Chapter 33 Super Nutritious Healthy Special [VIP]

393.

The next morning, the new dishwasher arrived at Wayne Manor. Lucius's efficiency was truly unmatched. This dishwasher was not only powerful but also had a voice assistant.

"Welcome to Wayne Enterprises' custom-made smart dishwasher," the dishwasher's voice system chimed. "Please sort your dishes and place them accordingly. I'll provide you with the optimal cleaning solution."

"Oh my god, even dishwashing can be this intelligent?" Stephanie walked around the machine, her eyes filled with wonder. "Can this thing cook?"

"No," Tim replied sternly. "But it can tell you how many bacteria are on the food and recommend an appropriate time to sterilize the dishes."

"...Uh, this will make me lose my appetite, so I'd better not do it." Stephanie took a step back.

"Don't be afraid." Jason walked over and threw the cup in his hand away. "Let me show you—"

"Please do not put plastic cups in the high temperature area." The dishwasher interrupted him coldly.

Jason was stunned for a moment. "Huh? It can talk?"

"And it's very picky," Dick gloated. "Try throwing a frying pan in there, it'll go off."

"No way?" Jason obviously didn't believe it, so he picked up an iron pot from the corner of the kitchen and stuffed it into the dishwasher.

"Warning, incorrect operation. The iron pot needs to be hand-washed, please remove it immediately." The dishwasher's voice sounded, accompanied by a shrill alarm.

"This..." Jason covered his ears, bewildered, "How come he's just like Bruce!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Bruce's voice came from the living room.

"...I'm not praising you!" Jason yelled back, but it obviously had no deterrent effect.

"It's fine, it's fine, stop messing around." I couldn't help but laugh as I took the iron pot out of the dishwasher. "Don't let it break in the first month."

"This isn't a matter of it breaking." Tim frowned and took a sip of milk. "If this custom product breaks, Lucius will probably come over and teach us how to use it properly."

There was silence.

"...I think it's better to listen to the machine's advice." Jason coughed and took two steps back as if nothing had happened.

"I agree." Dick raised his hand.

"A smart decision." Ah Fu calmly wiped the tea set beside him, "Especially since Lucius seems to be in a bad mood recently."

Is it because Bruce and Tim were playing extreme sports together and broke his handle and it can't work? If I were Lucius, I would definitely hang Bruce from a streetlight.

I injured myself playing extreme sports, so how come I can also injure the young boss by taking him with me?

"Okay," I sighed helplessly. "Then this dishwasher will be your new toy. Next time you argue about kitchen hygiene, remember that it is the final arbiter."

Stephanie muttered quietly, "Next time I might lose on purpose to play with it. Don't you think it's cute when it talks?"

I sighed softly and rubbed her head: "Don't ruin it in the first month."

394.

The crystal chandelier in Wayne Manor's dining room swayed in the twilight. Stephanie poked at the emerald green broccoli on her plate with her fork, as if defusing a time bomb. Cassandra finished her meal early to engage in a psychic session with Ace. Across the way, Tim poured his fifth packet of energizing talisman powder into his coffee. Suddenly, Jason tapped his chopsticks on the porcelain bowl.

"Steve, do you know what Alfred's ultimate weapon is?" He lowered his voice and leaned closer to Stephanie. "It's not batarangs or kryptonite, it's this death dish mixed with 38 kinds of vegetable juice!"

The silver fork clanked onto the plate. Stephanie turned to look at me mechanically. "Is he telling the truth?"

"Don't listen to him," Tim whispered. "He's been traumatized by Alfred forcing him to drink carrot juice when he was little, and now he's spreading fear to others whenever he gets the chance."

"Nonsense!" Jason's voice rose a few notches. "That was just a friendly reminder!"

I picked up a piece of sauce-covered chicken breast and asked, "Guess why Dick always goes to the bathroom and sings 'The Phantom of the Opera' after eating that?"

"That's my vocal practice!" Dick said, hanging upside down from the second-floor balcony, his cape draped over the salad bowl. "And there's definitely no Alfred's 'secret spinach sauce' in this Caesar salad—I checked."

