Chapter 203

The two then went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator and found that although there were ingredients in it, there were not many. They were just eggs or bread that were easy to cook.

Dick looked at the burly man next to him with disapproval. It was obvious that the old butler was not at home, and the young master just had to make do with what he could eat. As long as he could fill his stomach, he didn't need to care about what the food looked like.

Dick searched around the kitchen and found that he couldn't find any of the pasta Thomas was talking about. There wasn't even any pasta at all, just slices of bread, slices of bread, and slices of bread.

No milk, but a lot of coffee, and he looks like a Gotham late-night champion.

The two looked at each other, Thomas shrugged, "I said I remembered that there should be some people in the kitchen."

"Well, I really don't care much about what I eat. After all, it doesn't matter."

Sometimes he even feels that eating interrupts his working time. Why can’t people live without eating, drinking, and resting?

In this way, his work efficiency will be greatly improved.

When searching, Thomas was the first to feel hungry. After all, he was a living person, while Dick was actually a living dead. He could skip meals and just put them in the refrigerator to keep them fresh for next time.

"So I'll go buy the materials."

In order to live up to Thomas, who rarely wanted to try cooking, Dick had to run out in the middle of the night to find a 24-hour convenience store. This condition was a bit difficult in Gotham, after all, it was really hard to do business at night.

Instead of changing into a uniform, he changed into everyday clothes, then drove a modified motorcycle out of the villa and started shopping.

In order to prevent himself from being recognized by the Bat family who built Gotham in the surveillance pile, Dick even put on a disguise before going out.

Then I started buying according to Messiah's needs, including chicken legs, whole chickens, bread slices for burgers, potatoes, cheese, and vegetables. I didn't forget to pick some.

In the end, people came out easily and returned with large and small bags. Hanging them on the motorcycle can be said to be very special and have an everyday atmosphere.

Returning to Night Owl's safe house, although the overly warm atmosphere seemed strange and uncomfortable, Dick still followed the principle of reliability and entered the kitchen again.

During the time he was away, Thomas was studying the kitchen utensils that were still a little dusty, and cleaning them and putting them away again.

"Do you really want to do it yourself?" Dick actually didn't have any confidence in Thomas' cooking. After all, their family once relied on Alfred to support themselves.

"Of course, you can trust me." Thomas confidently and skillfully cracked the eggs and poured them into the pot.

Then Dick watched helplessly as the egg stuck to the pan.

Although there were eggs at home, Ye Xiao, who had never cooked them since he bought them, was very calm. He started pouring oil into the pot and tried to turn them over.

Dick couldn't help but watch as the other party turned on the fire to the maximum, the sound of oil and water sizzling in the pot was clear, and then they got a piece of poached egg that looked miserable and dead.

The player glanced at it with his own data perspective, and then asked Dick calmly, how did he do it: two minutes, three minutes, five minutes?

Why can a poached egg be battered but not yet cooked?

Dick had a bad premonition in his heart. He watched the calm Thomas sacrifice an egg and start pouring oil into the hot pot, preparing to fry the freshly washed chicken legs.

Messiah had already downloaded a recipe book from the system background. He looked at the ruthless man who poured the chicken legs into the pot and shook his head.

He didn't even marinate it for a while, and he didn't have a flower cutting knife.

Dick was already helping. He hurriedly dealt with the remaining chicken legs and the whole chicken, and helped wash and cut vegetables, and he started to get busy.

It's strange, how can it be more troublesome than going out to beat up a peer when it's just a meal for two people?

Dick, who had his back turned to Thomas, did not see the Night Owl's eyes glancing over. The focus of his eyes was on the processed ingredients.

He withdrew his gaze again and looked at the chicken drumsticks that were thrown into the pot. He scanned the surrounding area to make sure that Dick had not noticed. Then he opened the fire valve again and watched indifferently as the food in the pot was gradually fried until it was golden and crispy. It secretes fat and meaty aroma, and then gradually turns black as time goes by, sinking to the bottom of the pot.

It was only when the smell of paste came out that Dick suddenly turned around and pushed Thomas away to turn off the fire under the oil pan. His nerves were tense, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no danger of the kitchen blowing up.

When he raised his head again, he was met with an innocent expression on Thomas's face. His blue eyes were looking at the mushy chicken drumsticks, and he was complaining a little aggrievedly.

"I thought it was a little raw."

Dick wanted to kick people out of the kitchen. He even thought about putting a sign on the kitchen door saying Thomas was not allowed in.

But Talon's temper was obviously better than that of his counterpart. He helped the other party pour the relatively clean oil in the pot into other pots, and then cleaned up the burnt bits stuck to the bottom.

Well, after peeling off the mushy shell, it was indeed raw inside. Thomas's fire must have been too great.

Dick was busy, heating up the washed pot again, pouring in the oil, and then putting the ingredients he had just cut into them one by one, first on high heat, frying out the outer shell, and then on low heat to slow fry.

In fact, he wasn't very good at it at first. Messiah read it to him in the system channel according to the video. It seemed that his cooking skills were at least better than Thomas's.

In the end, I don’t know what happened. Dick became the one who cooked. Thomas stood in the kitchen like a pillar, making it inconvenient for people to pass by.

In the end, he was driven out by Dick who couldn’t bear it anymore. He really had a good temper. At least he didn’t fight with him in the kitchen because the other party poured vinegar into the oil pan, blew up the induction cooker, and cut the chopping board.

In the end, the imagined hamburger was not successful. The meat patty was chopped by Thomas, the bread accidentally fell to the ground, and the tomato was crushed by someone’s palm.

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