The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3498 Research on Cats and Dogs (Forty-Six)

The house Diana rented was not far from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, about two streets away, and was a two-story building. There was a flower shop downstairs, and her studio and apartment upstairs.

This street is famous for artists. Many painters, sculptors and inkjet art enthusiasts like to rent houses here. Most of them have shops on the first floor and studios and residences on the second floor. Diana's house is no exception.

However, the difference is that she is not engaged in the creation of art, but an art critic. At the same time, as an Amazon princess, her apartment is also used to receive people from all walks of life, so it is quite spacious and decorated with wild Amazon style.

The house is built entirely of logs, with wooden floors and walls. The decorative patterns are not soft vines, but mainly rough bark textures, lively branches and leaves, and animal fur. The soft furnishings are more natural and primitive, and the sofa is made of a whole piece of bear skin.

As soon as Bruce entered the door, he threw himself onto the large sofa in the living room, spread his hands and let out a long sigh.

Clark looked at the new artwork on the shelf in the hallway, while Diana put down her bag and said, "There are drinks and snacks in the refrigerator, help yourself. If you are tired, go to the guest room to take a nap, but you are absolutely not allowed to go to my study - if my manuscript is lost, I will throw you all into the furnace of Vulcan!"

Clark yawned and said, "I am a little tired. Lex has a large amount of kryptonite, and I don't feel comfortable staying at his house. I'm going to sleep for a while."

Hearing this, Bruce sat up from the sofa and said, "How long are you going to sleep? I was thinking we could go out for dinner together tonight..."

"Don't worry, I'll take a nap." Clark looked at his watch. "It's only two o'clock in the afternoon." So he said, "It's about two and a half hours. We'll leave at 4:30 and avoid the evening rush hour."

"There's no evening rush hour," Diana said. "Didn't you see the news just now? The city government declared a state of emergency and all roads were controlled. Cars can't enter several streets around here."

After that, she smoothed her hair, sighed and said, "I still have two manuscripts to finish. I guess it will take me until after 5 o'clock. Otherwise, you can watch TV for a while or buy pizza."

"Let's go get some." Bruce said immediately, "Do you have any wine at home? Or do you want us to buy some?"

"We have red wine and ice wine, but I guess you're not used to them. But when the emergency notice was issued before, I stocked up some fruits. You can buy some base wine and we can mix it ourselves."

Bruce cheered, and then went to the kitchen to check the inventory. Clark went back to sleep, and Diana went to work. But both of them kept an ear and an eye on Bruce to prevent him from causing any big trouble here.

Diana's home has a beautiful open kitchen. The cabinets are dark brown lacquered wood with white marble countertops, and the walls are hung with woven Amazon totems. The place that was originally used as a wine cabinet is filled with various root carvings.

Bruce picked up a few root carvings and examined them—odd shapes, but nothing special—and then he went back to looking through his inventory.

Diana had stockpiled a lot of lemons, fresh fruits such as grapes and honeydew melons, and in addition, there were raspberry jam and sour plum jam made in season. Bruce quickly thought of a way to make it.

Bruce had tried to cook before when he was free. Unfortunately, he had no talent for cooking: he was not precise enough in controlling the seasoning, and he always liked to have a flash of inspiration. The failed product was not only unpalatable, but also looked terrible - the high EQ version was that Elsa shook her head when she saw it, and it should be able to summon Brand when she put it on the ground.

However, because Selina likes sweets, Bruce tried baking a few times. He has some talent in this area, but it is mainly because the baking system is relatively mature, and the amount of each ingredient powder is very accurate, and you just need to follow the recipe. Wayne Manor is fully equipped with various machines, so there is really no room for failure.

Of course, his desserts are barely edible. If there is one thing he is really good at in the kitchen, it has to be bartending.

In the United States, this is not a niche hobby, and it does not only refer to mixing cocktails in bars, but also mixing party drinks. If you can be responsible for the drinks at the party, you will definitely be the coolest person in the whole school.

Mixing party drinks doesn't really require any skills, but because it's simple, it's not easy to mix well: it can't be too intoxicating, so that people will vomit after drinking a few sips, but it can't be so boring that it tastes like juice. You have to grasp that kind of seemingly tipsy feeling. Every party boy or party girl must know a master bartender.

As for why Bruce hadn't discovered his talent before? It was because he had no reference - which Batman in the entire multiverse would mix party drinks?
Even he only discovered this advantage of his when he accompanied the Robins to a school party and tried it once. He received wide acclaim from his classmates.

After that, Bruce took advantage of this and took on the responsibility of preparing party drinks for all his acquaintances. He was best at fruit wine, especially tropical blends and various plum flavors, which were well received.

