The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the end, Bruce still couldn't muster up the courage to use the kitchen utensils here, not because he was timid, because he just saw a person leaning next to take drugs and put a handful of plant roots in the pot.

He doesn't require the dishes to be completely clean and hygienic, but at least they can't be poisonous, right?

Coming downstairs, Bruce decided to survey the terrain first. At this time, it was almost dusk, and there were still a lot of people on the street, so it was quite noisy. Bruce felt that he was out of place here, and everyone took a strange look. looked at him.

Bruce knew that not many people knew him, and Bruce was more famous in the upper circles, because those people could afford entertainment magazines and often saw him fooling around in bars.

However, people here can basically only afford ordinary newspapers, which rarely have gossip, and if they don't read magazines, they probably don't know what Bruce looks like.

Bruce looked down at his clothes. He wasn't that stupid. He came here wearing a famous brand. He was wearing unbranded clothes, just like the Gotham citizens who usually walk on the street.

Bruce thought that the problem might be his shoes. He had just rushed over from the shareholder meeting and didn't have time to change out his leather shoes, and he forgot to take off his watch. It might be a bit out of place here.

The watch is easy to handle, just take it off and put it in your pocket, but if you take off the leather shoes, where will he find them?

Bruce looked around and found that many people wear boots, which is indeed a good choice. After all, Gotham has rain all year round, and a pair of sturdy rubber boots can prevent your feet from getting wet.

Bruce was lucky. He found a shop selling boots on the corner of the street. When Bruce went there, there was no one there. He leaned his upper body into the closed shop and asked, How much are the rain boots?

The store owner who was doing the accounting looked up at him and said, $5, plus $2, an umbrella...

Bruce raised his eyebrows, not because he thought it was expensive, but because he thought it was too cheap. He reached out and took a pair of boots from the cabinet next to him. After looking at them, he found that the materials were thick and the joints were well made. So he said, Give me a pair of boots and an umbrella.

The store owner said, Put that pair down in your hand, it's a showpiece, wait a minute.

With that said, he walked into the inner room, took out a pair of boots, added an umbrella, and handed it to Bruce. Bruce didn't pick it up immediately, but took a look at it. After receiving it, he also checked it carefully. Then he handed the money to the store owner.

On the way back, Bruce found a small shop selling hot dogs on the side of the road, and he bought another hot dog for two dollars.

Back in the rental house, Bruce immediately changed his shoes, took off his watch and hid it, then opened the package of the hot dog and took a bite.

The next second, he frowned vigorously. The hot dog's bread and hot dog sausages were not bad, but there were too many sauces. The moment he took his mouth, those sauces poured into his throat directly. Made him almost throw up.

In addition to the rich mayonnaise, there is also a spicy chili sauce. Several slices of pickled cucumber chili rings are placed in the hot dog. There is almost no smell of bread or meat of sausage, and only the taste of sauce is left in the mouth.

Bruce endured the discomfort, ate the hot dog, and then ran to the faucet to drink two sips of tap water.

Finally suppressing the weird smell of spices, Bruce coughed hard twice, shook his hands, and leaned on the edge of the sink, he thought, maybe he was too hypocritical, in the slums, there are too many sauces , should be considered an advantage, right?

But soon, he realized that he was too young, because before 20 minutes, he started to have a stomachache.

Before, he was stunned by the mouthful of sauces, and hurriedly went to the water pipe to drink water, but he forgot that this is not his manor, there is no terrible and expensive water purification system, here is In the slums of Gotham, Mendeleev didn't know what was in the tap water.

His stomach, which is used to light food, is not used to the huge pile of chili sauce and chili rings. Coupled with the tap water like the periodic table of chemical elements, Bruce squatted in the toilet all night, and he didn't get better until the middle of the night. At one o'clock, lie on the bed and fall asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already close to noon. Bruce thought of going to work early in the morning, but now he was faced with another problem, that is, what about lunch?

Yesterday's dinner did not give him any energy, but made him a little dehydrated. Now he is thirsty and hungry, and he dare not eat or drink anything, for fear of causing gastroenteritis again due to bacterial problems.

Now he understands what Maggie means. It is really difficult for people who did not grow up here to live, because in addition to a firm will, a flexible mind, and strong endurance, you also have to Has a stomach of steel.

Enduring weakness, Bruce felt that he still had to cook by himself. He decided to buy some food, but he didn't know where to buy it. Fortunately, when he went downstairs, he met the Asian woman who was cooking before.

