The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

Chapter 85 Tea and Snacks

After sending Nightwing back to Wayne Manor to recuperate, Li Zhen thought for a moment but still didn't take off her bat suit.

Instead, they went back into the bat cave and sat down.

Although, according to the oracle, news of the Penguin and Black Mask's severe attack had spread throughout Gotham, Batman's unusually ruthless demeanor brought a brief moment of peace to almost the entire city.

Of course, absolute peace is impossible, but the Gotham Police Department can handle the few remaining petty thieves, both big and small.

Otherwise, what's the point of the Gotham Police Department's existence?

It's clear from her words that, as the daughter of the Gotham City Police Department's sheriff, Oracle is trying to make amends for her father.

But since we've already put on a show tonight, I might as well go all the way. If any problems arise that the police can't handle, and Nightwing is still available, I can help out a bit.

After a brief thank you, the oracle hung up.

Li Zhen jumped onto Batman's usual office chair and spun around in place for a moment.

Of course, he's more civilized than Nightwing; he wouldn't put his legs on the table for no reason.

He took out his phone and sent a short text message to Rachel.

He told Rachel that he had some money-making opportunities to attend to during the day tomorrow and might be back late.

Rachel didn't reply at first.

Just as Li Zhen was getting impatient and wanted to get up and fly back to see what Rachel was doing, her social media accounts started buzzing with notifications.

Rachel sent over a series of photos.

Li Zhen looked down and carefully flipped through the pages.

After Li Zhen left, Rachel took a short nap, then got up and continued tinkering with the house.

After all, Li Zhen had already completed most of the parts that required physical strength and fine motor skills.

Rachel simply used magic to start painting the house and adding some details.

The order of the photos roughly reflects the gradual changes in the house.

Color, waterproofing, tiles, etc.

Then there are some household items inside.

Rachel, who was tinkering with this for the first time, actually managed to install the bathtub, TV, air conditioner, and other large soft furnishings quite well on her own.

After looking at the photo, Li Zhen couldn't help but smile and sent a thumbs-up.

But then, looking at the different color schemes inside and outside the house, he started to get a headache.

The exterior is made of pure white and gold, giving it a pure and sacred feel.

But inside the house, everything was in dark colors that absorbed light.

The main colors for both the host and guests are purple and black, while the changing room and washroom are red and black. A metal skull ornament hangs above the full-length mirror, and there are incredibly realistic monster pillows on the sofa. The pure black curtains are embroidered with various incomprehensible incantations in blood color, which look like the embodiment of someone's mournful screams in a comic book.

Li Zhen clearly remembered that she had chosen curtains in bright colors.

Finally, there are Rachel and Lee Jung's private rooms.

Those two big beds.

It looks more like the boudoir of Lady White Bone from the classic Journey to the West.

It has a touch of feminine softness amidst its allure.

After the photo shoot, Rachel also sent him a short video.

Twelve seconds, not long.

Upon clicking, you're greeted with Rachel's cold and lifeless introduction.

"I have also completed the inscription of those defensive spells."

Then in the video, Rachel's pale, slender fingers made a swaying motion similar to that of a conductor.

A chilling wind immediately swept through the room, accompanied by a cacophony of low, oppressive screams and shrieks. And those seemingly frightening, uniquely tasteful decorations were not just decorations at all.

They can really jump down like demons from a horror movie and tear apart any unlucky person who might accidentally wander into the house in the future.

Li Zhen slapped her own face hard, and felt her lips trembling.

He is not afraid on a physical level, but this unconventional decorating style creates a huge spiritual conflict with the tranquility and peace he pursued in his previous life.

A short message was sent.

"The only thing left is that the water and electricity haven't been connected yet. I don't know how to modify your spaceship, so remember to get it fixed as soon as you get back."

Li Zhen lowered her head and remained silent for half a minute before finally sending an OK gesture back in the chat box with difficulty.

Footsteps sounded behind her. Li Zhen put away her phone and turned her head slightly.

It turned out to be Batman's personal butler, Alfred.

He bent down and placed a cup of hot tea and some snacks next to Li Zhen.

Li Zhen looked at the steaming teacup with some confusion.

"Young Master Zhente, I must say, your back view does indeed look quite convincing."

Such a respectful address made Li Zhen jump up from her seat as if in shock.

"You're too kind, Mr. Pennyworth."

The somewhat balding old butler smiled.

"Just call me Ah Fu. No matter what prejudice the young master may have against you, your help to Gotham tonight is evident to all."

Such a polite and friendly way of communicating briefly triggered a habit from Li Zhen's previous life.

He quickly reached out to help the butler, Ah Fu, who was about to bow to him, his mouth busy as if he were frying beans, but he couldn't come up with any nice words to put an end to the scene.

The old butler's refined choice of words and gentle tone gave Li Zhen an awkward feeling reminiscent of visiting relatives during Chinese New Year in her past life.

The old housekeeper didn't insist. He straightened up with Li Zhen's help and then gestured towards the hot tea and snacks on the table.

"It seems that the young master is right. After coming to Earth, you have a stronger sense of identity with the culture of that Eastern country, and even your English accent is somewhat biased towards that."

"So I specially prepared tea and snacks, which were recently air-freighted from there by Young Master Bruce."

What? !

Li Zhen glanced at the cup of tea and the plate of snacks, somewhat incredulous.

The old butler, Ah Fu, still maintained his smile.

"Young Master Bruce did the same thing to Young Master Clark. After they met, Bruce even brought back some Kansas specialties during that time. He named it a kind of backup plan, but I prefer to call it Bruce's thoughtfulness."

After offering a perfunctory thank you, Li Zhen picked up the somewhat incongruous Western-style teacup and unconsciously blew on it in a seemingly proper manner.

Then he realized that he was no longer afraid of getting burned.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Zhen took a small sip of tea.

Although I didn't have the habit of drinking tea in my previous life, I still drank it quite a few times.

It wasn't modified or sweetened after it was introduced to the US; it's purely crisp and bitter.

As for that so-called aftertaste.

Li Zhen never tasted it in her past life, and it's the same in this one.

He has always been a rough person.

Only after Li Zhen had completely swallowed the first sip of tea did Afu speak again.

"I don't really understand their dedication to tea culture. This cup is called Longjing," said Bruce, who also had Yunwu tea, Biluochun, Tieguanyin, and the like.

"The snack is called mung bean cake. Please enjoy, Young Master Zhente."

Butler Afu turned and walked away, slowly disappearing into the dark passage.

Li Zhen tilted her head back and drank the tea in one gulp, then picked up a piece of pastry, ate it, and smacked her lips.

"If you have such a plan, you should have brought it out sooner."