Dick, I'm not eating this salad anymore.

395.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing." Barbara interrupted the argument, her tone helpless. "Jason might mean for you to pay attention to your nutritional balance, but don't overthink it. There's no doubt about Ah Fu's cooking skills."

"Yes, Alfu will never let you eat something that is hard to swallow." Bruce suddenly spoke.

Ah, except for the waffles I suddenly wanted to practice.

"The master is right about cream of mushroom soup. However, next time someone questions my cooking skills, don't blame me for making them try it."

Jason immediately fell silent, lowered his head and shoveled rice into his mouth frantically, saying.

Stephanie stared at the dessert in horror. "Ah Fu...what's the healthy special?"

, just a little bit of a unique twist, like kale with avocado, or mashed carrots with oatmeal.”

Stephanie's face turned pale, and she immediately picked up her chopsticks and concentrated on eating, as if silently

I lowered my head and smiled secretly. This is the result of provoking the Butler.

396.

However, Jason's words brought back memories of a tragedy caused by Ah Fu's special dish:

On a windless and moonless night, Ah Fu had an idea while cooking and made a dessert that was so stunning that it shocked the world and made ghosts cry.

When Ah Fu brought out the plate of dessert that glowed with a faint blue light, fireworks suddenly popped up in my brain.

[Warning! ■■ Fate contamination detected → Possessed object: Kale powder! ]

【Decontamination countdown: 3 minutes】

The system urgently explained to me what fate contamination and harmless treatment meant: in simple terms, it refers to an anomaly that has deeply interacted with the matter/energy of the current universe and cannot be separated and contained. Its destructiveness can only be suppressed to below the safety threshold, but there is a high probability of triggering irreversible accompanying phenomena (commonly seen settings such as language system confusion, personality changes, gender change, etc.).

I asked the system why it hadn't told me this before.

The system said that it had never encountered something that merged so thoroughly as soon as it landed before, and this was the first time it had seen it.

Ah... Ah Fu's magic is also reflected in this aspect.

"Wait!" I slapped Tim's claws that were reaching for the dessert away. "This 'Afu's Special Healthy Dessert' needs a consecration ceremony!"

Dick had already scooped a full spoonful into his mouth. "Don't even think about keeping it all to yourself... Ugh! What kind of biological weapon is this?!"

Bruce frowned at the elder who suddenly started tap dancing: "What's going on?"

"Maybe someone needs to be sacrificed to continue the light comedy routine." I turned to ask the old butler, "Afu, isn't this kale the new space variety developed by Wayne Technology?"

The old housekeeper smiled and shook his head: "It was an interstellar express package from Ms. Lin that I received this morning."

Jason suddenly snatched the plate and swallowed most of it. "I'll have to see this when I'm old—burp! This is very bitter! Quick, get some honey. I need to neutralize this cold energy!"

There was a dead silence. Tim's coffee cup dangled from his lips. "Did he just say 'Benmo'?"

397.

Over the next twenty-four hours, Gotham's villains underwent a cultural baptism.

Penguin huddled behind the bar at the Iceberg Restaurant, watching Red Hood knock out his thugs with his folding fan: "How dare you smuggle salt! According to Daliang law, you should be punished with eighty strokes of the cane!"

"Boss, did he take the wrong medicine?" the bruised and battered subordinate asked in a low voice.

"Shut up!" Penguin held the diamond umbrella in front of his chest. "Can't you see he's crazy? Don't talk too much with a crazy person, or you might get infected!"

The Batcave was being overturned by cultural shockwaves. Jason wielded a brush and wrote on the Bat-computer screen: "If the father is not a father, then there is no end! Bruce, you are busy with all sorts of things, but do you know about Lu's death?"

"He's using the Analects to criticize my parenting methods." Bruce sighed, holding his forehead. "Let's get this over with."

Yes, if this problem is not solved, my memory will be full.

