The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1215 The Farm of Justice ([-])
Bruce is a person who does not enjoy the process of eating. He believes that eating is only a step for human beings to solve their survival needs. The enjoyment of taste may lead to undisciplined overeating.

Therefore, his daily diet is very regular, and they all tend to be light. Simply put, it is tasteless vegetable leaves and protein.

But this eating habit was not something he was born with. Although his mother Martha came from the Kane family, a big family in Gotham, she also has good cooking skills.

After Martha passed away, Bruce would eat simpler, mainly because he was considerate of Alfred's age and didn't want to hire other cooks, so when Alfred asked him what he wanted to eat, he would only answer "Eat simply".

It is undeniable that Clark's mother, Martha, has a very good craftsmanship, because the Kent family is a farm family, and farm work requires physical strength, and sufficient physical strength requires sufficient calories, so 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 technique is very skillful.

The meaty fish in the fish pie is first marinated, boneless and whipped into filling, mixed with a certain amount of minced chicken and onion in proportion, and then the frozen thick soup is cut into small pieces and wrapped into the bread In this way, the pie baked in this way will be full of thick soup.

Kent's secret baked chicken and cinnamon rolls are both marinated with the same spice recipe, which completely suppresses the possible meaty smell, and the heat is just right, not too dry because it is fully cooked.

Several other dishes were also at the level of ordinary restaurants, well-balanced and steaming, the 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 wing, five or six cinnamon rolls, countless green salads, and a large bowl of pea soup. It didn't seem like a lot, but Martha used extra ingredients for cooking, which was far more than Bruce's usual appetite.

What's even more frightening is that Bruce didn't feel tired, because the dishes were rich in flavors and blended in taste. One bite of this, followed by another, unknowingly ate a lot of things.

Bruce showed the most sincere eyes since he was born, looked at Martha and said, "Thank you, ma'am, but I'm really full."

Seeing the disappointment on Martha's face, Bruce felt a deep sense of guilt, which ended when Martha brought two steaming plates of apple pie and a dozen muffins to the table.

It was really hard for Bruce to hold back his expression. He should have thought a long time ago that the so-called dessert must also be full of farm style. No one here would make the kind of finger cakes in high-end commercial street dessert shops. All dishes are based on a strong and hearty style.

The sliced ​​apple pie with hot filling has a strong sweetness, but it can be tasted in one bite. This sweetness does not come from sugar or honey, but the fructose of the apple itself. It must be that the apple is very sweet. Desserts are very sweet.

The taste of ripe apples is a bit strange, chewing like a sour sponge in the mouth, but the perfectly crispy surface makes up for the defects in the taste. Bruce just took a bite and chewed it in his mouth a few times. Punch 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 can react, a piece of apple pie is as big as the palm of his hand.just disappeared.

Seeing the muffin cake being handed to him again, Bruce ate a few bites in a panic, wiped his mouth, and said to Clark, "I ate too much, let's go for a walk."

Clark was gnawing on a whole apple pie. Hearing Bruce's proposal, he put down the food with some regret, stood up from his seat, pulled down his wrinkled shirt, and walked to the table. Martha waved her hand 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 friend to see the lambs and calves in the sheepfold. During the time you go to work, we have added three more to our big family." Children, they should be the cutest when they are furry, and they can cure all diseases in this world."

Clark heard what Jonathan meant. 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 enough. Great, and proposed what he thought would work, such as going to see newborn animals.

Standing by the door, Bruce could feel his stomach working hard. His organ had never worked so hard, so that his heart was pleasantly surprised by it, sending a lot of blood to it, making Bruce feel drowsy intermittently. .

Bruce thought that he could go out with Clark immediately, but what he didn't expect was that Clark first rummaged for the key on the wooden board nailed to the wall, and said while searching, "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 the two bunches of keys in his hand, then went back to looking for coats, giving Bruce a heavy coat and finding another for himself.

Then he started looking for gloves all over the room, 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 began to rummage through the house for rain boots, umbrellas, hats, masks, and finally brought out a crowbar and a rake from the yard behind the house.

