As if by agreent, no one disturbed Theodore before dinner.
So, Theodore locked the door, propped a stool against it, placed his escape backpack in plain sight, and ticulously drafted several survival plans to deal with Bruce Wayne.
Theodore only went downstairs half an hour before dinner began.
Although Tim had only introduced it once, Theodore still did his best to morize the layout of the mansion as quickly as possible.
Don't underestimate this amount of information.
In a critical mont, it might help Theodore find the fastest escape route.
In the kitchen, Alfred was preparing dinner. The old gentleman, with his British style, remained composed in every movent, even with an apron tied around him and flour on his hands.
Hearing an unfamiliar set of footsteps approaching, Alfred's ears twitched slightly.
The old butler looked over to see the newly arrived Theodore standing at the kitchen entrance, hesitantly peeking inside.
Taking off his kneading gloves, a gentle smile appeared in the old butler's eyes.
"Theodore? Do you need anything?"
The boy kept his hands obediently behind his back, his shoe soles gently rubbing the floor, and he smiled a little nervously.
"Dinner will be ready soon, and this is my first day at ho... I an, is there anything I can help with in the kitchen?"
The boy unconsciously widened his eyes, revealing a hopeful gaze: "I can make really delicious pancakes, and I hope I can be of help to you."
Theodore wondered if it was his imagination, but when the old butler heard him offer to make delicious pancakes, his eyes seed to flicker, and then a look of profound satisfaction, as if after enduring much, appeared.
Theodore:?
Isn't that a bit exaggerated? Are maple syrup pancakes that moving?
Alfred moved aside half a step and gestured towards the kitchen, inviting him in.
"Of course, Theodore. It's truly wonderful to have you here to help an old man like ."
Theodore walked into the kitchen.
The successful implentation of the first step of his plan made him secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
Of course, he wasn't genuinely there to assist the old butler.
For these two masters and servants, who were in cahoots and aiding evil, Theodore would be doing well not to secretly poison them. The only two reasons preventing Theodore from poisoning them were, firstly, that a murder would cause too much commotion, and secondly, he didn't have such drugs on hand.
But even if he didn't have the relevant drugs, Wayne surely did!
That guy could easily get his hands on all sorts of legal and illegal prescription drugs—sedatives, sleeping pills, Viagra... all with just a snap of his fingers.
Theodore dared not stake his future on the wealthy man's character.
Who knew if Wayne would instruct his butler to drug Theodore's dinner plate?
Realizing this, Theodore imdiately rushed to the kitchen.
His resolve was firm, his will as hard as steel.
Theodore wanted to ensure the dinner plate was within his sight at all tis.
He wanted to maintain the purity of his dinner, resolutely preventing the ill-intentioned rich man from mixing toxic and harmful substances into his scrambled eggs!
If the butler didn't allow him to help in the kitchen, then their sinister intentions would be obvious.
Of course, Theodore wasn't stupid; he wouldn't directly declare, "I'm here to prevent you from drugging ."
He definitely had to put on a facade of being a bit anxious, a bit nervous about his future life, wondering why the luck of being adopted by Wayne had fallen upon him, and therefore desperately trying to make himself seem useful.
Leaving the latter two points aside for now, Theodore could bet his head that his nervousness was as real as it could be.
This genuine unease apparently touched the old butler.
The old man, slowly chopping carrots, sighed, "Thank you for helping , Theodore. You remind of so past years."
Apart from Tim, who delivered himself, the first two young masters, when they were newly adopted, initially had so degree of unease.
But once they beca familiar with the mansion, the mischievous and adorable boys would appear at unexpected places at any ti.
For example, after Nightwing's first successful night patrol, he made a bowl of milk and cereal for the entire family using eight different flavors of cereal.
That night, Alfred pretended not to see Bruce push away his bowl of porridge in agony eighteen tis.
Then, on a certain night later, the old butler heard mice rustling in the kitchen, so he took a double-barreled shotgun and pushed open the kitchen door.
It turned out that it was Jason, hungry in the middle of the night, secretly sneaking downstairs and devouring chocolate in the cupboard.
After that, Alfred made sure to add an extra supper for the growing teenagers.
Too many unforgettable mories had occurred in this mansion, and whenever new blood joined, these past events were like old photo album glass being wiped clean; they wouldn't blur or fade, only beco clearer.
Every boy, including Bruce, had his own temperant.
But the old butler knew that they would always reconcile and happily sit at the sa dining table to eat.
Because they cared for each other, they were Wayne family mbers, though not connected by blood.
Theodore was oblivious to the old butler's sentints.
He stirred the pancake batter, his gaze subtly scanning the kitchen.
Oh, oh, oh, so the knife block is placed here.
This kitchen knife's blade is very sharp; I'll have a chance to steal it from the kitchen.
It would be perfect to keep under his pillow while sleeping, effectively preventing the rich man's night attacks.
The olive oil quality is also good; paired with the whiskey in the wine cabinet, and with so down feathers from the quilt, he could make several simple bombs.
Theodore observed back and forth in the kitchen, diligently searching for every treasure that might prove useful.
Suddenly, his gaze stopped mid-air, and a hint of delight slowly appeared on his face.
—Is that a jar of peanut butter in that cupboard corner?
Taking advantage of getting condints, Theodore also grabbed the peanut butter jar.
Examining the brand-new jar of peanut butter and realizing that the sauce inside was almost untouched, Theodore felt even more satisfied.
Just as Asians are often lactose intolerant, nuts are a major allergen for Caucasians.
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