"Wait," Chris stopped Alfred, "With your injury, you still want to be brave during this time? I may not stay in Gotham for too long, can you do it like this?"

Chris frowned. When Alfred bent over just now, his back was slightly exposed, and he could see that the thin layer of snow on his shoulders had been completely stained dark red by blood.

Before he came back, because he still planned to visit Bruce, Alfred had managed to deal with some positive traces, but there was really no time for other places.

"During this time, please trouble Mr. Stan," Alfred smiled wryly, "but it's okay, today should be the last time, and it won't happen again in the future. I don't want to worry Master Bruce too much."

If he is patient, Alfred should be able to save more interests for the Wayne family.However, in this situation, Bruce is more important than anything else.

"That's good," Chris nodded, "Go and deal with it first, and meet me in the kitchen later."

"...Yes." Alfred looked at Chris, who really regarded himself as the master here and gave orders, without a word, replied, and left quickly.Just...why the kitchen?

Having been with Hela for so long, he still learned a few tricks. At least, with Chris's face, this protest in his eyes can be completely ignored.

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"Very good, it looks like you've almost recovered." Late at night, in the kitchen of Wayne Manor, Chris waited for Alfred who looked the same as usual.

"Do you have any orders, Mr. Stein?" At the kitchen door, Alfred wanted to salute, but accidentally touched the wound, and grinned in pain.

"It's nothing, you can make a cookie first." Chris pointed to the kitchen countertop, and he had already prepared all the materials.

Alfred looked at Chris in shock. Although he knew that the person in front of him was not malicious and that he was very mean, but... calling the wounded over in the middle of the night just to let him cook, isn't it too much?

"What's the matter? Is there any problem?" Chris raised his eyebrows, "Speaking of which, I've been here for a while, and I haven't tasted the specialties of Wayne Manor yet."

"Of course... no problem," Alfred took a deep breath, "as you wish."