The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Facing Selina's roar, Bruce was like a crumbling coconut tree in the storm, and it wasn't over yet, Selina said angrily, raising her tone.

"Maggie thinks I should accept the money we exchanged for our labor in order to feel more confident when dealing with you, but I will accept it purely because I want to get a haircut and barbershops in the East End are very expensive!"

"You think I buy 39-cent cookies because they are cheap or because I was in a tight situation in my childhood, but I buy them purely because the cookies of this brand are very sweet from the cookies to the chocolate beans inside, and the dessert is It should be sweet, not something that accentuates the natural flavor of the organic ingredients and makes it smell like the chef just fucked a goat!”

"I object to your extremely complicated wedding process. It's not because I'm ashamed to talk to people of a different class than me, or because I don't understand the etiquette of upper class society and worry about being exposed. It's entirely because I feel uncomfortable wearing a composite plastic suit. It’s really stupid to heat yourself up to the point of heatstroke by chatting in the hot sun for hours!”

"I scratched that damn Talia al Ghul's face, not because I support you conceptually or because I have something to defend and therefore have to fight against her, I just fucking thought she suddenly showed up. It’s annoying to come out!!!”

"Why do fucking humans have to have some fucking complicated reason to do a fucking thing?! Can't I just do it for my own comfort?!!!"

"Ding!"

The sound from the kitchen oven interrupted Selina's roar. She stared at Bruce blankly, and Bruce turned around and walked to the oven, took out a huge iron plate from the oven, and put it on Arriving at the island.

Selina was stunned when she saw what was on the iron plate. Several rows of steaming, shiny cookies were regularly placed on it.

Bruce's eyes also shimmered in the darkness, and he pushed a whole plate of cookies towards Selina with his hands wearing oven mitts. Selina looked at the food in front of her in disbelief.

“I just want to say that the company that makes GNE chocolate chip cookies has pretty amazing ingredient lists for all of their products, and from what I tested on the cookie dough, their production department was very faithful in adding them. Every item on the ingredient list and comes with a few little surprises.”

"Of course, if you only eat a few pieces occasionally, there will be no danger, but the content of harmful substances in the two large family packs you bought for 78 cents is probably hovering on the dangerous line of quantitative change leading to qualitative change."

"So I just urgently learned baking techniques and improved their ingredient list, removing all harmful substances or replacing them with non-toxic and harmless substances, and replacing all ingredients with healthier ones, but I promise , the taste has definitely not changed.”

Selina just stared blankly at the cookies on the table, and then looked up into Bruce's eyes. There was incredible sincerity in them, and even some hesitation and lack of confidence.

"Okay, it is indeed my first time to make this kind of thing, but I made sure that every ingredient I added was as fine as a chemical ratio, the stirring and mixing time was measured in seconds, and the baking temperature and heat were absolutely accurate. , it won’t taste bad, right?”

Selena looked at the plate of cookies in shock, and then said in a ridiculous tone: "You take those expensive organic raw materials, use your most genius chemical ratio in the world, and bake them with your $12... Stove, copy the poor man’s cookies that cost 39 cents for a large pack?!”

"This has nothing to do with the value of raw materials and processing equipment. I admit that industrial assembly line food has its own uniqueness. Without seeing the production process and specific recipes, no one can guarantee that it can be copied perfectly."

"Even if you're Batman?"

"I'm your boyfriend."

Selina and Bruce both looked at the plate of cookies in silence. Bruce sat on the chair. He fumbled with his wrist, then looked up into Selina's eyes and said, "Try one? It can't be worse than poisonous." Bar?"

Selena carefully picked up a cookie with two fingers, which was exactly the same as the cookie she bought from the shape and smell. It was so crisp that it seemed to fall apart at the touch of a touch.

Selina could see the traces of hand pressure on it, and before her eyes appeared the scene of Bruce carefully shaping the cookies into a round shape with his fingers after she left alone in the kitchen.

One of the characteristics of cheap cookies is that they never put too much thought into the shape. The shape of the cookie is whatever the shape of the outlet is. Selina has no doubt that if Bruce wants, he can shape a cookie into Jesus Like, but he still spent 12 points of energy to make it as round as possible.

Selina put the cookie into her mouth.

Instead of pretending to be polite and bite a small piece, she directly opened her mouth and stuffed the entire cookie in. After chewing for the first time with her teeth closed, she blurted out a curse word.

Then her eyes widened and she said, "You're right, Bruce, industrial assembly line food is fucking shit!"

Selina closed her eyes, leaned back with the heel of her palm against her forehead, let out a slightly painful groan, and then said: "You can't do this, Bruce, you can't tell me that organic food is not all tasteless, even They might even taste better than Basin Egg Tarts, Giant Fried Chicken, Sugar Crackers, Mountain Cheese Falls! That will make me feel guilty eating junk food in the future!”

"I'm not trying to stop you from eating junk food." Bruce looked at Selina and said, "But most of them have too bold ideas about the ingredients that food can have. I won't even add so many ingredients to the poison. .”

"I'm sorry that your digestive system and your immunity have been challenged by this for over 20 years, but there's no doubt that it's strong and it protects you so it deserves a better deal, really."

Selina discovered that Bruce's eyes were bluer in the dim light. She let out a scream of pain, and then said: "Don't talk to me with such a rich man's accent! What the newspaper said is right, you are better than The devil is even better at manipulating others, you spiritual sadist!”

“I thought I was going to get a higher rating for this plate of cookies.”