I stared at the system mall and frantically browsed, and found the discounted [Nine-Year Vocational Education Gift Pack]: "Don't worry, I'm looking for a classical Chinese converter for him... I found it! But the side effects may be-"

"Let's solve the problem first!" Dick was chased all over the cave by Jason using the "Disciple's Rules". "He wrote 'My body and hair are from my parents' on my uniform!"

398.

When I poured the antidote down Jason's throat, a prompt box popped up: [Side effect: 72 hours of English CET-8 listening test failure].

"Bloody hell! This taste worse than the Joker's lipstick!" Jason suddenly burst into a royal broadcast voice, "I demand afternoon tea with scones immediately!"

Barbara huddled behind Alfu and asked, "What species has he evolved into this time?"

"Great British Noble Limited Edition." I flipped through the system manual. "The good news is that it can fight clown civilizations. The bad news is..."

"Darling!" Red Hood suddenly appeared on the GCPD rooftop and blew a kiss to the Riddler. "Your riddle about 'what's green and screams' couldn't even qualify for a BAFTA!"

Commissioner Gordon's handcuffs froze in mid-air. "I need a transfer."

399.

Three days later, at breakfast, the butler served a rainbow-colored soup: "Today's special, containing Martian carotene, Andromeda vitamins, and Wayne Group's latest taste deception agent."

Bruce's hand trembled slightly as he ladled the soup. "Alfred, let's talk."

"The master approved the space agriculture investment last week." Ah Fu smiled and turned on the holographic projection.

Tim suddenly pointed out the window: "Isn't that Jason carving the oracle bones by the fountain?"

"One last side effect." I added three Heart-Cleansing Pills to my tea. "He's trying to write a crime warning letter in Old English."

400.

When Bruce discovered the "Alfred's Love Barf Bag" in the trunk, Wayne Manor had its Nth family meeting.

"I'm proposing an anti-healthy food alliance," Jason pointed a laser pointer at the PowerPoint presentation. "Last week, the quinoa energy bar I bought made my motorcycle tailpipe explode!"

"Second!" Barbara said, holding up her green-dyed nails. "Afu's spirulina juice ruined my manicure appointment!"

Ah Fu projected the footage of everyone stealing burgers onto the screen: "According to new house rule 38, anyone caught eating junk food three times will be responsible for cleaning the Batmobile's tires."

I suddenly raised my hand: "I'm reporting Bruce for hiding ten cases of energy drinks in the Batcave!"

The whole family turned their heads, and Batman's cape froze like a sculpture.

"Five hours of extra training tonight." Bruce stood up and walked towards the cave entrance. "Everyone."

"Including me?" I held the sleeping pill I had just made between my ten fingers.

"…not included."

401.

There are new legends circulating in Gotham today: Red Hood runs an English corner in the Iceberg Restaurant, Nightwing's battle suit is embroidered with "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital", and the trunk of the Batmobile is always filled with the aroma of wolfberry and ginseng tea.

"Is this what you call a homey home?" Talia's dart letter was nailed to the dining table.

I have to say here that I met Talia when I was on a mission in the Wanjian Sect. I heard that my mother had beaten her father before, and then she came to challenge me.

Are you kidding me? I'll lose if I say that. I even beat her up worse than her dad did back then.

I sent back a can of fluorescent kale powder: "Free trial, beautify your skin, prolong your life, and strengthen your body."

Outside the window, Jason was speaking in a royal accent to the Joker on the Arkham surveillance camera: "My dear Clown Prince, your makeup is as tasteless as your jokes!"

Bruce quietly updated the "Robin's Protection Manual" in the Batcave, and a new entry clearly stated: Beware of all green fluids.

This is such a beautiful memory that I still recall it from time to time.

402.

The next morning, Ah Fu walked into the living room carrying breakfast.

Jason and Dick were fighting over the remote on the couch, Stephanie was gloating over a bucket of popcorn, and Tim was curled up in the corner, staring intently at a data analysis report, his coffee cold in his hand.

"What are you guys doing?" Ah Fu asked elegantly.

"Dick insisted on watching the morning fitness show, but I wanted to watch Gotham News!" Jason pointed at Dick and complained.

