Bruce Jones carried a tray and placed the freshly baked egg tarts one by one in the display cabinet. Dense steam rose, and the air was filled with a sweet smell. Soon, he placed all the egg tarts neatly.
He put down the tray, took off his mask, and simply cleaned the oven in the back. There were no customers in the shop. Bruce sat at the coffee table not far from the cashier. There was a tea set on the table. On the wooden tea tray, there were two teapots of different sizes and six small teacups, all of which were made of purple sand. There were also teaspoons, teacups, and so on.
There were already tea leaves in the teapot. Bruce added some hot water, poured the tea into the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp — there was only enough for one mouthful. He didn't know much about the tea ceremony, but it was good for self-entertainment. Especially in this small town in the United States, outside the floor-to-ceiling window, there was flying snow and few pedestrians. Bruce curved the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved a little, as if he had stolen half a day of leisure.
The pleasant sound of the wind chime rang, and then the door curtain was lifted, accompanied by a clear voice. "Bruce, I've brought you lunch."
Bruce stood up at once, walked quickly to the door, took the umbrella and lunch box from the girl's hand, and welcomed her in. "Lily, it's still snowing heavily. Why are you here alone?" This was Wilson and her husband's daughter, Lily, who ran a small restaurant not far away. She was seven years old this year.
Bruce was making a cup of Lily's favorite chocolate milk tea at the kitchen counter, and the girl was standing in front of the display cabinet, looking at the desserts inside.
"It's okay, it's so close. Colin went to a friend's house today." Colin was Wilson's son, ten years older than Lily, and was in high school.
Due to Bruce's crooked cooking skill tree, except for desserts, he rarely ate food that he knew the taste of. It was natural to order food from Wilson and her husband's restaurant next door, which was less than two hundred meters away. As long as Bruce was there, as long as the restaurant was open, his lunch and dinner almost came from there every day. Wilson and her husband saw that he was managing a dessert house alone, so they gave him a VIP service. It should be known that Bruce was the only one who could enjoy the VIP service in the small family-run restaurant owned by Wilson and her husband. Colin is usually the one who delivers the food.
"Wow, Bruce made egg tarts today." Lily's voice was pleasantly surprised. Then, she touched her pocket awkwardly. "With my pocket money, I should be able to buy … one … two …" Her voice became a little depressed.
Walking out of the bar that surrounded the kitchen counter, he came to the display cabinet and handed the warm milk tea to the girl. Looking at the girl's face that was flushed from the cold wind and entered the warm room, and the rabbit ears on her pink coat drooped, Bruce's heart almost melted. "It's okay, little angel Lily. I'll pack a box for you as a thank you gift for braving the snow to come here."
Egg tarts were his proudest work, and he liked them the most. The little girl who had the same hobby seemed even cuter.
"But …" Drinking the milk tea, the girl's voice was a little hesitant.
"No buts. You know that I don't have many customers here. These desserts will only be wasted if they are not sold out. In that case, I have to thank Lily."
After drinking the milk tea, Bruce sent Lily back. The girl smiled and waved goodbye to him at the entrance of the restaurant. "Goodbye, Bruce. I'll go to your place tomorrow. It was snowing heavily just now, and now it's stopped. The weather will be good tomorrow. "
Bruce, who was walking back, staggered slightly. He raised his head to look at the dark sky and said helplessly in a voice that only he could hear. "Ah, it's going to stop snowing again …" The cold wind blew, and Bruce shivered imperceptibly. His face was a little pale.
It had been almost two years since Bruce had "woken up". About two years ago, Bruce was involved in a serious car accident during a trip after he graduated from high school. His mother, Mrs. Jones, was also in the car. It was not a man-made traffic accident. In the bad snowy weather, the car ran off the road and crashed into a mountain wall. Then, it was smashed by falling boulders and snow. It was said that when the rescue team found the car, Mrs. Jones, who was in the passenger seat, was already dead, and because of the angle of the boulder, he miraculously did not suffer any major injuries in the driver's seat.
He was skeptical about this. Based on sensing the active Super Regenerative Factor in his body, he "woke up". Not only was he Bruce Jones, who lived in an American single-parent family for eighteen years, but he was also the contestant on White Night, 19413, who was struggling to escape in the realm of reincarnation. He had those bloody and painful memories, and he also remembered every bit of his eighteen years as Bruce. He might have reincarnated, and then this crisis stimulated his ability and allowed him to recover his past memories.
But what puzzled him was that even if Snow's talent was engraved in his soul, why did the Super Regenerative Bloodline from the X-Men Wolverine that he strengthened in the realm still exist in his body?
Bruce quickly let go of the things that he could not figure out. After all, he had a new life that he dreamed of. Although this body was far less than his previous body that exceeded human limits by many times, and it was difficult for him to use his talent as easily as before, it was still healthier than the average person. Not to mention, he did not feel the rejection of being an outsider in his original body.
He was very satisfied with his current life. He returned to the small town where he grew up and inherited the dessert house and some money left behind by Mrs. Jones. He did not need a blood-boiling and thrilling life. Now was very good, calm and stable, and the years were peaceful.
After a few steps, Bruce returned to the shop and was surprised to find two men in suits in the shop. "Are you Bruce Jones?"
"Yes, and you are?"
"I'm Agent Derek Morgan from the FBI. This is Dr. Spencer Reid. We have something to ask you about Elena Wright. "The two men took out their FBI identification.
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