[Comprehensive Yingmei] Nine Realms God of Cookery

What Alfred didn't expect was that Chris wasn't as bad as he seemed.

Well, it's still pretty nasty, but at least it's a non-killing kind.

As a god, there are many "privileges" in the field of his priesthood.For example, if Thor is in a thundercloud, the thundercloud will never dissipate.

As a cook, it's clear that the kitchen is Chris' domain.In the space with the concept of "kitchen", every breath of Chris will release divine power, turning this place into a kingdom of God on the ground.

And as a chef, Alfred, who got permission from Chris, stepped into the kitchen, and his injuries instantly healed a lot!Alfred moved a few times, and was surprised to find that although there was still some dull pain, the wound no longer affected his activities.At least, it doesn't affect making cookies.

Now that there is no problem with the body, the rest is much simpler.The materials are all ready-made, Chris sorted them out from Wayne’s kitchen, and they can be used directly.

Alfred handles materials with ease, and every generation of Wayne has a sweet tooth.Thomas Wayne used to ask him to do more behind Martha's back when he was alive.Then with Bruce, Alfred had to bake cookies almost every week.

"Okay, that's it." Alfred had just set up the oven and was about to put the cookies in when he was interrupted by Chris, "We don't have that much time to waste."

As Chris said, he pointed to the plate casually, a burst of spiritual power gushed out, and the dough instantly turned into pieces of small cookies exuding a warm fragrance.

"I already know the temperature setting of your oven. It's very good, and you have some ideas of your own. Try it."

The effect achieved by Chris this time is entirely based on the oven temperature and time set by Alfred.In other words, what Alfred would look like when he baked it is what it looks like now.

Alfred didn't understand what Chris wanted to do, so he picked up a cookie and took a bite.After a busy day, he happened to be hungry too.

Alfred tasted it and it was perfect, or rather, the best he's ever made!I don't know why, although he was forcibly called over in a state of extreme exhaustion, Alfred felt that he was in surprisingly good condition and hand feeling tonight.

"I already know about your ability." Chris didn't touch any cookie. Just smelling and looking at this level of food is enough for him to understand all the information. I have made some changes to my recipe. Although the effect is a bit worse, it is more in line with the conditions here."

In the recipe given by Chris at the beginning, some conditions, such as heat, temperature, etc., are too demanding, and the oven technology on the earth cannot meet it at all!Unless Alfred built a wood-fired oven in Wayne Manor and spent decades practicing controlling the flame temperature...

Therefore, Alfred also made some changes of his own to this recipe.Although the effect is not satisfactory, it also retains the flavor of the original recipe to the greatest extent.

"Now," Chris continued, "you watch me do it first, and then try to restore it yourself."

Chris waved his hand, and another pile of materials appeared on the table.It is still the material for making cookies, but this time, Chris used the ingredients obtained from the Mirk Forest and watered by the elves with Moon Spring water.

In order for Alfred to see clearly, Chris did it very slowly this time, and he did it all by himself, except for the last step, which did not use any spiritual power.

In the last step, Chris suspended the unbaked cookies in the air, wrapped in spiritual power, and kept rolling, so that Alfred could clearly see the changes of each step.In addition, Chris also thoughtfully outlined in the air the specific temperature of the upper and lower fires of each section, which is equivalent to how long it took to bake and other factors. While using spiritual power to save time, it also ensures that other people can follow this process to make it .

Of course, for ordinary people, the whole process must be extremely difficult.

After Chris completed all the steps, Alfred stared at the cookie plate, thinking silently.Chris didn't bother him either, and didn't speak again until Alfred tasted a piece carefully.

"Have you remembered it all? Very good, now you do it again and let me see how you learn."

Chris brushed the countertop casually, and another pile of identical materials appeared on it.

Alfred looked at the never-before-seen materials in front of him, and his hands were itchy, and he started to make it with ease.

……

"That's right. It's good to be able to do this for the first time." Looking at the finished product made by Alfred, Chris nodded with satisfaction.This time Chris didn't intervene in any steps, just watched Alfred bake it in the oven bit by bit.

By the time a plate of cookies came out of the oven, it was almost dawn.

The plate of cookies made by Alfred is certainly not comparable to the finished product that Chris just demonstrated.However, compared to the one he did before, there has been a lot of progress.Although it is mainly due to the material, Alfred's own efforts are also very effective.