"You can watch the news all day long, but the morning fitness program is real-time!" Dick retorted unyieldingly.

"Can you two please be quiet for a while?" I walked down the stairs, rubbing my temples. "Aren't you annoying me by making noise so early in the morning?"

"Sister! Come and judge for yourself!" they both shouted in unison.

"What are you judging?" I yawned and picked up my teacup. "Whoever grabs the remote first gets the final say."

"So who do you think will win?" Stephanie turned to me, with curiosity in her eyes.

"Of course it's Ah Fu." I pointed at Ah Fu who was standing beside me.

Two seconds later, Ah Fu slowly picked up the remote control and pressed the off button, and the whole living room suddenly became quiet.

"Breakfast time," he announced calmly.

Jason and Dick looked at each other, silently putting down the popcorn and the fight they were fighting over.

"So, this is why Alfred is the final arbiter of the family." Tim concluded lightly, taking a sip of his cold coffee.

"Afu, would you consider running for mayor?" I sat down and poured myself a glass of orange juice. "I'll vote for you."

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Leona." Alfu smiled slightly, "But I think serving this family is enough to keep me busy."

The whole family looked at Ah Fu in unison, their expressions full of "Who are you talking about?"

"Don't think too much, he must be talking about you." I raised my hands innocently, "I'm the least worried one in the family."

"Yes, the one who was the least troublesome just opened the dessert cabinet in the kitchen in the middle of the night and ate all the blueberry mousse." Ah Fu added lightly.

"That's Dick's fault!" I immediately shifted the blame. "He ate too much blueberry mousse and turned him blue."

"Hey? Stop accusing me, okay?" Dick jumped up. "I didn't eat a single bite. It must have been Stephanie who did it!"

"That's not me. I only ate two brownies yesterday, okay?" Stephanie said, grabbing a handful of popcorn in shock. "I think it's Tim. He loves to do things like this while the mantis is stalking the cicada and the oriole is behind it."

"Ah...it's not me," Tim slowly raised his hands. Everyone could see his pale face and dark circles under his eyes. "I just drank a sip of coffee yesterday and passed out."

"That must be my tranquilizer taking effect, Master Tim." Alfu said elegantly.

...Haha, really? That should be what Bruce eats.

403.

After dinner, the whole family gathered in the living room to watch the new movie Dick had brought back.

"This is a recent crime movie." Dick stood in front of the TV with the remote control, introducing the film to us like a salesman. "It has great educational value and is suitable for our whole family to learn and think together."

"Are you serious?" Jason folded his arms across his chest, lazily leaning back on the sofa. "Still thinking? We're doing this every day. How can theoretical knowledge compare to experience?"

"That's not the way to say it." Tim hugged the soft pillow and added seriously, "Understanding the criminal methods used in movies and TV shows can also inspire our thinking."

"Okay, then let's put it on quickly." Stephanie was holding a bucket of popcorn, ready to eat some popcorn and watch the show.

The movie begins with a robbery. The plot is compact and exciting. Even Bruce put down his documents and watched it carefully.

"These robbers' tactics were so stupid," Jason commented disdainfully. "The timing of their shooting was completely wrong, and they exposed their position."

"Besides, they didn't explore the route before escaping through the back door," Tim added. "If it were me, I would definitely use a drone to scout before taking action."

"Isn't this movie's educational value too low?" Barbara held her forehead. "You guys can even criticize it like this."

"Maybe the scriptwriter just didn't do their homework properly." Dick shrugged. "But don't be too picky. After all, this is just entertainment."

"Bruce, what do you think?" I turned and asked Bruce who was sitting in the corner of the sofa.

"They're unprofessional," Bruce said, his assessment as succinct as ever. "Without a plan or a contingency plan, failure is inevitable."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing." Ah Fu came in with a cup of hot tea and interrupted our bickering. "Have you finished watching the movie? Go to bed early after that. You still have a mission tomorrow."

"Yes, Afu." We answered in unison, and the birds that were chirping just now have now become quiet.

As Alfu turned and left, I saw the corners of Bruce's mouth rise slightly.