Chapter 1222 The Farm of Justice (IV)
Bruce is a person who does not enjoy the process of eating. He believes that eating is just a step for humans to solve their survival needs. The enjoyment of taste may lead to undisciplined overeating.
Therefore, his daily diet is very regular and tends to be bland. To put it simply, it is tasteless vegetable leaves and protein.
But this kind of eating habit is not something he has been born with. His mother Martha, although she comes from the Kane family, a large family in Gotham, also has good cooking skills.
After Martha passed away, Bruce would eat relatively simply, mainly because he was considerate of Alfred's age and didn't want to hire another cook, so when Alfred asked him what he wanted to eat, he would only answer "Eat something simple."
It is undeniable that Clark's mother Martha is very good at cooking. Because the Kent family is a farm family, farm work requires physical strength, and sufficient physical strength requires sufficient calories. Therefore, there is a lot of meat on the table, and perhaps it is also because of the number of times the meat is handled. There are many, and the techniques are very skillful.
The meat filling in the fish pie. The fish is first marinated, boneless and then beaten into a filling. Mix a certain amount of minced chicken and chopped onions in proportion, then cut the frozen soup into small pieces and wrap them together in the noodles. In the pie, the pie baked in this way will be full of thick soup.
The Kent family's secret baked chicken and cinnamon rolls are both marinated with the same recipe of spices, which completely suppresses the possible meaty smell, and the heat is just right, so it won't be too burnt due to being fully cooked.
Several other dishes are also at the level of ordinary restaurants, with balanced seasoning and steaming hot. Human taste buds are not born to reject such food, and the same is true for Bruce.
When he came to his senses, he found that he had eaten two large pies, a whole chicken leg and wings, five or six cinnamon rolls, countless green salads and a large bowl of pea soup. It doesn't seem like a lot, but Martha uses a lot of ingredients for cooking, which is far more than Bruce usually eats.
What's even more frightening is that Bruce doesn't feel tired at all, because the dishes are rich in variety and have a harmonious taste. After one bite of this and another bite of that, he has eaten a lot without realizing it.
Bruce looked at Martha with the most sincere eyes since his birth and said, "Thank you, madam, but I'm really full."
Seeing the disappointment on Martha's face, Bruce felt deep guilt in his heart. This guilt ended when Martha brought two large plates of steaming apple pie and a dozen muffins to the table.
It was really hard for Bruce to keep his expression straight. He should have thought long ago that the so-called dessert must be full of farm style. No one here would make finger cakes like those in high-end commercial street dessert shops. All dishes are served in a strong and hearty style.
The cut apple pie with hot fillings has a strong sweetness, but you can taste it in one bite. This sweetness does not come from sugar or honey, but from the fructose in the apple itself. The apple must be very sweet. This Desserts are very sweet.
The taste of ripe apples is a bit strange, like a sour sponge when chewed in the mouth, but the perfectly crispy surface makes up for the shortcomings in taste. Bruce just took a bite and chewed it in his mouth for a few times, and the strong sweetness hit him. Hit the brain.
The sweetness of fruit is the most primitive dopamine catalyst, and the sweetness of carbohydrates is the source of happiness engraved in human genes. Before Bruce could react, there was a piece of apple pie as big as the palm of his hand. It's already gone.
Looking at the muffin cake that was handed to him again, Bruce ate it in a few bites in a panic, wiped his mouth, and said to Clark: "I ate a little too much, let's go for a walk."
Clark was munching an entire apple pie. When he heard Bruce's suggestion, he put down the food with some regret, stood up from his seat, pulled down his wrinkled shirt, and walked to the table. He waved to Martha and said, "I'll take him out for a walk."
Jonathan, who was washing the dishes, looked back at them and said, "You can take your friends to the sheep pen to see the lambs and calves. During the time you went to work, our big family has added three more people." Children, they should be the cutest when they are furry and can cure all diseases in the world.”
Clark heard what Jonathan was referring to. His father was a very magical educator, as if he could read minds. In such a short time of contact with Bruce, he immediately noticed that Bruce's mental state was not good. That was great, and he proposed solutions that he thought would work, such as going to see the newborn animals.
Bruce stood by the door and felt that his stomach was working hard. This organ of his had never been so hardworking, so much so that his heart was pleasantly surprised by it. It pumped a large amount of blood, making Bruce feel sleepy for a while. .
Bruce thought he could go out with Clark right away, but what he didn't expect was that Clark first searched for the key on the wooden board nailed to the wall, and while looking for it, he said, "Let me see... where is the key to the sheepfold?" A bunch? ...Oh, and the keys to the house.”
After a long search, Clark held two sets of keys in his hand, and then started looking for a coat. He gave a heavy coat to Bruce and found another one for himself.