"Your talent is not bad, little guy," Chris patted Alfred on the shoulder. Although the appearance looked unsuitable, no matter how you counted it, Chris called an ordinary person who was only a few decades old. It is reasonable, "Think about it, do you want to be my believer?"

"This..." Alfred froze for a moment, "Mr. Stan, you are talking about..."

"Don't pretend to be confused with me," Chris waved his hand, "You already know my identity, right? Still can't believe it? Don't lie to yourself, you know it right."

Chris has never concealed his identity, and with Alfred's intelligence capabilities, and the fact that he was once a member of that organization, he already knew it.

"Okay, but, why me?" Alfred was a little strange. As this person, does he still need to find believers one by one?Even if you want to find it, shouldn't you go to Northern Europe first?

"Because of your talent, your cooking skills, otherwise why?" Chris put his hands behind his back, "As gods, believers who are worthy of our personal collection must all have talents corresponding to our priesthood."

"This..." Alfred was silent for a while, "Thank you for your kindness, but I still..."

"Don't rush to refuse," Chris interrupted Alfred again, "I think the key to the problem should be Bruce, right? Have you ever thought that this little guy will go away in the future?" On what road?"

"Master Bruce..." Alfred hesitated for a while, "His path will be determined by himself. All I can choose is to be a butler who supports him."

"Come on, I'm going to lie to myself." Chris rolled his eyes, "Although we haven't been together for a long time, I can tell that he is a very stubborn kid. The path he chose is not How easy it is."

Alfred was silent.

"You mean, if, if I agree," Alfred's voice sounded hoarse, "maybe you can shelter Master Bruce?"

"No, I can't. No one can shelter him, well, at least I can't." Chris shook his head, "This is his own choice. However, as long as you make the right decision, I can grant you Glory, give you strength, give you enough... time! As for the rest, it depends on yourself."

"But, Master Bruce still needs me..." Alfred still hesitated.

"I said, of course, after you died. In just a few decades, I can still afford to wait."

"After death?" Alfred looked surprised.

"That's right, I'll just say it, although your talent is not bad, but your foundation is too weak. It will take at least a hundred years to make up the foundation, and the short life of mortals is far from enough." Chris said solemnly Explaining, "Hall of Valhalla, I think, you should have heard of it?"

As an Englishman, Alfred had of course heard the legends of Norse mythology.

Hall of Valhalla, the legendary home of the souls of the gods of Asgard.For mortals, only the most heroic warriors will be led by Valkyrie after death, enter the Hall of Valor, and enjoy eternal glory.

In fact... Asgard does have such a place!Odin built it a long time ago. It is a...a backup military base.

One of the original responsibilities of Valkyries was to collect those heroic souls and train them into heroic warriors in the Hall of Valkyrie.These heroic warriors only obey the orders of the god king. Odin's plan is to use this last force when Asgard is most dangerous.Because letting these heroic spirits appear outside requires a huge price.

Of course, the heroic spirit that Chris wants Alfred to be has some differences.

Since the heroic spirits are the army planned by Odin, there must be some generals.To Asgard, meaninglessness is godliness.Therefore, the contract that Chris wants Alfred to sign is not just ordinary Heroic Spirit believers, but his own personal guard.

As the main god-level deity, Chris can certainly have his own personal guard.Even if a large number of heroic spirits cannot be summoned, Chris can still support the activities of one or two heroic spirits.

"Well, I'll give you one night to think about it." Chris felt that he was quite kind, "I will leave early tomorrow morning. Before that, please reply to me."

After Chris left, Alfred also left the kitchen.It took such a long time, even if it was a long dark night in winter, there would be only two hours left before dawn.

……

"Squeak~"

The thick door panel made a slight sound, it looks like it should be oiled tomorrow, Alfred thought.

Without turning on the light, Alfred saw a big bed with a small body curled up, hugging the quilt tightly, with the faint light from the corridor and the moonlight reflected by the snow in the window. His back was exposed and he was still soundly asleep.

That place, during all this time, has always been Chris' location.And in the days before Chris arrived, it was Alfred's.

Without waking the little guy up, and without trying to pull out the quilt, Alfred silently pulled the corner of the other side of the quilt over, covered the ball, and exited the room.

After finishing his neat attire, Alfred turned and left, as if he had made up his mind.