Clark stuffed the rake into Bruce's hand. Looking at Bruce who was holding so many things in his hand, he said with some doubts, "Why are you standing there? Change it quickly!"

"We're just hanging out, right?" Bruce asked uncertainly.

"Uh, do you mean going out for a walk? In our place, going out for a walk is usually to check the chicken coop, pick up eggs, go to the sheep pen to count the number of sheep, and go to the cattle pen to check With their nose rings, when it might rain the next day, divide the pasture into various pens, fix the gates of the pens, and then go to the place where the pasture is grazing to remove the grass roots, check the growth of the pasture, and decide Do you want to add seeds..."

Bruce looked down at the things in his arms. The overcoat was supposed to keep out the cold at night, the gloves were supposed to be used to touch the livestock, the umbrella might be to keep it from raining, the hat and mask were for hygiene, and the rake was for Crowbars are used to pry up grass roots.

He glanced at Clark, who was already dressed, and thought that there would be no more farmer in this world than this image.

Bruce also equipped these things on his body. The two full-fledged farmers glanced at each other's funny image, and Clark laughed first: "If I let others know that I brought Bruce Wayne over to do farm work, they will definitely going crazy."

Using a rake as a crutch, Bruce walked forward step by step on the slightly wet muddy road at night, and said as he walked, "If you write this as a report, it will be more sensational than the meteorite falling here."

"Then we don't want to have a leisurely life. People in the whole town will gather around my house and watch how the richest people in the world do their farm work clumsily."

"I'm not clumsy," Bruce said immediately.

But Clark shook his head with a smile. He looked at Bruce and said, "Do you think that if you are strong, flexible, and good at fighting, you can definitely do these things?"

"I'm not the kind of young master you know who can't tell the difference between wheat seedlings." Bruce also shook his head, appearing very disapproving. He said, "Even if I don't have experience, I can learn quickly."

"I thought so too when I first started doing farm work with my father, but the fact is that after more than ten years, I still haven't learned half of his skills...one-tenth of my grandfather's skills."

"When the period of judging whether an experience is correct or not is one year, you will find that a person's life is not that long. We are only equivalent to eighty or ninety winter wheat cycles, and accidents that may occur on the farm, There are more than eighty or ninety kinds."

Bruce raised his head and looked towards the distance of the farm, where there were high and low ridge lines, windbreak forests spreading along the lines, ancient warehouse mills and windmills, and the farthest starry sky.

Gotham has never had such a bright starry sky. It is as bright as if all the stars are close in front of you. The moist water vapor sticks to the eyelashes. 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 himself stepping into a muddy pit mixed with water and soil.

Clark helped his arm to prevent him from losing his center of gravity and falling over. He pointed to the front 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 surface of the bubbling stream, the shimmering light reflected was brighter than the stars, and a reed bush was blowing 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. Those insects that poked their heads out of the soil early, the sound seems a little weak, like entering a slowdown symphony.

Bruce lifted his legs and climbed out of the mud pit. The two walked a short distance and came to the pen. The land here is drier, but the footprints of animals can still be seen. Clark looked down. on the ground and said:
"When we were young, whenever we walked this way, Jonathan would bet with me which animals these footprints came from. It's really hard to tell, isn't it?"

"This is the footprint of a chicken, this is that of a cow, and the one near the grass over there is that of a pig. I didn't find any footprints of a sheep. Don't they live here?" Bruce said, pointing to the ground with the rake in his hand.

"This is really hard for you." Clark said while checking the keys on the keychain, "It can be seen that you are eager to prove that you are not the young master in the stereotype, but here, there is really no More animal detectives are needed."

Clark smiled and pushed open the door of the barn and walked in. Bruce followed him. Clark said as he walked in:

"Our Animal Detective Batcat, when we first came here, fought against animal crimes throughout the farm, focusing on combating mice that steal food, roosters that peck their feathers, and birds that steal seeds."

"You can just say it's for the buffet."

"Completely correct."

(End of this chapter)