This woman lived on the third floor, and she told Bruce that he could go to a nearby street, where there was a vegetable supermarket. If he wanted to buy meat, he could only go a little further to the next slaughterhouse.

When he came to the place where the woman pointed the way, Bruce found that the prices here were really cheap, and the boots, umbrellas, and hot dogs he bought before might have been cheated.

The price is less than a dollar. You can buy vegetables that will make him a full meal. Although the vegetables here are not very fresh, and some even look like defective products eliminated by high-end restaurants, they are at least edible.

Bruce felt that he had to buy a pot, because no one knew what was cooked in the pot in the communal kitchen.

Bruce asked the vegetable peddler where he could buy pot. The black peddler thought for a while, scratched his head and said, Why don't you go to the grocery market next door?

On a street not far from the vegetable supermarket, there is a grocery market that sells everything, hardware parts, daily necessities, second-hand goods, pots and pans...

Bruce did see pots for sale, but the problem is that the pots here are all second-hand, and they don't look right, or in other words, most of the things here don't come from the right way.

Bruce saw the logo of a restaurant he was familiar with, and the reason why the set of dishes appeared here was definitely not donated by this restaurant out of kindness.

Walking on the road in the grocery market, Bruce seemed to have come to a large-scale sale of stolen goods. He thought, no wonder, Selena would live here, no wonder, every time he didn't catch Selina on the spot, the stolen goods disappeared overnight.

But there is no way, he has no choice at all, he knows that it is impossible to have that kind of organic supermarket in the slums, Bruce walked around for a long time, and finally picked a frying pan, and he also tried bargaining for the first time, and then he It turned out that he was really cheated before.

The price of this ordinary frying pan was 3 dollars, and the final bargain reached 60 cents. Finally, Bruce left the grocery market with an iron pan and a lot of vegetables, walking on the road with a figure heavier than Batman.

Afterwards, he went to the slaughterhouse to buy some fresh minced beef. When he returned to his residence, Bruce didn’t dare to wash the vegetables with tap water, and he didn’t even dare to use it to wash the pot. He could only fill the pot with water, put it on the stove, and burn it. After boiling, pour out the water, then scrub carefully, and then boil a pot of boiling water to let it cool down, and use it to wash vegetables.

By the time everything was done, it was already past lunch time. Bruce, who was always used to eating on time, felt a little pain in his stomach.

After he started frying beef patties, Bruce felt even more uncomfortable. This kitchen is not designed. No matter which direction Bruce stands in the pot, it is the downwind outlet. There is no range hood, and the oily smoke from frying meat keeps blowing into his face. He jumped up, choking so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

The stove uses a gas tank, but the knob has been in disrepair for a long time, and the fire can't be controlled well. Sprinkle a handful of spinach leaves and stew for half an hour.

Bruce was not very good at cooking, and being able to cook the dishes was already regarded as his extraordinary talent. He really couldn't grasp the heat that was closer to metaphysics.

When eating, these uncooked vegetables made it even more difficult for him to swallow. After eating for more than an hour, the sun was setting, and he just finished his lunch. When he was washing the pot and dishes, he was caught by the setting sun The afterglow was so piercing that he couldn't open his eyes.

Before that, he never thought that he was such a hypocritical person. He felt that his willpower was very strong. He could run a kilometer after being shot twice. He had tried countless pains and was still willing to step on the battlefield.

Such a great hero never thought that he would be defeated by trivial matters.

He never thought that he didn't want to cry because of the wound left by the vicious criminal, but was choked up by the smoke and fire in the world hidden in the twilight light.

The bat fell headlong to the bottom of the cliff, only to realize that there is no grand battle to be fought here, and the biggest enemy he has to face is the trivial but ubiquitous unsatisfactory. It is not difficult, but One wrong step and there is no room for recovery.

After finishing his meal, Bruce was sitting on the small balcony in the living room, listening to the drunks yelling upstairs, the husband and wife quarreling downstairs, smelling the stench brought by the garbage trucks on the street, and feeling the surge of gastric juice. Quietly watched a sunset.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he had been liberated, which was an effect that no psychological treatment could achieve.

Because here, the death of parents may be very sad, but they don't have much time to grieve, because they have to go to work to pay rent, buy vegetables, cook and go to the market, eat, sleep and take out garbage.

Grief, grievance, entanglement, and nostalgia are best compressed into a few days. If they are entangled for ten years like Batman, they may starve to death.

Only the bats hanging high in the attic have the time to imagine themselves as the avengers in the dark, and the human beings standing on the ground only want to think about what to eat tomorrow.

What are you going to eat tomorrow!