Bruce is a person who does not enjoy the process of eating, and he believes that eating is only one step in the human need to survive, and that the enjoyment of taste has the potential to lead to undisciplined overeating.

As a result, his daily diet is very regular, and it tends to be light, in short, tasteless leaves and proteins.

But this eating habit is not something he was born with, and his mother, Martha, although she comes from the Kane family, a large family in Gotham, also has good cooking skills.

After Martha's death, Bruce would eat relatively simply, mainly because he understood Alfred's age and didn't want to hire another cook, so when Alfred asked him what he wanted to eat, he would only reply "Eat simply".

It is undeniable that Clark's mother Martha is very good at craftsmanship, because the Kent family is a farm family, and doing 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 more frequent handling of meat, and the technique is very skillful.

The meat in the fish pie is first marinated, boneless, whipped into a filling, mixed with a certain amount of minced chicken and chopped onion in proportion, and then the frozen thick soup is cut into small pieces and wrapped into the dough together, so that 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 smell of meat, and the heat is just right, not too woody because it is fully cooked.

Several other dishes are also at the level of an ordinary restaurant, with balanced seasonings and steaming hot, and the human taste buds are not born to refuse such food, and the same goes for blues.

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, which didn't sound like a lot, but Martha had plenty of extra ingredients to cook, which was far more than Bruce usually ate.

What's even more terrifying is that Bruce didn't feel tired, because the dishes were rich in variety and taste, and he ate a lot of things before he knew it.

Bruce took out the most sincere gaze he had ever had ever seen, looked at Martha and said, "Thank you, ma'am, but I'm really full." ”

Looking at the disappointment on Martha's face, Bruce felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart, and this guilt ended when Martha brought two more plates of steaming apple pie and a dozen muffins to the table.

Bruce really had a hard time holding back his expression, he should have thought a long time ago, the so-called dessert after the meal, must also be full of farmhouse style, no one here will make the kind of finger cake in the high-end commercial street dessert shop, all the dishes are dominated by a strong and hearty style.

The apple pie with the hot filling has a strong sweetness, but you can taste it in one bite, and this sweetness does not come from sugar or honey, but from the fructose of the apple itself, and it must be that the apple is very sweet, and this dessert is very sweet.

The taste of ripe apples is a little strange, chewing like a sour sponge in the mouth, but the crunchy surface of the perfect crisp makes up for the lack of taste, and Bruce just took a bite and chewed it in his mouth, and the intense sweetness went straight to his brain.

The sweetness of fruit is the most primitive dopamine catalyst, and the sweetness of carbs is the source of happiness engraved in human genes, and before Bruce could react, a piece of apple pie the size of a palm. It's gone.

Looking at the muffin cake that was handed to him again, Bruce could be said to have hurriedly eaten a few bites in a panic, wiped his mouth, and said to Clark, "I've eaten a little too much, let's go out for a walk." ”

Clark was munching on a whole apple pie, and when he heard Bruce's suggestion, he put down the food with some regret, got up from his seat, pulled down his somewhat wrinkled shirt, walked to the table, waved at Martha, and said, "I'll take him out for a spin." ”

Jonathan, who was washing the dishes, looked back at them and said, "You can take your friends to the sheepfold to see the lambs and calves, and during the time you go to work, we have added three more children to our extended family, and they should be the loveliest time for furry, and they can cure all diseases in this world." ”

Clark heard Jonathan's point that his father was a very amazing educator, as if he could read minds, and in such a short time of contact with Bruce, he immediately noticed that Bruce was not in a good mental state, and proposed what he thought would work, such as going to see the newborn animals.

Bruce stood by the door, feeling his stomach working desperately, this organ of his had never been so diligent, so that his heart was pleasantly surprised by this, pumping a large amount of blood, making Bruce feel sleepy for a while.

Bruce thought that he would be able to go out with Clark immediately, but what he didn't expect was that Clark first rummaged through the keys on the wooden boards nailed to the wall, and said "Let me see" as he searched for them...... What is the key to the sheepfold? …… Oh, and bring the keys to the house. ”

After a long search, Clark carried the two sets of keys in his hand, and then began to look for a coat again, giving up a heavy coat to Bruce and another for himself.

Then he began to look for gloves all over the room, and finally found two pairs of rubber gloves under the coffee table next to the couch, and handed Bruce a pair as well.

