The two waiters walked over, Schiller glanced at the one facing him, the white-gloved waiter showed Schiller the menu in his hand, Schiller glanced at it, and then motioned to the waiter to go to the opposite side.

So the two waiters swapped places, Jason couldn't understand why they were in such a position, and Harley lowered her voice and said to him, "It was the British who landed in Gotham, so we followed the rules of the time, if the two of them had dinner together, one would order food and one would order wine." ”

"What if the other party doesn't like to eat it?"

"Of course, when I order, I will ask the other person if I like it, but generally no one will say that I don't like it, and the goal of coming to this kind of restaurant is not to eat at all."

"It's a living sin."

"What's even more outrageous, you can take a look at the menu."

Hallie and Jason sat facing each other inside, while Schiller and Pamela sat outside, Hallie grimaced at Jason, her words made Jason feel a little curious, so he quietly leaned towards Pamela and glanced at the menu in her hand.

In an instant, Jason's eyes widened, and the sound of gasping had already reached his lips, but when he thought of the current occasion, he held back again.

The swallowed breath stuck in Jason's throat, causing him to cough a few times, choking his face red, Schiller looked up from the wine list, looked at Jason and said, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, I'm just, I'm just choking."

"Then drink water slowly."

"Okay, Professor."

The other two were intently looking at the menu, and Jason leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Is this price serious?" ”

"Didn't Bruce take you out to dinner when you were at Wayne Manor? His consumption is probably more exaggerated than that. ”

"We rarely go out to eat, Bruce doesn't trust the food out there, and besides, Alfred cooks well, even though he's an Englishman."

Sensing Schiller's gaze, the two children immediately stopped communicating, straightened their backs, leaned back in their chairs like statues, and began to study the lines on the ceiling.

"Copot got two bottles of Don Perrinon champagne, which is the celebration version of '59, and he was very kind to give me a bottle, which is now stored in the cellar of the new restaurant."

Schiller put down the wine list and explained to Pamela, then looked up at the waiter and said, "Please open it for me, thank you." ”

After Pamela finished ordering, she sighed softly, looked at Schiller and said, "Professor, I have to warn you that there is almost no progress on the subject of cultivating crops in Gotham, and even if you buy me with precious wine, I can't conjure plant seeds that can be grown here on a large scale out of thin air, so do you still want to drink now?" ”

"Of course, judging by the level at which you were able to grow an entire field of broccoli in an instant that day, I think it's only a matter of time before you finish this project."

Pami stretched out a hand to cover her eyes and said, "Professor, you have to trust me, Bruce didn't tell me that his emergency restriction was to make you allergic to broccoli. ”

"Why didn't he tell you?"

Schiller leaned back to let the champagne waiter open the wine, Pamela blinked, as if reading the hint in Schiller's intonation, she stared at the clear wine into the glass, cleared her throat and asked tentatively.

He ...... It can't be a good intention, right? ”

"Of course."

Pamela rolled her eyes, picked up her glass and clinked glasses with Schiller and said, "He is so that someone can share your anger?" ”

"It has to be." Schiller said with a smile and a nod.

Pamela gave a look of understanding, took a sip of her wine, then gently lowered the glass on the table, wiped her mouth with a napkin and said, "Professor, although this is a bit abrupt, Bruce used my abilities to cause trouble for you, but he didn't tell me the consequences of doing so, and we were both victims. ”

"Victims should be united, aren't they?" Schiller also put down the wine glass, and when the waiter put the plate of appetizers on the table, Schiller picked up the knife and fork, and suddenly changed the subject: "Isn't there any progress in the subject of cultivating crops in Gotham?" ”

Pamela sighed helplessly and said, "Let's put it this way, when I made a contract with the green of all things, he told me that I was going to be the agent of plants and defend the right of green life to exist in the whole universe, and I told him that I was going to defend Gotham first, and he stopped talking. ”

"Later I understood what his silence meant, Gotham is only black, not green, this is a land where the green of all things cannot be governed, and the plants cultivated here will go crazy, sooner or later."

Pamela watched the waiter remove the appetizer from the plate and bring the main course, she said while cutting the food: "The first phase of the soil culture plants either died during the germination period, or went crazy during the growth period, I thought it might be a problem with the soil, so I changed to hydroponics, and the second phase of the hydroponic plants went even more crazy." ”

"I assumed that there was a problem with the water, so I started to use pure water purchased by other cities for watering, and the plants in the third phase performed well, and they did not bite like crazy until they reached maturity, so I was confident and bold to water and fertilize them, and they were cultivated to be exceptionally strong."

