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 light. To put it simply, it is tasteless vegetable leaves and protein.
But this kind of eating habit was not something he was born with. Although his mother, Martha, came from the Kane family, a large family in Gotham, she also had 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 fish filling in the fish pie is first marinated, boned, and then whipped into a filling. Mix a certain amount of minced chicken and chopped onion in proportion, then cut the frozen soup into small pieces and wrap them together in the bread.
Inside, 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 refuse such food, and the same goes 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 vegetable 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's usual food intake.
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 taking a bite of this, and then a bite of that, he has eaten a lot without realizing it.
"Then we won't have any free time. People from the whole town will gather around my house to watch how the richest man in the world does farm work clumsily."
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?"
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 too."
Bruce lowered his head and looked 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.
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 this and pumped a large amount of blood, making Bruce feel sleepy for a while.
.
"I'm not the kind of young man you think of 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."
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 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.
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.
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."
The smells and sounds of early summer nights are amazingly rich. The breeze will tell everyone that the soil and plants are really fragrant. The sounds of those insects that poke their heads out of the soil early seem a little faint, as if they have entered a slow rhythm.
symphony.
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.
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 would definitely
You'll go crazy."
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 they can cure all diseases in the world."
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, and a patch of reeds was floating in the wind not far away.
The taste of the ripe apple 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 sweet taste was felt.
Hit the brain.
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.
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 a plan that he thought would work, such as going to see the newborn animals.
"We're just going out for a walk, right?" Bruce asked with some uncertainty.
"This is really not a problem for you." Clark said while checking the keys on the keychain: "I can see that you are eager to prove that you are not the stereotype of a young man, but we really don't
We need more animal detectives."
Clark was holding an entire apple pie and munching on it. When he heard Bruce's suggestion, he put down the food with some regret, stood up from his seat, pulled down his wrinkled shirt, walked to the table, and said
Martha waved her hand and said, "I'll take him out for a walk."
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 I was little, whenever we walked this stretch of road, Jonathan would make a bet with me on which animals these footprints came from. It's hard to tell, right?"
"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."
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.
It was really hard for Bruce to keep his expression straight. He should have thought long ago that the so-called dessert must also be full of farm style. No one here would make finger cakes like those in high-end commercial street dessert shops.
All dishes are based on strong and hearty style.
"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.
Their nose rings, 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 grass roots, check the growth of the grass, and decide
Do you want to replenish seeds..."
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.
"When I first started working on the farm with my dad, I thought the same thing, but the fact is, more than ten years later, I still haven't learned half of his skills...one-tenth of my grandfather's skills."
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!"
"I'm not clumsy," Bruce said immediately.
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, a piece of apple pie as big as the palm of his hand had disappeared.
"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.
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."
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.
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.
Bruce looked at Martha with the most sincere eyes since his birth and said, "Thank you, madam, but I'm really full."
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 pecked the feathers of the same species, and birds that stole seeds."
