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

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

This street is a famous street of artists. Many painters, sculptors and spray painting art lovers like to rent houses here, mostly in the first floor store, the second floor studio and residence. Diana's house is no exception.

But the difference is that she is not engaged in art creation, but an art critic. At the same time, as an Amazon princess, her apartment is also used to host people from all walks of life, so it is quite spacious and the decoration is full of Amazon style wildness.

The whole house is made of logs, and the floors and walls are made of wood. The decorative patterns do not require soft vines, but are mostly made of rough bark, vibrant branches and leaves, and animal fur. The soft decoration is 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 into the large sofa in the living room, spread his hands and sighed a long sigh.

Clark looked at the newly added artwork on the shelf of the entrance, and Diana lowered the bag in her hand and said, "There are drinks and snacks in the refrigerator, you can take them yourself. If you are tired, go to the guest room for a while, but you are absolutely not allowed to go to my study - if my manuscript is lost, I will throw you all into Vulcan's stove!"

Clark yawned and said, "I'm a little tired. Lex stocked up a lot of kryptonite, and I felt uncomfortable staying at his house. I'll go to bed for a while."

Hearing this, Bruce sat up from the sofa with a "scarlet" and said, "When are you going to sleep? I also thought 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, "We'll set off at 4:30 and can avoid the evening rush hour."

"There's no evening rush hour," Diana said. "Didn't you read the news just now? The city government declared a state of emergency in the city and the roads were controlled everywhere. There were cars in the nearby streets. "

After saying that, she closed her hair and sighed and said, "I still have two articles left. I guess it will take you 5 o'clock to finish it. Otherwise, you can watch TV for a while or buy pizza back."

"We'll buy it back," Bruce said immediately, "Do you have wine at home? Or do you want us to buy some?"

"There are red wine and ice wine, but you probably can't get used to it. However, when I issued the emergency notice before, I stocked up some fruits. You buy some base wine and we can make it ourselves."

Bruce cheered, then went to the kitchen to check the inventory. Clark went back to sleep and Diana went to work. However, both of them had one ear and one eye staring at Bruce to prevent him from causing a big trouble here.

Diana's house has a beautiful open kitchen. The cabinets are dark brown lacquered wood, with white marble countertops, and the walls are decorated with Amazon totem braids. The original wine cabinet is filled with various root carvings.

Bruce picked up a few carvings and looked at them - although they were strangely shaped, they were actually nothing special - and then he began to check the inventory again.

Diana stocked up a lot of lemons, fresh fruits including grapes and honeydew melons. In addition, there are raspberry sauce and sour plum sauce made in season. Bruce quickly thought of how to make it.

When he was idle, Bruce had tried cooking. Unfortunately, he really had no talent in this regard: he was not very accurate in controlling the seasonings, and he always liked to have a flash of inspiration. The failed products were not only unpalatable, but also had a surprising appearance. The high emotional intelligence saying is that Elsa shook her head when she saw it. She should be able to summon Brand over when she put it on the ground.

However, because Selena likes to eat sweets, Bruce tried baking several times. He is still a little talented in this regard, but in fact, it is mainly because the baking system is relatively mature, and the number of grams of powder is accurate in putting in various ingredients is just about to follow the recipe. Wayne Manor has all kinds of machines, so there is really no room for failure.

Of course, his desserts are barely edible. If you really want to know how to work in the kitchen, you have to mix bartenders.

This is not a niche hobby in the United States, and it does not just make cocktails in bars. What is more popular is party wine. If you can take charge of the party drinks, you will definitely be the coolest figure in the whole school.

There is actually no skill to make party wine, but it is not easy to make it well because it is simple: it cannot be too intoxicating, and it can make people vomit after drinking a few sips, nor can it feel nothing at all. It tastes like juice, and you must grasp the slight drunkenness of the spectacular feeling. Every party boy or party girl must know a master of bartending.

As for why Bruce didn’t find such talent before? It’s because he didn’t have a reference - which Batman in the entire multiverse would be able to play party wine?

Even he tried it with Robins when they were about to attend school gatherings. After receiving widespread praise from his classmates, he discovered his own advantages.

After that, Bruce took advantage of this and contracted party wine mixes for all acquaintances. What he was best at was fruit wine, especially tropical blends and a variety of plum flavors, which could be said to have received rave reviews.

