Chapter 1784: Summer in Fool

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

"Maggie thinks I should accept the money we earned through labor to be more confident when dealing with you, but I accept it purely because I want to get a haircut and the barbershops in the East District are all very expensive!"

"You think I bought 39-cent cookies because I was cheap or because of my childhood poverty, but I bought them purely because the cookies of this brand are very sweet from the biscuit to the chocolate chips inside, and desserts should be sweet, instead of highlighting the original taste of organic materials, making it smell like the chef just fucked a goat!"

"My opposition to your extremely complex wedding process isn't because I'm ashamed to talk to people of a different class than me, or because I don't understand the etiquette of the upper class and worry about exposing myself, it's entirely because I think it's really stupid to wear a composite plastic bag and chat in the sun for several hours until I get heatstroke!!!"

"I scratched that damn Talia al Ghul's face, not because I support you in concept or because I have something I must defend, I just think it's annoying that she popped up suddenly!!!"

"Why the hell must humans have some damn complex reason to do some damn thing?!!! Can't I just do it for my own comfort?!!!!"

"Ding!"

The prompt sound from the kitchen oven interrupted Selina's roar. She froze in place looking at Bruce, and Bruce turned to the oven, took out a huge iron tray, and placed it on the island.

Seeing the things on the iron tray, Selina froze. On it were placed several rows of steaming cookies that flashed with oily luster.

Bruce's eyes also reflected light in the darkness. He used his oven-gloved hand to push the whole tray of cookies toward Selina. Selina looked at the food in front of her in disbelief.

"I just want to say that the company that produces GNE chocolate cookies has an astonishing ingredient list for all their food, and from my test results on the cookie crumbs, their production department is very faithful in adding every item on the ingredient list, and they also give away some small surprises."

"Of course, if you only eat a few pieces occasionally, there won't be any 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 where quantitative change leads to qualitative change."

"So I urgently learned baking technology and improved their ingredient list, removing all harmful substances or replacing them with non-toxic and harmless substances, and replaced all ingredients, but I guarantee that the taste is absolutely unchanged."

Selina opened her eyes wide in shock, looking at the cookies on the table, and then looked up at Bruce's eyes. There was incredible sincerity in them, and even some hesitation and lack of confidence.

"Alright, I am indeed doing this kind of thing for the first time, but I am sure that every material I added was refined to the level of chemical ratio, the stirring and mixing time was calculated by the second, and the baking temperature and heat were absolutely precise. It won't be hard to eat, right?"

Selina looked at this tray of cookies in shock, and then said in an absurd tone: "You took those expensive organic raw materials, used the chemical ratio method of the world's greatest genius, and used your 120,000-dollar oven to copy 39-cent Poor Man's Cookies?!!"

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

"Even if you are Batman?"

"I am your boyfriend."

Selina and Bruce both looked at this tray of cookies in silence. Bruce sat on the chair. He groped his wrist, then looked up at Selina's eyes and said: "Try one? It can't be worse than poisonous, right?"

Selina used two fingers to carefully pinch a cookie that was identical to the one she bought from shape to fragrance. It was so crisp that it seemed to scatter at a touch.

Selina could see the marks of hand pressing on it. In front of her appeared the scene of Bruce carefully pinching the cookies into circles with his fingers alone in the kitchen after she left.

A major feature of cheap biscuits is that they will never spend much effort on the shape. Whatever shape the outlet is, the cookie will be that shape. Selina didn't doubt at all that if Bruce wanted to, he could pinch a cookie into a Jesus statue, but he still spent 120,000 percent of his energy to pinch it as round as possible.

Selina sent the cookie into her mouth.

She didn't pretend to be elegant and bite a small piece, but opened her mouth and stuffed the whole cookie in. After chewing the first bite with her teeth closed, a curse word blurted out.

Then she opened her eyes wide and said: "You are right, Bruce, industrial assembly line food is damn shit!"

Selina closed her eyes, leaned back with the root 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 isn't all tasteless, and it might even be more delicious than face-basin egg tarts, giant fried chicken, sweet biscuits, and cheese waterfalls! That will make me feel guilty when I eat junk food in the future!"

"I am 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 wouldn't even add so many kinds of raw materials to poison."

"I am very sorry that your digestive system and immunity have faced challenges for more than twenty years, but there is no doubt that it is very strong. It protected you, so it should get better treatment, really."

Selina found that Bruce's eyes would be bluer in the dim light. She let out a painful scream and said: "Don't use this rich man's tone to talk to me! The newspaper was right, you are better at manipulating people than the devil, you mental abuse maniac!"

"I thought I would get a higher evaluation because of this tray of cookies."

"Here we go again." Selina raised her tone, looking at the grievance in Bruce's eyes. She said: "Although I have said it many times, I still want to say it one last time: this trick doesn't work on 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 it was softer than she thought.