Then he started looking for gloves all over the house, and finally found two pairs of rubber gloves under the coffee table next to the sofa, and handed Bruce a pair as well.
Then he started rummaging around the house for rain boots, umbrellas, hats, masks, and finally took out a crowbar and a nail rake from the yard behind the house.
Clark thrust the rake into Bruce's hand. He looked at Bruce holding so many things in his hand and said with some confusion: "Why are you standing there? Hurry up and put it on!"
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"We're just going out for a walk, right?" Bruce asked uncertainly.
"Uh, do you mean going out for a walk? In our place, when we go out for a walk, we usually check the chicken coop, pick up eggs, count the sheep in the sheep pen, and check the cattle pen. If it may rain the next day, divide the grass into various stalls, fix the doors of the stalls, and then go to the grazing area to dig up the roots of the grass, check the growth of the grass, and decide Do you want to replenish seeds..."
Bruce looked down at the things in his arms. The coat should be for keeping cold at night, the gloves should be for contacting livestock, the umbrella might be for preventing rain, the hat and mask are for maintaining hygiene, and the rake is for For ripping grass, the crowbar is used to pry off the grass roots.
He glanced at Clark, who had finished dressing, and thought that there would be no one in the world who looked more like a farmer than this image.
Bruce also equipped these things on his body. The two honest farmers looked at each other's somewhat funny image. Clark was the first to laugh out loud: "If others knew that I brought Bruce Wayne over to do farm work, they It’s going to go crazy.”
Bruce used a rake as a crutch and walked forward one step at a time on the slightly damp mud road at night. As he walked, he said, "If you write a report about this matter, it will be more sensational than the meteorite falling here."
"Then we won't have any free time. The whole town will gather around my house to watch how the richest man in the world clumsily does farm work."
"I'm not clumsy," Bruce said immediately.
But Clark smiled and shook his head. He looked at Bruce and said, "Do you think that because you are strong, have flexible hands and feet, and can fight, you will definitely be able to do these things?"
"I'm not the kind of young man you know who can't distinguish wheat from wheat." Bruce also shook his head, showing great disapproval. He said, "Even if I have no experience, I learn quickly."
"When I first started working on the farm with my dad, I thought the same thing, but the fact is that more than ten years later, I still haven't learned half of his skills...one-tenth of my grandfather's skills."
"When the period for judging whether an experience is correct is one year, you will find that human life is not that long. We are only equivalent to eighty or ninety reincarnations of winter wheat, and accidents that may occur on the farm are There are more than eighty or ninety kinds.”
Bruce raised his head and looked toward the distance of the farm, where there were staggered field lines, windbreaks spreading along the lines, ancient mills and windmills, and a starry sky in the farthest distance.
Gotham has never had such a bright starry sky. It is as bright as if all the stars are close before your eyes. The moist water vapor sticks to your eyelashes. When you blink, it can even reflect the light of the stars, as if the stars are reaching out to you and wiping you. Dry tears.
Just as Bruce was staring straight at the night sky, he suddenly felt a force coming from under his feet. When he lowered his head, he found that he had stepped into a mud pit mixed with water and soil.
Clark helped his arm to prevent him from losing his center of gravity and falling, and pointed ahead and said: "Be careful, we have to walk along the side of the creek."
Bruce turned his head to look, and he saw a closer starry sky. The glimmer of light reflected on the surface of the gurgling stream was brighter than the stars. A patch of reeds was floating in the wind not far away.
The smells and sounds of early summer nights are amazingly rich. The breeze will tell everyone that the soil and plants really have fragrance. The sounds of those insects that poke their heads out of the soil early are a little faint, like entering a slow rhythm. symphony.
Bruce lifted his legs and crawled out of the mud pit. The two walked a short distance and came to the vicinity of the pen. The land here was drier, but animal footprints could still be seen. Clark lowered his head to look. He touched the ground and said:
“When we were kids, every time we walked this stretch, Jonathan would make a bet with me about which animal the prints came from. It’s hard to tell, right?”
"These are chicken footprints, these are cow footprints, and those near the grass over there are pig footprints. I didn't find any sheep footprints. Don't they live here?" Bruce pointed to the ground with the rake in his hand.
"This is really not a problem for you." Clark said while checking the keys on the key chain: "I can see that you are eager to prove that you are not the stereotype of a young man, but we really don't Need more animal detectives."
Clark smiled and pushed open the door of the pen and walked in. Bruce followed him. Clark said as he walked in:
"When our animal detective Bat Cat first came here, we fought against animal crimes throughout the farm. Our key targets included rats that stole food, roosters that pecking the feathers of their own species, and birds that stole seeds."
"You could just say it's coming to the buffet."
"Exactly."