Chapter 1222: The Farm of Justice (IV)

Bruce is a person who does not enjoy the process of eating. He believes that eating is only a step for humans to solve their survival needs, and the enjoyment of taste may lead to undisciplined overeating.

Therefore, his daily diet is very regular and tends to be light. In simple terms, it is tasteless vegetable leaves and protein. But this eating habit is not something he has since birth. Although his mother Martha comes from the Kane family, a big family in Gotham, she is also a good cook.

After Martha's death, Bruce will eat simpler, mainly because he understands Alfred's age and does not want to hire other cooks, so when Alfred asks him what he wants to eat, he will only answer "eat simple".

It is undeniable that Clark's mother Martha's cooking skills are very good, 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 because the number of times she handles meat is relatively large, the technique is very skillful.

The fish meat in the fish pie is first marinated, then deboned and beaten into stuffing, mixed with a certain amount of chicken mince and chopped onions in proportion, and then the frozen thick soup is cut into small pieces and wrapped in the dough together. In this way, the baked pie will be full of thick soup.

Kent's secret baked chicken and cinnamon rolls are marinated with the same recipe of spices, which completely suppresses the possible meat smell, and the heat is just right so that it will not be too dry because it is fully cooked.

The other dishes are also at the level of ordinary restaurants, with balanced seasoning and steaming hot. Human taste buds are naturally not willing to reject such food, and Bruce is the same.

When he came to his senses, he found that he had eaten two large pies, a whole chicken leg and chicken wing, five or six cinnamon rolls, countless vegetable salads and a large bowl of pea soup. It doesn't sound like a lot, but Martha uses extra ingredients to cook, which is far more than Bruce's usual appetite.

What's more frightening is that Bruce didn't feel sick, because the dishes were rich and varied, and the tastes blended together. He ate a bite of this, then a bite of that, and unknowingly ate a lot of food.

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

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

Bruce really couldn't hold his expression. He should have thought that the so-called after-meal dessert must 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 mainly in a strong and rich style.

The cut apple pie with hot filling 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 of the apple itself. The apple must be very sweet for this dessert to be very sweet.

The taste of a cooked apple is a bit strange. It tastes like a sour sponge when chewed in the mouth, but the perfectly crispy surface makes up for the taste defect. Bruce just took a bite and chewed it for a few times in his mouth. The strong sweetness rushed straight to his 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, a piece of apple pie as big as his palm had disappeared.

Looking at the muffins handed to him, Bruce ate them in a panic, wiped his mouth, and said to Clark: "I've eaten too much. Let's go for a walk."

Clark was holding a whole apple pie and eating it. Hearing 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, waved to Martha and said: "I'll take him out for a walk."

Jonathan, who was washing dishes, looked back at them and said: "You can take your friends to the sheepfold to see the lambs and calves. During the time you were working, our big family has added three more children. They should be the most lovely furry and can cure all diseases in the world."

Clark heard what Jonathan meant. His father is a very magical educator, as if he can read minds. In such a short time of contact with Bruce, he immediately found that Bruce's mental state was not very good, and proposed a plan that he thought was effective, such as going to see the newborn animals.

Bruce stood by the door and felt his stomach working desperately. This organ of his had never worked so hard before, and even his heart was surprised by it. It pumped a lot of blood to it, making Bruce feel sleepy from time to time.

Bruce thought that he could go out with Clark right away, but he didn't expect that Clark would first look for the keys on the wooden board nailed to the wall, saying, "Let me see... which set of keys is for the sheepfold?... Oh, and the keys to the house."

After a long time, Clark held the 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 one to Bruce. Then he started looking for rain boots, umbrellas, hats, masks all over the house, and finally took out a crowbar and a rake from the yard behind the house.

Clark stuffed the rake into Bruce's hands. He looked at Bruce holding so many things in his hands and said in confusion: "Why are you standing there? Change them quickly!"

"We are just going out for a walk, right?" Bruce asked uncertainly.

"Uh, do you mean walking? Here, we usually go to check the chicken coop, pick up eggs, count the number of sheep in the sheepfold, check their nose rings in the cattle pen, and if it might rain the next day, distribute the grass to each stall, fix the door of the stall, and then go to the grazing area to dig up the grass roots, check the growth of the grass, and decide whether to add seeds." Bruce looked down at the things in his arms. The coat should be for keeping warm at night, the gloves should be used for contact with livestock, the umbrella may be to prevent rain, the hat and mask are for keeping clean, the rake is for digging up grass, and the crowbar is for prying up grass roots. … He glanced at Clark, who was already dressed, and thought that there would be no one in the world who looked more like a farmer than this image. Bruce also equipped himself with these things. The two farmers looked at each other's funny appearance. Clark laughed first: "If others knew that I brought Bruce Wayne to do farm work, they would go crazy." Bruce used a rake as a crutch and walked forward step by step on the slightly damp mud road at night. As he walked, he said: "If you write a report about this, it will be more sensational than a meteorite falling here." "Then we can forget about having a leisurely life. People in the whole town will gather around my house to watch how the richest man in the world does farm work clumsily." "I'm not clumsy." Bruce said immediately. But Clark smiled and shook his head. He looked at Bruce and said, "Do you think that you can do these things just because you are strong, flexible, and good at fighting?"

"I am not the young master who can't tell wheat seedlings apart in your perception." Bruce also shook his head, showing great disapproval. He said, "Even if I have no experience, I learn quickly."

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

"When the judgment cycle of whether an experience is correct is one year, you will find that a person's life is not that long. We are only equivalent to ** ten reincarnations of winter wheat, and there are more than ** ten accidents that may happen on the farm."

Bruce raised his head and looked into the distance of the farm, where there were uneven ridges, windbreaks spreading along the lines, ancient warehouse mills and windmills, and a starry sky in the farthest distance.

Gotham has never had such a bright starry sky, so bright that all the stars seem to be right in front of you. The wet water vapor sticks to your eyelashes, and when you blink, you can even reflect the light of the stars, as if the starry sky reaches out to you and wipes your tears.

Just as Bruce stared straight at the night sky, he suddenly felt a force coming from under his feet. He lowered his head and found that he had stepped into a mud pit mixed with water and soil.

Clark supported his arm to prevent him from losing his balance and falling headfirst, and pointed to the front and said, "Be careful, we have to walk along the side of the stream."

Bruce turned his head to look, and he saw a closer starry sky. The glimmer reflected on the surface of the gurgling stream was brighter than the stars, and a reed was floating in the wind not far away.

The smells and sounds of the early summer night are amazingly rich. The breeze will tell everyone that the soil and plants really have fragrance. The insects that poked their heads out of the soil early seem a little weak, like a symphony entering a slow beat.

Bruce lifted his legs and climbed out of the mud pit. The two walked a short distance and came to the vicinity of the barn. The land here was drier, but animal footprints could still be seen. Clark looked down at the ground and said:

"When we were young, whenever we walked this road, Jonathan would bet with me which animals these footprints came from. It's actually hard to tell, right?"

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

"This is really not difficult for you." Clark said while checking the keys on the keychain: "It can be seen that you are very eager to prove that you are not the kind of young master in the stereotype, but we really don't need more animal detectives here."

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

"When our animal detective Batcat first came here, he cracked down on animal crimes throughout the farm, focusing on mice that stole food, roosters that pecked their own feathers, and birds that stole seeds."

"You can just say it came to eat at the buffet." "Absolutely correct."