Chapter 2220: Battle of Two Cities! (Sixty-Two)

Chapter 2194 Battle of Two Cities! (Sixty-two)

Batman can't cook.

The definition of "can't cook" is roughly as follows:

"Afu, I think we need a more accurate measuring instrument than an electronic scale. Considering the area of ​​the kitchen, I think a scale is good. What do you think?"

"No, sir, we don't need a scale."

"But I think the last failure was caused by the insufficient weight of cornstarch. Timely updating of equipment will help to reverse my mistakes in cooking."

"The mistake is not here, sir."

"Then where do you think it is? I am happy to listen to your suggestions."

"I can't presumptuously describe your mistakes, because this way of describing must be very unpleasant to you. It is also very impolite and disrespectful. I suggest we skip this step."

"Then what?"

"You can leave the kitchen temporarily. In short, wait for the meal."

This is the conversation that took place the last time Batman wanted to cook - by the way, Batman was at least 30 years old at that time - this is basically his cooking level.

Chefs always say that cooking requires a certain amount of inspiration, but if Batman can't cook the most basic dishes with his rigor, then why can't he cook? I'm afraid we can only ask God. Some people are just not compatible with the kitchen, so Alfred said that this answer would not be liked by Batman.

Batman certainly wouldn't like it, because he knew deep down that if God really answered him, he would definitely point at his nose and scold him, "If you only regard eating as a process of nutrient intake necessary to maintain life, then you will never think of making any delicious food."

This is the fundamental reason why Batman is not good at cooking. He thinks cooking and eating are a waste of time from the bottom of his heart.

But the next morning, he was awakened by a burst of fragrance. Since he has been eating Alfred's meals for half his life, his brain instinctively recognizes that this is not Alfred cooking.

In fact, it is also because Alfred usually doesn't cook curry in the morning. He thinks that he should eat lighter when he gets up early, and his butler never likes dishes with too many spices.

But curry is originally a dish made of spices, how can it not be fragrant? So, for the first time, everyone in Wayne Manor got up at 7:30 in the morning and rushed to the kitchen.

"Oh my God, I just dreamed that I chased a Thanksgiving turkey for ten miles." Jason, who was half asleep, staggered down and walked to the kitchen like a character in a cartoon.

He saw Bruce standing in front of the stove stirring something, and the fragrance came from the pot. He yawned and walked to Bruce's side and looked into the pot, and saw a sticky mass.

"Is this curry?"

"Of course, you can wait a while, it will be ready in about half an hour."

"Oh my God, why does it take so long!!" Tim wailed, then turned and added: "Of course, I don't mean to say that your breakfast is not delicious, Alfred, it's just that it smells so good and I'm so hungry."

Thomas, who was wearing a nightcap, was also sleepy and poked his head out of the bedroom with a puzzled look on his face, shouting: "Alfred, Alfred, what's going on? We hired an Indian chef?"

Martha had packed up and walked out, she gently rubbed He touched his wrist, walked to the kitchen, patted Bruce on the shoulder and said, "Are there enough spices? If not, we can send someone to buy some from India Street now."

"Of course, Mom, just enough."

"I'm not sure I can eat these sticky things." Red Hood just opened his mouth, Nightwing glared at him, Red Hood shrugged and said, "I'm not spoiling the fun, I almost vomited when I went to an Indian restaurant last time."

Batman came down and saw Bruce busy in the kitchen, and there was a circle of people outside the kitchen, even Thomas was stretching his head to see what Bruce was doing.

But Bruce put down the spatula, walked to the door, blocked it and said, "Why don't you sit down?"

"What are you doing, Bruce?" Thomas asked in confusion, "You can actually cook?"

"A little, not much, but I think that if I'm going to play football later, cold sandwiches and peanut butter won't provide enough calories, and it's getting colder in the morning."

Thomas swallowed back his doubts about whether it would be unhealthy to eat such heavy food in the morning, and turned around to urge others to sit down at the table.

Batman had already sat down at the table, how could he not know himself? It would be a miracle if he could eat this thing.

What surprised everyone was that what Bruce served was not sticky curry with rice, but a pastry that looked like a large Italian ravioli.

"Wrapping the curry in puff pastry will make it drier and more fragrant." Bruce shrugged and said, "I learned it from a chef in Hong Kong."

Everyone looked at the large dumplings with some doubts. Jason picked up one and took a bite. The rich curry soup immediately flowed out. There was chicken, potatoes and an unknown vegetable in it.

Jason stuffed the remaining half into his mouth and gave a thumbs up while chewing. Alfred served them hot milk, coffee and tea. Jason picked up a glass of milk and drank it, uttering a long "ah——".

Of course, the main force of breakfast is still toasted toast, fried eggs and ham, but curry dumplings are still the most popular dish for everyone. There are seven or eight in a plate, and they will be snatched up as soon as they are served.

"I didn't expect you to have good cooking skills, Bruce." Martha smiled at Bruce and said, "Fortunately, you didn't inherit this from your father. You don't know how many things he messed up in the kitchen."

"Not so much, your mother is used to exaggerating."

Batman finished the toast and fried eggs as quickly as possible, stood up, wiped his mouth, took off the napkin and put it back on the table, and walked back upstairs without saying a word.