Bruce thought about it and felt that the ingredients in Diana's house were not very complete, but they were enough to make plum wine. However, if jam was used, the taste might not be as good as fresh fruit.

However, he still placed the raw materials on the island counter and began to calculate the quantities and prepare the pots, pans, and utensils that would be used.

He was busy in the kitchen, while Diana was typing away at her keyboard in her study. Her job was not as easy as it seemed: she had to submit articles to major art magazines and newspapers on a regular basis. Because of the Justice League, she had already delayed a lot of work, so she had to hurry up and finish the manuscript.

Diana's study was elegantly decorated, with wooden furniture as usual. The bookshelves were nailed together with oddly shaped wooden boards, and the window frames and windowsills were uneven, which looked very interesting.

More importantly, there are a lot of green plants here - whether on the shelves, tables, windowsills or next to the chairs, there are green leafy plants. Many of them were brought back from the Amazon, and Pamela was specially asked to help them adapt to the climate here and grow green.

Jingle Bell.

Diana picked up the phone next to her without even looking at it: "Hello, what's going on?"

"Oh, Your Highness. I just read the manuscript you sent me, and there are a few places that need to be adjusted. Previously, Jackson, who is engaged in modern art, made some remarks... in short, they were not favorable to the Democratic Party. Our investors were very dissatisfied, so we need to adjust our evaluation of him..."

Diana frowned slightly on the other end of the phone. She changed her phone to another hand and opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she said, "I won't maliciously smear him, but I will soften my words a little. I'll send it to you after I've adjusted it."

After hanging up the phone, Diana sighed. Art critics are not easy to do. They always have to adjust their tone according to the real-time wind direction. Telling the truth is not a virtue here, but a rope to hang oneself. Even if she can be regarded as an authority in the industry, sometimes she still has to bow to reality.

But it's not that easy to adjust. Diana needs to be as objective as possible and praise him in a subtle way, which is a test of her word choice.

She was so focused that she didn't hear Bruce call him.

"Diana? Diana? Ms. Diana? Her Royal Highness the Amazon Princess? ...Daisy!!!"

"Shut up!!!"

Listening to the roar coming from the study, Bruce curled his lips helplessly and whispered, "The ice maker in your refrigerator is not efficient enough. We have to go out to buy ice. If you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent for me to go out..."

With that, he cast another furtive glance toward the guest room. Clark had apparently fallen into a deep sleep, with an army of kryptonite steel-toothed puppies chasing him in his dreams.

Seeing that the two were quiet, Bruce took the shopping bag and went out. After he left the house, he realized that he was not in jail, so why was he so sneaky?

So he swaggered down the stairs, looked left and right at the empty streets, took out his cell phone to look up the address of the nearest convenience store, and then walked towards that direction.

Clark slept until five in the afternoon, and it was almost dark when he woke up. He stretched out of the door with sleepy eyes, and did not see Bruce in the living room.

He came to Diana's study door and knocked. Diana responded, and Clark pushed the door open and went in.

Diana also fell asleep, sleeping on the computer keyboard, leaving keyboard marks all over her face. Clark immediately laughed, and Diana was still a little confused, not knowing what he was laughing at.

Looking in the mirror, Diana smiled. She rubbed her face, but did not use her divine power to recover. She just stood up and stretched. The two walked out of the study together.

As soon as she walked out of the study, Diana realized something was wrong:

"Where's Bruce?"

"I don't know. I thought he was with you." Clark scratched his head and said, "He should have gone downstairs to buy something. He will probably be back soon."

"Really?" Diana expressed doubt. She took out her cell phone and found that there were no text messages or missed calls. She thought that if something really happened, Bruce would definitely call them.

Clark opened his phone to order takeout. They studied the menu for a long time, and when they had ordered the takeout, Bruce still hadn't come back.

So they sent Bruce a text message and then called him, but the text message didn't show as read and the call didn't go through. Only then did they realize something might have gone wrong.

Clark thought about it, then opened the Doujie interface. As expected, his private message was filled with Bruce's howling:
"I've been kidnapped again!"

"Come and save me, come and save me, come and save me!"

"He got a black Honda and stuffed me in without saying a word. He had a device that completely blocked my vision - I couldn't see anything, and I didn't know where he took me, but judging from the time, I shouldn't have left Metropolis too far..."

"Did you get my message? Come and save me quickly. This guy is very likely your compatriot - I feel like there's something wrong with the way he looks at me..."

“Oh my god, does he not understand me? I said I’m not Batman, not Batman, but he insisted I was Batman! He even asked me to hand over my kryptonite collection!”

"I swear, making this phone has used up all my kryptonite, Clark, you have to believe me..."

"Damn it! This bastard actually attacked me! Great, he succeeded in irritating me. I'm going to teach him a lesson right now!"