Chapter 44 Daily Life of the Dragon Servant [VIP]

534.

When I was squatting on the chandelier and stealing the cookies that Ah Fu had hidden, Fei Fei was bragging to other monsters and beasts about how she had tamed a dragon.

He leaned on Jingjing's back to teach little Poker and the others. The tuft of white hair stood proudly in the sunset, like a victory flag.

Mia landed gracefully on the cushion, Liu Jin lay down beside her, and little Poker lay on her back.

"First, we have to make him feel guilty." A dry breath projection popped out from Feifei's claws, and in the picture, Ao Tinghan was using his tail to save a milk tea cup that had been squeezed and deformed.

"For example, when he pulls out my hair for the twentieth time, I don't lose my temper. Instead, I quietly hold my lost hair in my arms and cry quietly in a corner."

"When Long comes to apologize and gives you a gift, don't refuse it, even if it looks tattered. Accept everything about him. You just need to hug yourself occasionally and quietly be emo in a corner."

Little Pork, chewing on Dick's hidden nut bar, raised his hand. "But that time you pretended to be sick last week and he burned my seat cushions to a crisp?"

"That's called strategic sacrifice!" Maotuanzi swung his tail and jumped onto the coffee table. "Didn't you see he made me mint leaf starry sky tea later?"

"You didn't sacrifice anything of your own, so of course you don't feel bad." Little Poker rolled his eyes and twitched his ears.

"Then...didn't I also share half of the milk tea with you?" Feifei said hesitantly.

"That's why I was so magnanimous and didn't poison you secretly." Little Poker wagged his tail.

535.

I was just about to expose the "Compendium of Taming the Compass Dragon" hidden under Damian's bed when a familiar gust of air suddenly exploded in the kitchen - Ao Tinghan burst in with his dragon horn stuck in the pot lid, and twelve cups of milk tea on his tail, each straw with Feifei's Q-version portrait crookedly engraved on it.

"Try it!" Dragon claws grasped the cup and pressed it into my hand, his golden eyes shining like a lightbulb. "I've improved the recipe sixteen times!"

Dick chewed on some cornflakes roasted with dragon flames and raised his hand. "Xiao Ao, I want to ask, why is my autographed photo, which you asked me for yesterday, now in your 'Daily Tasks - Merit Book'?"

"Because I saved the eyes of Gotham citizens by stopping you from doing a burlesque dance during your night patrol, I think that's a great thing." Ao Tinghan carefully molded the cream rose into the shape of a batarang. "Damian, this is your sugar-free version."

"I'm doing the '100 Days of Good Deeds Challenge' with them. We're going to see who can do more and better good deeds after 100 days. The other beasts have to be willing to acknowledge the winner as the boss." Ao Tinghan shook his tail. "I've been doing good deeds for two months. The winner must be me!"

But I feel like you serving them tea and water every day is no different from their life as the boss.

536.

Stephanie poked her head out from the back of the sofa and said, "I suggest Bruce give a lecture next week on 'How to Prevent Mythical Creatures from Obsessing Over Short Video Challenges'—"

Her rant was interrupted by a sudden takeoff of a milk tea cup. Looking at the new pearl milk tea stain on the ceiling, I suddenly understood Ah Fu's insistence on purchasing disaster insurance for the chandelier.

Why are Jason and Damian fighting again? Dick, how did you get dragged into this? Tim, can you please stop filming and fanning the flames?

Forget it, I waved my hand.

Ao Tinghan received my command and immediately transformed back to his original form (but smaller), separating the two of them. Then he dutifully flew to the ceiling and began to clean the milk tea stains.

Four younger brothers are not as useful as one dragon.

537.

At night, when I passed by Ao Tinghan's room, I heard Feifei persisting in his dragon training lecture.

"The key is eye contact." Maotuanzi poked the screen with the tip of his tail. "Two parts disdain, seven parts affection, like looking at a husky that knocked over the litter box."

Mialuna gracefully flicked the biscuit crumbs off her tail feathers. "Did you use this trick to trick him into repairing my glass lamp last time?"

"That's a good use of resources!" Feifei jumped onto Damian's bean bag. "Besides, he's enjoying it—right, Xiaohan?"

Ao Tinghan, who was suddenly called, looked up from his comic book, his tail still curled with the ball of yarn he had knitted for Feifei: "Hmm? Do you need help heating up the milk?"

Feifei is simply the real-life version of How to Train Your Dragon.

However, Long had already known some truths - for example, the first entry in his merit book was "indulging a bad cat."

538.

That morning, I dodged Ao Tinghan's flailing tail, holding a burnt piece of bread in my mouth. That golden thing was rolling up two bottles of strawberry jam and pouring it onto waffles: "Xiao Lin! According to Chapter 5, Section 2 of "Human Breakfast Nutrition Words..."

"Stop!" I reached out to hold down the plate that was about to be submerged in jam. "The tip of your tail is shaking like it's being electrocuted—Afu just changed the tablecloth last week!"

