Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

"Is this delicious?" Howard asked Lucy who was eating dessert.

The after-meal dessert was a transparent square sandwich cake. When it was served, it was covered with a lid. When the lid was opened, there was an upside-down semicircular ice shell inside. When it was tapped gently with a small silver hammer, the ice shell released white dry ice vapor, which disappeared without a trace like bubbles. The dry ice dissipated, leaving behind this cake that looked like both glass and ice.

Lucy was scooping up the cake little by little with a spoon. When she heard Howard asking her, she nodded very vigorously.

"Please help me finish my share too." Howard pushed his own cake to Lucy.

"But..." Lucy hesitated, "But my dad told me not to eat from other people's plates..."

"Did your father also tell you not to waste food?" Howard asked.

Lucy nodded.

"Look, I really can't finish this piece of cake. If I leave it alone, won't it be a waste? Lucy, can you help me with it?" Howard said with a smile.

Lucy thought for a moment with the spoon in her mouth, then nodded and accepted Howard's small cake.

“You’re such a good soothsayer,” Arabelle said, her tone half praising and half mocking.

She had already finished her own food, then found the neighborhood directory on the restaurant's bookshelf. While Howard was playing with Lucy, she took the note and searched street by street until she finally found her target.

Then she gave the note back to Howard, but Howard didn't want it, so she tore up the note and threw it in the trash.

"I've never had kids," Howard said. "But I remember myself as a kid, so I figured if something worked for me as a kid, it would work for other kids, too."

"So, by being so gentle to this child, you're actually being gentle to your own childhood?" Arabelle seemed interested in the topic.

"No," Howard denied. "I was very naughty when I was little, not as well-behaved as Lucy. If I found my younger self now, I would probably just throw him in front of the government building."

Hearing this answer, Arabelle's mouth curled up slightly, but she immediately realized that laughing was inconsistent with her usual style, so she subconsciously raised her hand to cover it up.

Then she found that Howard was looking at her with a look that already knew everything. She knew that it was pointless to hide it, so she smiled gently.

"Are you satisfied now?" Arabelle asked, rolling her eyes at him.

Howard knew that the normal development was to just say "You look pretty when you smile" to try to gain her favor, but he didn't have the heart to do so and continued to play with Lucy.

After half an hour.

Howard and the other two left the shopping mall. Except for Lucy's clothes and shoes, all the bags they bought were left in the locker to be picked up when they came back.

Howard walked forward, Lucy in one hand and the package in the other, his sleeve pulled by Arabelle. Arabelle held Howard's sleeve with one hand and used a street map she had just torn out of a book to find her way. After two or three hours of winding paths, the three of them finally arrived in front of a classical, austere building.

Howard put Lucy down, took the block map from Arabelle, checked the house number against the map again and again, and after confirming that it was correct, he rang the doorbell.

The doorbell rang three times before someone opened the door. The person who opened the door was a man dressed as a butler. He only opened the door a little bit, and when he saw that the people who came were two strangers, he immediately closed the door.

Fortunately, Arabelle was quick-witted and used her left hand to block the door, then pushed it open.

"Who are you? Go beg somewhere else if you want to!" The housekeeper still looked arrogant after the door was pushed open, "This place is..."

"Lambert!" Unexpectedly, Lucy, who had been following Howard, spoke up at this moment: "Don't be rude to your brothers and sisters!"

The housekeeper was startled when he heard Lucy's voice, then looked around and said, "Miss! Is that you? Miss! Are you..."

"I'm right in front of you." Lucy came out from behind Howard.

"My young lady!" The moment he saw Lucy, the butler almost burst into tears. He knelt on the ground and reached out to hug Lucy: "Where have you been, young lady? Do you know that the lady is worried to death..."

But Lucy took two steps back and refused the butler's hug, then said, "Lambert, you were rude to your brothers and sisters just now. You have to apologize to them."

Howard and Arabelle looked at each other. Lucy seemed to have changed into a different person when facing the housekeeper. She went from a well-behaved and lovely little sister to a proud little princess.

The housekeeper was surprised when he heard Lucy's words and said, "Apologize to them, Miss. Are you kidding?"

But he soon realized that his lady's expression didn't seem to be joking, so he had to stand up and adjust his posture, saying uncomfortably: "I just offended you two, please forgive me."

"Not sincere enough," said Lucy.

A look of displeasure and helplessness flashed across the butler's face for a moment, but Lucy didn't notice it because of the angle. Then he adjusted his tie, bowed deeply to Howard and Arabelle, and said, "I was so anxious about the young lady being lost just now that I accidentally offended you. Please forgive me."

This apology at least appeared sincere enough on the surface, and Lucy nodded in satisfaction and said, "Okay."

"Miss, I'll take you to see the lady." After getting a positive answer, the butler ignored Arabelle and Howard, and continued to reach out to hug Lucy, but Lucy took two steps back.

"It was this brother and sister who took care of me along the way. Without them, I might not have been able to return." Lucy said to the housekeeper, "Please tell this to Mother."

The butler could only stand up helplessly, glared at Howard before leaving, and then walked into the house.

About two minutes later, the dull sound of footsteps on the carpet was heard in the house. The housekeeper came to the door with a lady who looked to be in her early thirties. It could be seen that the lady was in a hurry, but she did not lose her due grace.

"Mom!" Seeing the lady coming out, Lucy immediately stood on tiptoe and opened her arms to ask for a hug. The lady also hugged Lucy and kept saying, "My baby, I'm glad you're okay. You made me worry so much..."

After the heartwarming scene of mother and daughter reuniting, the lady finally had the time to pay attention to Howard and Arabelle who had been standing outside the door. Perhaps because the housekeeper had given them some warning, the lady's attitude towards them was much better.

"Thank you so much for bringing Lucy back. I felt like my soul had vanished when she got lost. Words can't express my gratitude to you..." After the polite words, the lady said, "Lucy's father is coming home soon. Why don't you come in and sit down so we can express our gratitude?"

But although she invited him, the lady did not move to make way, and it was obvious that she was just being polite.

"No, I'm glad Lucy can go home. We have other things on hand, so I won't bother you."

Howard said goodbye to the lady and Lucy, and when he was about to leave, a luxury car stopped in front of the house, and a man in military uniform got out of the car.

"Madam! You said Lucy..." The soldier hurried to the front of the lady. Just as he was about to ask a question, he saw Lucy in the lady's arms. He picked her up and said, "Where have you been, little troublemaker? You scared your father to death..."

"Dad, these two brothers and sisters brought me back." said Lucy.

The officer then turned around while holding Lucy and tried to thank Arabelle and Howard, "Thank you both so much, Lucy for all the trouble you've caused..."

But he froze halfway through his words.

Howard and Arabelle were also stunned.

Kalimdor is really small.

Howard thought to himself, I knew it, how could I pick up an unrelated girl for no reason?

Lucy's father is Adrian, who kidnapped Howard before.