His movements were gentle and emotionless, but his departure still brought at least 20 seconds of silence, until Thomas deliberately broke the silence.

"Hurry up, boys, you need time to digest before you can play football."

Martha also quickly finished the food on her plate, and after tidying it up, she stood up and nodded to Thomas and went upstairs.

She gently pushed open the door of Batman's room and saw him standing at the table sorting things. Martha reached out and patted his back and said, "You ate too little. I'll ask Alfred to bring some more?"

Batman shook his head. Martha looked out the window and said, "Then at least go watch the football game. The kids are looking forward to it. They will be happier if you go."

"I'll just watch it here." Batman turned around and looked at Martha and said, "I'll go to the company after it's over. I'll have someone send you the latest report."

Before leaving, Martha sighed helplessly, stood by the door, held the door frame and shook her head. Thomas, who had changed his clothes, hung his suit jacket on his forearm and stood at the stairs waiting for her.

"I know it's not his fault, but I'm still worried." Martha said as she walked down the stairs holding the handrail: "He doesn't look happy, Thomas, but the most terrible thing is that he has become accustomed to this unhappiness."

"This is his choice." Thomas still looked angry. He turned and strode down the stairs. Finally, he paused and said: "Maybe we just don't want to accept that we have missed too much."

Later, Dick's friends arrived. They walked in groups towards the lawn in the back garden. There was a large open space there, enough for them to play football.

In addition to Dick, Jason and Tim, there was also Damian. Although Damian was young, he was not an ordinary person after all. Even if he didn't hold back, it would be considered bullying them.

And the older ones were not easy to leave. They became the tactical guides of Jason's team. Bruce was the coach, Thomas was the referee, Alfred was responsible for logistics, and Martha was the only spectator.

Of course, maybe not the only one. Batman stood in front of his bedroom window on the second floor, quietly observing the game.

In fact, it is very difficult to let children of this age group implement tactics. They are not young enough, not so obedient, have their own ideas and judgments about various things, and are always imaginative and willing to follow their own ideas.

They are not old enough to understand the important impact of teamwork on the situation. They just think that if everyone plays to their best, victory will be at hand, and they will inevitably complain about teammates who make mistakes.

Because they communicated the tactics one night in advance, they had an overwhelming advantage at the beginning. From Batman's perspective, the turning point appeared when the front and back positions were out of touch, and the rear players did not run in time, giving the opponent a chance.

But the children only saw the surface phenomenon, that is, Jason did not defend the opponent's flank attack, causing them to lose the most important first goal, and the conflict broke out.

The atmosphere on the field seemed a little tense, because these children were Dick's friends and did not know Jason. They were slightly older than Jason and felt that they should have more say, but Dick, as a forward, was more protective of Jason, so they felt betrayed.

During the halftime break, the atmosphere on the field was already very wrong. They were all silent and holding their breath, and the three older Robins sitting in the coaching seats could not help it, because they could see more clearly that this was not Jason's problem.

Bruce first stepped forward to stop them, and then pulled the participating players together. When one of the players started to talk about Jason's problem, he stopped Dick and Jason from refuting and let the other party finish speaking.

The other party was very aggressive at the beginning and analyzed a lot. He felt that the problem was that Jason did not defend the opponent, but he was the only one who spoke there fluently, and it was difficult for others to interrupt. Jason and his team were stopped by Bruce and did not talk back. In the end, he was the only one who spoke in the group.

Many people will encounter this situation. When they are talking, the court becomes quiet, and then they will inevitably wonder if they have said something wrong.

The kid's arrogance subsided, and Bruce let Jason speak, and asked Dick to stand on the side of his friends. Jason was halfway through his speech, and the other party wanted to interrupt and refute, but was stopped by Dick.

After a while, there was only one person speaking on the court at the same time, and the quarrel could not start. In the end, they also realized that it was useless to speak after the fact here, because they had already lost a point, and thinking about how to equalize the score next was the most important thing.

Bruce gathered them together again, and then asked the three Robins in the coaching seat to start analyzing the situation. Dick and Damian played an extremely important role in this, because Damian looked like Bruce, and Dick's last name was Wayne. They played football in the garden of the Wayne family, and no matter how angry they were, they would be soaked by these two pots of cold water.

Soon they finalized the tactics and made personnel adjustments. They vented all the anger that they had not been able to vent on their teammates on the field. They all held their breath, trying to prove that it was not their problem. In the end, they successfully scored two points and won the game.

After the game, Batman saw Bruce and Martha come together. Martha smiled at Bruce and said, "You play football much better than your father, and more importantly, you understand what children are thinking better than him."

"Maybe it's because I became a father at a younger age, which is a very lucky thing." Bruce said, "I am closer to them, so I can understand their thoughts better, because it's not far from the time when I thought so."

Martha immediately laughed and said, "It's really hard to imagine that you would quarrel with others because of playing football. In my impression, you are not such a An easily excited child. "

"People always change." Bruce lowered his head and smiled, saying, "It's the same for children. Jason's temper is worse because he had a long period of helpless street life. His temper is his armor and weapon."

"If you lose something, you have to grow more to resist their attack on your missing part."

Martha's eyes dimmed for a moment, she gently stroked Bruce's face and said, "I'm glad we haven't missed too much, I think it's good now."

"Because you are back, yes."