Tim's sleepy voice came from the other end of the kitchen: "May I remind you that this is the second time this month that he has tried to recreate the opening credits of "Grand Hotel of Tokyo..." Before he finished speaking, the dragon cub suddenly turned around, and the blueberries flying from its tail happened to hit Dick's new sweatshirt.

The corners of the clothes dripping with purple starch wailed.

Ao Tingji listened carefully, holding the detergent in his paws and ready to spray it upwards.

"Wait!" I snatched the bottle in one swift step, and Fei's stuffed toy turned out to be..."

"It has become an abstract art. Now at the door, Feifei, who is squatting at my feet, is covering her eyes with her paws.

539.

I collapsed on the sofa, watching Feifei teach Ao Tinghan how to use the vacuum cleaner. Mao Tuanzi squatted on the machine like he was piloting a spaceship: "Half a meter to the left, yes, the screw Jason dropped is behind the coffee table leg..."

"Are you sure you don't want to train him to be your automatic ball-picking machine?" I crunched the potato chips.

Feifei's tail suddenly froze into an exclamation mark, and Ao Tinghan had already rushed towards the target like a whirlwind - then the vacuum cleaner was punctured by Jason's screw, and Tim's socks that had been missing for two days sprayed out of the nozzle.

It even fell perfectly into Tim's water glass.

"I told Jason not to leave sharp objects around the house." Tim looked at the wet socks in the coffee cup and subtly pushed the cup away. "Also, I suggest adding a 'clothing recognition function' to the vacuum cleaner."

"I...I can improve it!" Ao Tinghan's scales turned an embarrassed pink, and he rushed to the basement with the instruction manual wrapped around his tail.

I grabbed him by the back of his collar and said, "Put down the paper towel wrapped around your tail first!"

Feifei took the opportunity to jump onto my lap and said, "Look, he's both obedient and easy to fool."

I hit him on the head and it burst.

540.

Before Ao Tinghan came, Ah Fu would sometimes go to Gotham City to buy some food or daily necessities.

Although whoever is free can go, it is Jason who spends most of the time. He simply enjoys the process of purchasing and setting up the "home" and knows exactly where there are discounts and raffles.

After Ao Tinghan came, the two of them often went shopping together.

I leaned into the shopping cart and watched Jason lay out the coupons like a battle map, while Ao Tinghan's tail tip was scanning the expiration date of yogurt.

"Listen carefully," Red Hood tapped the freezer with his long, powerful fingers. "If you buy steak with the coupon first, and then redeem your points for..."

"But the combined discount rate will drop by 3.2%." Ao Tinghan said seriously, suddenly pulling out a calculator. "According to the floating exchange rate, we should actually..."

Their heads moved closer and closer, and some route planning, nutritional combinations, and lottery probabilities were whispered in the air.

Ah Fu elegantly placed the baguette across the middle. "Let me remind you two young masters, we're only here to buy next week's supply of organic oats."

541.

"Free trial limited to two minutes!"

Jason and Ao Tinghan acted cautiously as if they were in a battle, moving in and out among the crowd of elderly men, women, and children, as if they were in an empty space.

"If you don't try it, how do you know if it suits your taste?" I watched Jason scoop up a spoonful of coriander-flavored cake with a determined look on his face and put it into his mouth with a fearless attitude.

"I know it's not to my taste even without trying it." I shook my head and picked up the supermarket flyer piled next to me.

Spend over 200 yuan and you can enter a lucky draw. The first prize is a two-day, two-night trip for two to Antarctica, the second prize is a refrigerator, the third prize is a set of kitchen utensils, and the special prize is... a limited edition chef suit Batman!

"Wow..." I narrowed my eyes slightly.

"Wow..." Jason, who suddenly appeared behind me, squinted his eyes while holding a sample cheese stick in his mouth.

542.

Half an hour later, Jason and I, who are competitive by nature, drew ten times before we finally won the grand prize.

"This thing is so hard to get hold of." Jason said as he stuffed the first prize ticket into his trouser pocket.

"I thought I had to go back to the supermarket to buy some more things." I said this while carrying the refrigerator and kitchen set.

"You still have to rely on me in the end, right? I told you it would be right to come to me!" Ao Tinghan, who finally won the special prize, wagged his tail happily.

"I'll take you to the next lottery." Jason and I gave him a thumbs up.

Although it is not the rarest, being able to draw the one you want most is another kind of luck, isn’t it?

543.

That night, I squatted on a gargoyle, chewing an energy bar, and heard Ao Tinghan adjust his goggles for the fifth time over the communicator: "Xiao Lin! According to Batman's night patrol trajectory, he'll stop at the second corner on the left..."

"Shut down the database." I rolled my eyes in frustration. "You're giving me visions of Tim as a kid, when he was also talking about data all the time."

Damian sneered through the headset. "I think Drake has more merit in this regard. At least Drake doesn't get his grappling hook stuck in a fire hydrant—last week's repair bill is still on Dad's desk."

Yes, after the night patrol that day, I had a long talk with him: he said that although he wanted to experience human life, he didn't have to be like humans in every way.

If you can fly, don't use the grappling gun. Isn't it better to just fly directly?

Suddenly a strong wind blew by, and Ao Tinghan landed on the rooftop with a thief in his grasp, with the stolen lady's handbag still wrapped around the tip of his tail.