"Here we go again." Selina raised her voice and looked at the grievance in Bruce's eyes. She said, "Although I have said it many times, I still have to say it for the last time. This trick doesn't work for me. , I will never pick up a stray dog ​​on a rainy day!”

Selina grabbed another cookie and stuffed it into her mouth, as if to block her mouth. She chewed the food in her mouth hard, but found that it was softer than she thought.

Butter cookies are a bit dry, but these ones made by Bruce break into very small particles immediately after stuffing them into the mouth. The moment they are sprinkled into the river of saliva, the aroma of oil, flour and extreme sweetness are mixed. The wonderful smell rushes directly from the nasal cavity into the brain, giving the dopamine-secreting organ a heavy punch.

Selena covered her eyes with her hands. She was no longer able to think about her current eating appearance. She knew that she must have lost a lot of cookie crumbs, but God, she was already in love with the devil, so what if she broke her oath? ?

The battle just now consumed Selina's energy, and the hunger in her belly reminded her to replenish carbohydrates and sugar, so she filled her mouth with food like an excavator, one piece after another, until half the plate was gone. cookies.

Just when Selena felt that she had consumed a lot of saliva and her mouth was dry, a cup of slightly warm milk was placed in front of her, and the aroma of the collision of milk and cookies rushed to her brain again. After finishing a glass of milk, Bruce was about to speak when Selina stretched out a hand and said, "Listen to me first, Bruce, and then you can express your opinion, okay?"

“First of all, it’s a common problem among rich people that you don’t believe that poor people can enjoy themselves in hardship. It’s a common problem for you rich people to have your own happiness at certain moments, because you, or at least a part of you, feel happier because you imagine the pain of poor people.”

"Furthermore, you also firmly believe that after the poor become rich, they will be ashamed of their experiences when they were poor. Any mention of this past will hurt their sensitive self-esteem."

"And the habits that were brought out of the ghettos can be forgiven, but erased and better provided."

"So the news often says that a rich man expresses his love for his partner by not minding her poor background and being able to tolerate his different habits from hers."

"In every Cinderella-type romantic love story, most of the prince's charm must come from being rich but not discriminating against the poor, and being willing to spend generously to change some of their habits."

"But this kind of tolerance and humility seems very ridiculous to me."

"The imprint of poverty on people is indelible. I like very sweet sweets very much. This is because I had less opportunities to eat sweets when I was a child, and most of the sweets I could eat were very sweet. This experience shaped my taste.”

"But I don't need anyone to fucking tell me 'It's okay', 'It's extenuating', 'I don't mind', what the hell are you forgiving? "

Selena spread her hands and said: "What is more disgusting than accusing an unwarranted mistake is to forgive it in advance, because it is like saying that you did make a mistake, and not only did I not make a mistake, I am more tolerant than you."

"But poverty is not my fault, it is just my origin and experience. It is a part of me, and no part of me needs anyone to forgive me."

"If you mind, just stay away. If you have to be with me, then this is what you deserve. When you are dissatisfied, go ahead and call yourself blind. Stop bothering me!"

Bruce listened very seriously, and he didn't comment on it. He just reached out and took out a cold cookie and put it into his mouth, and then frowned at that moment.

"That's so sweet...I'm sorry."

Bruce paused.

Selena put her elbows on the table, looked at him and said: "Look, I will never apologize for our different preferences in food, because I never assume that others understand me, since others are not qualified to forgive me, Then I can take it for granted not to forgive others."

Bruce walked to the faucet and drank a large glass of water to wash away the terrible sweetness. He said rather annoyed: "I don't forgive you, I admire you, my dear, I knew that There’s something wrong with 500g of granulated sugar.”

Selena burst out laughing. She stuffed a cookie into her mouth and said while chewing: "You haven't even put sugar in the chocolate beans. I dare say this is the only flaw in this copy."

Bruce tried hard to recollect the strong bitter taste brought by the two chocolate beans in that bite, and then said: "I'm sure this is the only advantage, and I am very worried about your sense of taste now. This is the worst thing I have ever tasted in my life." Something sweet.”

"Okay, I know you like to eat tasteless organic food, but I'm glad that I made the right decision in return for the delicious food you provided me."

"Actually, you don't need to..."

"Oh, don't say that you're doing this because I'm worthy, and it's your way of showing love and it has nothing to do with me, you definitely want to hear the good news."

Bruce wiped his mouth and looked at her. The tight feeling in his throat due to sugar had not completely subsided, so he could not say any more loving words for the moment.

Then Celine said with a proud face.

"I gave that woman named Talia a claw in the eye in an extremely angry situation. I have experience in doing this, so I am sure that if she doesn't deal with it, her eyes will be damaged within ten hours. blindness."

"It is already three o'clock in the morning, and she will have a hearing with the FBI at six o'clock tomorrow morning. If she is absent, this will be regarded as the biggest peach farce of this century. Not only will she not be able to continue to accuse You will also be targeted by the angry FBI and reporters whose expectations are frustrated."

Bruce turned around and saw Selina climbing over the island and sitting on the edge. She reached out and pulled Bruce over and kissed the side of his neck. Bruce kissed her forehead back and asked, "But I still have to ask. , what book are you looking for in my study?"

"Well...the origin of human history or something."

"Why are you reading this kind of book?"

"Because I really want to know what the fuck is the historical mystery behind that medieval white composite plastic bag you insist I wear..."

"So we can talk about that unresolved issue now?"

"Of course, but plastic bags are out of the question."

"Then the mermaid wedding dress is perfect for you..."

"Not really... Oh, I'll say it again I don't pick up stray dogs! Bruce!"

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