Then he began rummaging through the house for rain boots, umbrellas, hats, masks, and finally a crowbar and a nail rake from the yard at the back of the house.

Clark shoved the nail rake into Bruce's hand, he looked at Bruce who was holding so many things in his hand, and said with some doubts: "What are you doing in a daze?" Hurry up and put it on! ”

"We're just out and about, right?" Bruce asked, somewhat uncertain.

"Uh, do you mean going out for a walk? In our place, we go out and look around, usually to check the chicken coop, pick up the eggs, go to the sheepfold to count the number of sheep, go to the cattle pen to check their nose rings, and if it may rain the next day, divide the grass into the various pens, fix the door of the barn, and then go to the grazing place to pick up the grass roots, check the growth of the grass, and decide whether to replenish the seeds......"

Bruce looked down at the things in his arms, the coat was supposed to be for the night to protect against the cold, the gloves were supposed to be for touching the livestock, the umbrella was probably to protect against the rain, the hat and mask were for hygiene, the nail rake was for scraping forage, and the crowbar was for prying grass roots.

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

Bruce also equipped these things, and the two full-fledged farmers looked at each other with a somewhat comical image, and Clark was the first to laugh: "If it is known that I brought Bruce Wayne over to do farm work, they will go crazy." ”

Using a nail rake as a crutch, Bruce walked forward step by step on the slightly damp dirt road at night, saying as he went, "If you write about this as a report, it will be more sensational than a meteorite falling here." ”

"Then we don't want to have a free life, the whole town will gather around my house to see how the richest man in the world does the 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 because you are strong, nimble, and able to fight, 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 shook his head as well, looking very disapproving, saying, "Even if I don't have experience, I'm a quick learner." ”

"I thought so when I first started working on the farm with my father, but the truth is, more than ten years later, I still haven't learned half of what he did...... A tenth of my grandfather's. ”

"When the cycle of judging whether an experience is correct or not is one year, you will find that a person's life is not so long, we are only equivalent to eighty or ninety reincarnations of winter wheat, and there are more than eighty or ninety accidents that can occur on the farm."

Bruce looked up at the farm in the distance, where there were ridge lines, windbreaks that spread along the lines, old barn mills and windmills, and a starry sky in the distance.

Gotham has never had such a bright starry sky, bright as if all the stars were close at hand, the moist moisture sticking to the eyelashes, and in the blink of an eye, it can even reflect the light of the stars, as if the starry sky reaches out to you and wipes away your tears.

Just as Bruce was staring straight at the night sky, he suddenly felt a force coming from under his feet, and he looked down to find himself stepping into a mud pit mixed with water and earth.

Clark grabbed his arm to prevent him from losing his center of gravity and falling headlong, and pointed ahead and said, "Be careful, we'll have to walk along the side of the creek." ”

Bruce turned his head to look, and he saw a nearer starry sky, the surface of the bubbling stream, reflected in a faint light brighter than the stars, and a patch of reeds drifting in the wind not far away.

The smells and sounds of the early summer night are amazingly rich, the breeze tells everyone that the earth and plants really have a scent, and the insects that poke their heads out of the dirt early seem faint, like a symphony of cressing beats.

Bruce lifted his leg and crawled out of the mud pit, and the two walked a short distance before they came to the vicinity of the barn, where the ground was drier, but the footprints of the animals could still be seen, and Clark looked down at the ground and said:

"When I was a kid, whenever we walked this way, Jonathan would bet with me which animals those footprints came from, and it wasn't really easy to tell, right?"

"These are the footprints of chickens, these are cows, and those near the grass are pigs, and I don't find any footprints of sheep, don't they live here?" Bruce said, pointing to the ground with the nail rake in his hand.

"It's really hard for you." Clark checked the key on the keychain and said, "I can see that you are eager to prove that you are not the stereotyped young master, but we really don't need more animal detectives here." ”

Clark smiled and pushed open the door to the barn and walked in, Bruce followed him, and Clark said as he walked inside:

"When we first came here, we animal detectives, Bat Cats, fought animal crime farm-wide, with a focus on rats stealing food, roosters pecking at their own feathers, and birds stealing seeds."

"You could just say it's coming for a buffet."

"Exactly."

(End of chapter)