"Three days after the harvest, two sturdy cabbages beat five people next door, breaking the ribs of two of them and perforating one of their eardrums."

"Indeed...... It's strong. Schiller could only comment, and then he asked with some curiosity: "What is the problem?" ”

Pamela shook her head and looked dazed, she said, "It's not just water and sunlight, the third batch of samples has even changed the air, but they just went crazy at the same time." ”

"I sent all the data to every botanist I knew, and they didn't have a clue, I even asked about the green, but he hasn't replied since that day."

Looking at Pamela's blank and sad expression, Harley still couldn't hold back her laughter, and then giggled breathlessly until she choked herself.

Schiller reached out to give her a soothing, looked at Pamela and asked, "How many cabbages have you grown?" ”

Pamela showed a hesitant expression, and Schiller leaned forward slightly, showing that he wanted to hear the answer, so Pamela said softly, "Two tons." ”

Jason almost squirted the food out of his mouth, and Schiller was stunned, he stared at Pamela and asked, "How did you grow so much?" ”

"I didn't have the power of the green of all things for a long time, and there were some powers that I didn't control very well, and I did the wrong thing when I stopped those cabbages from beating people, not only did I not reduce their numbers, but I also made them split, and every leaf of the original sample split into a strong cabbage, so I ......"

Schiller sighed, he wasn't surprised that this kind of thing happened in Gotham, but he still paused and asked, "Have you considered asking for help?" ”

"Of course, I've consulted a lot of experts in this area, but the situation in Gotham is so special, I haven't heard of any places where plants go crazy except here, and they can't help."

"I mean, have you ever considered seeking the help of Batman's intelligence?"

Pamela held the fork and paused, she remembered Schiller's previous topic, showed a sudden realization expression, and said: "Actually, I went to find Bruce before, but I didn't really count on him, you mean I should let him join my project team, and the two of us will develop it together?" ”

"Miss Pamela, Gotham's agricultural development is an important part of the self-sufficiency here, we can't expect the Federation to provide us with the resources we need to survive in the event of a disaster, we have to produce our own food."

Pamela immediately showed a deep expression, she nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, it seems that I really shouldn't delay any longer, but Batman should be very busy, his brain is more popular than himself, and there are too many topics for him to participate in." ”

"The people live on food, and what problem can be more important than the food problem?"

Pamela nodded, a thoughtful look, and whispered Schiller's words, as if by reciting them.

And Schiller added the most important sentence.

"Bruce Wayne's unlearned profligate behavior made his father angry, his bank card was frozen, how long do you think this big young master can endure the days of no money?"

Pamela immediately understood, raised her glass and touched it in the air, and the two of them showed a tacit smile at the same time.

Soon the dinner ended in a harmonious atmosphere, and on the way back, Hallie tightened the scarf around her neck, looked at Schiller in the passenger seat, and asked, "You want Pamela to deal with Bruce?" But Batman won't be fooled easily. ”

"Of course Batman won't, but Bruce will."

Hallie and Jason glanced at each other, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes, and they always felt that Schiller meant something.

The car drove through the streets of Gotham, which was still cold and damp at night, and Elliott, disguised as Bruce, had to live in the old house of the Kane family on Briss Street, which Thomas had told him earlier.

This is a fairly old house, the history can be traced back to the time when Gotham City was first built, although the building is old, but it looks like no one has lived in it, it is likely that the investment property was not sold at the right time and stayed until now.

Elliott was outraged by his living situation, he had been wanted by the FBI for a long time, the Elliott family's estate had long since been swallowed up by rivals, and most of his personal property had been divided among some distant relatives.

There were some secret assets that only he knew about, because Elliot couldn't tell which of them was FBI bait, and they often used it to fish for the rich who had fled.

Elliot thought that the years when he was wanted were already the bottom of his life, as long as he inherited his property and status through Bruce's appearance, he would naturally let the sky fly.

But apparently Bruce Wayne didn't have the sky as wide as Elliott thought, and what was even more tragic was that Elliot could have stayed in his luxurious manor and drank expensive red wine and spent a peaceful night.

And now, he had to endure the musty smell and dampness of the old house, tense his muscles on the creaking wooden bed and couldn't sleep for a long time.

Elliott thought, enough was enough, he had to find a way to improve his life now.