His golden eyes shone brightly enough to serve as searchlights: "I've planned 73 landing scenarios!"

"Then I chose the one that looked most like a meteorite falling to the ground." I pointed to the smoking drainpipe.

The dragon's ears drooped again, and the way he handed the bag was like a large dog being scolded.

I flew him back to the alley we had just been at, returned the bag to the lady, and dropped the thief, who had been caught by the dragon and flown in the sky for a while and then fainted with foam at the mouth, in front of the police station.

544.

The next day, when I returned home, Long was working hard.

"This is an important ceremony for humans to express friendship!" When Ao Tinghan stuck the last balloon to the ceiling, the entire living room had turned into a pink ocean.

As soon as Dick opened the door, he was covered in ribbons. "Who's having a birthday?"

"Gotham's air quality index is excellent today." Dragon Cub flipped open his notebook. "This complies with Chapter 2 of the 'Party Hosting Guide'..."

"Stop!" I pushed away the heart-shaped balloon that flew towards my face. "Where did you get that?"

Feifei suddenly poked her head out from the pile of gifts and said, "I recommend the 'Romance Mobile Game Achievement Guide'..."

He was covered tightly with a cloak by Damian.

Bruce walked in and was drenched in champagne from the automatic dispenser. We watched with collective breathless deliberation as drops of water dripped from his chin, forming a stream in front of his expensive suit—until Alfred raised the fire extinguisher and aimed it at the out-of-control bubble machine.

545.

Bruce wiped the champagne off his face and looked around the living room, his eyes gradually becoming deeper.

"Is this... a party?"

"Of course!" Ao Tinghan straightened his back and said proudly, "I studied human social relationships and found that holding parties can enhance family relationships!"

"Is this what the dating mobile game taught you?" Dick ripped off the ribbon on his head while glancing at the pile of "Love Manuals".

"No, Feifei said so."

"Don't put all the blame on me!!" Feifei came out from the pile of gifts, her fur standing up even more with rage.

"...So, what's the reason for the party?" Bruce took a deep breath and looked at the group of kids who were already having a great time.

"Reason?" Ao Tinghan was stunned for a moment, tilting his head and thinking for two seconds, "Do humans need a reason to have a party?"

"Actually... not necessarily?" Tim thought thoughtfully.

"So... let's celebrate since everyone's home today?" Stephanie raised her hand and suggested, "Wayne Manor hasn't had a proper party in ages, so we might as well take this opportunity to make up for it!"

"But you don't have to decorate the living room like this..." Bruce looked around. Pink balloons, heart-shaped ribbons, a rose-scented bubble machine, and a huge "Kiss, Hug, Good Family" banner on the wall...

"What kind of aesthetic is this?!" Jason came down from upstairs and looked at the pink light ball above his head in shock. "Did you secretly turn the manor into a wedding venue while I was away?"

"Gotham Manor wedding!" Dick clapped his hands. "Great idea! Who's getting married?"

546.

Everyone looked at Bruce at the same time.

"Don't even think about it." Bruce said coldly.

"whispering sound."

"What a shame."

"What's there to celebrate?" Dick raised an eyebrow. "A new Robin? But Damian's been here almost a year."

"Let's celebrate the new members, shall we?" Barbara glanced at a blonde girl with a bat doll on her head. "After all, we never celebrated when new members officially joined the group, so this is a good time to make up for it."

"Yes!" Ao Tinghan nodded, "Welcome to the new family!"

"It's not that new, and compared to us, you are the newcomer!" Stephanie looked at Ao Tinghan, still trying to take off the bat doll on his head, while Kashan stuffed popcorn into her mouth comfortably. It seemed that Ao Tinghan's new recipe should taste good.

"Whatever? We've already arranged it, why not use it?" Dick spread his hands. "So, are we going to play games or just start eating?"

"Of course..."

"Wait." Bruce suddenly said, clicking his headset. "The Bat Signal is on."

547.

The living room fell silent.

Two seconds later——

"Eat quickly!"

The operators rushed to the food area at lightning speed, even Bruce was pushed aside.

"Hey—" Bruce held his forehead helplessly, "Can you at least pretend you don't want to go on patrol?"

548.

I lay in the attic hammock, watching a cool movie and eating Ao Tinghan's special caramel popcorn - even though he soldered the microwave timer and caused black smoke to fill the kitchen for two hours.

There was a familiar clanging sound from downstairs, interspersed with the occasional declaration of "This is Article 207 of the Housekeeping Guide."

Feifei jumped onto the windowsill with Jason's motorcycle keys. "Bet fifty cents, Xiaohan is tying a bow on Damian's katana."

"I bet he'll measure the handle with a vernier caliper first." I listened to the sudden roar of "That's an antique!" from downstairs and threw popcorn into my mouth.

When Ao Tinghan rushed in with a head full of colored paper to show off his latest creation - a batarang storage bag made from Dick's torn socks, I thought Ao Tinghan might be good at finding lost socks or something.

At least he found Dick and Tim's lost socks. I'd like to call him the sock-finding expert.