Butter cookies are a bit dry, but the ones Bruce made shattered into tiny particles the moment they were stuffed into her mouth. The moment they were sprinkled into the river of saliva, the wonderful taste mixed with oily fragrance, flour fragrance, and extreme sweetness rushed directly from the nasal cavity into the brain, giving the dopamine secretion organ a heavy punch.

Selina covered her eyes with her hands, no longer having the energy to think about her current eating posture. She knew she must have dropped a lot of cookie crumbs again, but God, she was already dating the devil, so what if she broke her oath?

The battle just now consumed a lot of Selina's physical strength. The hunger coming from her abdomen reminded her to replenish carbohydrates and sugar, so she filled her mouth with food like an excavator, one piece after another, until she swept away half a tray of cookies.

Just as Selina felt her saliva was consumed a lot and she was a bit thirsty, a glass of warm milk was placed in front of her, and the fragrance of milk colliding with cookies rushed to her brain again. Selina gulped down the milk.

Bruce was about to speak, but Selina stretched out a hand and said: "Listen to me first, Bruce, and then you can express your opinion, okay?"

"First of all, not believing that poor people can find happiness in bitterness, and having their own happiness at certain moments, is a common problem of you rich people, because you, or at

"Furthermore, you also firmly believe that once poor people become rich, they will surely be ashamed of their experiences when they were poor, and any mention of such a past will hurt their sensitive self-esteem."

"And that the living habits brought from the slums can be forgiven, but they must be erased and replaced with better ones."

"That is why the news often says that a rich person's way of expressing love to their partner is by not minding her poor background at all, and being able to tolerate habits that are different from his own."

"In every Cinderella-style romantic love story, the vast majority of the prince's charm must come from being rich yet not discriminating against the poor, and being willing to spend lavishly to change some of their habits."

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

"The mark that poverty leaves on a person is indelible. I like very sweet desserts very much because I had fewer opportunities to eat sweets when I was a child, and most of the sweets I could get were extremely sweet; this experience shaped my palate."

"But I don't need anyone to tell me 'it's okay,' 'it's understandable,' or 'I don't mind.' What exactly are you people forgiving?"

Selina spread her hands and said, "What's more disgusting than accusing someone of a non-existent mistake is forgiving it in advance, because it's like saying, 'You do have a flaw, and not only did I not make a mistake, but I am also more tolerant than you.'"

"But poverty is not my mistake; it is just my background and my experience. It is a part of me, and no part of me needs anyone's forgiveness."

"If you mind, then stay out of the way. If you must be with me, then this is what you have to deal with. When you're dissatisfied, go scold yourself for being blind, and stop bothering me!"

Bruce listened very carefully. He didn't express an opinion on this either; he just reached out, took a cookie that had already gone cold, put it in his mouth, and his brows furrowed instantly.

"This is too sweet... sorry."

Bruce's movements paused for a moment.

Selina rested her elbows on the table, looked at him, and said, "See, I would never apologize for our different preferences in food because I never assume others understand me. Since others aren't qualified to forgive me, I can naturally choose not to forgive others."

Bruce walked to the faucet, drew a large glass of water, and gulped it down to wash away that terrible sweetness. He said quite annoyedly, "I'm not forgiving you; I'm admiring you, my dear. I knew those 500g of sugar weren't right."

Selina burst into a laugh. She stuffed a cookie into her mouth and said while chewing, "You didn't even put sugar in the chocolate chips. I dare say this is the only flaw in this replication."

Bruce tried hard to savor the rich bitterness brought by the two chocolate chips in that bite, then said, "I'm sure this is the only advantage, and I am now very worried about whether your sense of taste is normal. This is the sweetest thing I've ever eaten in my life."

"Alright, I know you like to eat flavorless organic food, but I'm glad I made the right decision earlier to repay you for the delicious food you provided me."

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

"Oh, don't give me that polite talk about how you did it because I'm worth it, or that this is your way of expressing love and it has nothing to do with me. You definitely want to hear this good news."

Bruce looked at her while wiping his mouth. The feeling of tightness in his throat from the sugar hadn't completely faded, so he couldn't say any more sweet words for the moment.

Then Selina said with a triumphant look on her face.

"In a fit of extreme rage, I gave that woman named Talia a claw to the eye. I have plenty of experience with this, so I'm sure that if she doesn't treat it, she will be blind in both eyes within ten hours."

"It's already three in the morning, and she has a hearing involving the FBI at six o'clock tomorrow morning. If she is absent, it will be treated as the biggest romantic scandal of the century. Not only will she be unable to continue accusing you, but she will also be targeted by an angry FBI and reporters whose expectations were dashed."

Bruce turned his head to see Selina vault directly over the island counter and sit on the edge. She reached out to pull Bruce over and kissed the side of his neck. Bruce kissed her forehead in return and asked, "But I still have to ask, what book were you looking for in my study?"

"Hmm... something about the origins of human history."

"Why read that kind of book?"

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

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

"Of course, but the plastic bag is off the table."

"Then a mermaid wedding dress, it suits you very well..."

"Not really... oh, I'll say it again, I am not picking up any stray dogs! Bruce!"