Bruce thought about it and felt that Diana's home was not very complete, but it was enough to make plum wine, but if you use jam, the taste may not be as good as fresh fruit.

However, he still placed the raw materials on the island, began to calculate the amount of the raw materials, and prepared the pots and pans to be used.

He was busy in the kitchen, and Diana typing the keyboard in her study. Her work was not as easy as it seemed: she had to provide articles to major art magazines and newspapers at regular intervals. Because of the Justice League, she had delayed a lot of work and had to hurry up and drive out the manuscripts.

Diana's study is elegantly decorated, and it is still made of wooden furniture. The bookshelf is nailed with strange-shaped wooden boards, and the window frames and window sills are also uneven, which looks very interesting.

More importantly, there are a large number of green plants here - whether it is on the shelves, desktops, windowsills or next to the chairs, there are green leaves. Many of them were brought back from Amazon, and she specially asked Pamela to help adapt to the climate here and grow green.

Dingling.

Diana picked up the phone next to her without looking at it: "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Oh, Your Highness. I just read the manuscript you sent, and there are a few places that need to be adjusted. Jackson, who was engaged in modern art, published some... In short, it was a remark that was not conducive to the Democratic Party. Our investors were very dissatisfied, so they needed to adjust their evaluation of him..."

Diana on the phone frowned slightly. She changed her phone and opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she said: "I won't maliciously slander him, but I will make my wording softer a little. I'll send it to you after I adjust it."

After hanging up the phone, Diana sighed. Art Review is not so easy to do, and she always has to adjust her tone according to the real-time wind direction - to be honest, this is not a virtue, but the rope that hangs. Even if she can already be called an authority in the industry, she sometimes has to bow to reality.

But it is not so easy to adjust. Diana wants to praise him less obviously while maintaining objective conditions as much as possible, which tests the quality of wording.

She was too focused to hear Bruce call him.

"Diana? Diana? Ms. Diana? Dear Princess Amazon?...Daisy!!!"

"Shut up!!!"

Listening to the roaring sound from the study, Bruce curled his lips helplessly and whispered: "The ice maker in your refrigerator is not efficient enough, we have to buy ice outside. If you don't make a sound, I will pretend that you agree to me to go out..."

After saying that, he glanced at the guest room sneakily. Clark was obviously in a deep sleep, and an army of kryptonite steel-toothed puppy was chasing him.

Seeing that neither of them was moving, Bruce took the shopping bag and went out. After they both left the door, he realized: I was not in jail, why are I so sneaky?

So he walked downstairs with a swagger, looked around and looked at the empty street, took out his mobile phone to check the address of the nearest convenience store, and walked towards the other side.

Clark slept until five o'clock in the afternoon, and when he woke up, it was almost dark. He stretched out with his waist and didn't see Bruce in the living room.

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

Diana fell asleep, lying on the computer keyboard, causing her face to be filled with keyboard marks. Clark immediately laughed, Diana was still a little confused, not knowing what he was laughing at.

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

As soon as he walked out of the study, Diana found something was wrong:

"Where is Bruce?"

"I don't know, I thought he was with you." Clark scratched his head and said, "I should go down and buy something, right? I guess I'll be back in a while."

"Really?" Diana expressed doubts. She took out her cell phone and looked at it, 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 and prepared to order takeaway. The two studied the menu for a long time and ordered the takeaway, but Bruce still didn't come back.

So they sent a text message to Bruce and then called again. The text message did not show that it had been read and the phone could not be reached. Only then did the two realize that something might have happened.

Clark thought for a while, and then opened the Fighting World interface. Sure enough, his private message was filled with blues howlings:

"I'm fucking kidnapped again!"

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

"He got a black Honda and stuffed me in without saying a word. He had a kind of equipment that could completely block the field of view - I couldn't see anything, and I didn't know where he took me, but judging from time, it shouldn't be too far away from the Metropolitan..."

"Have you received my message? Come and save me quickly. This guy is very likely your fellow countryman - I feel something is wrong with his eyes looking at me..."

"Oh my God, does he not understand human words?...I said I am not Batman, not Batman, he insisted that I am Batman! He also asked me to hand over my collection of kryptonite!"

"I swear, I've used all my kryptonite in my cell phone. Clark, you have to believe me..."
Chapter completed!