Facing Selina's roar, Bruce was like a crumbling coconut tree in the storm, and it wasn't over yet. Selina raised her tone angrily and said.
"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 the barbershops in the East End are very expensive!"
"You think I buy 39-cent cookies because they are cheap or because I had a hard time in childhood, but I buy them purely because the cookies of this brand are very sweet from the cookies to the chocolate chips 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 simply 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 Thalia Algur'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 something the fuck?! Can’t I just do it for my own comfort?!!!”
"Ding!"
The sound from the oven in the kitchen interrupted Selina's roar. She froze on the spot and looked at Bruce. Bruce turned around and walked to the oven, took out a huge iron plate from the oven, and put it on
Arrive at the island.
Selena 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 gloves. 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 judging from my analysis of the cookie dough, their production department is very faithful in adding them.
Every item on the ingredient list comes with a little surprise.”
"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.”
Selena just stared blankly at the cookies on the table, and then looked up into Bruce's eyes, which contained incredible sincerity, 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?”
Selina 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 use your $120,000...
Oven, copy the poor man’s cookies that cost 39 cents a bag?!”
"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 pinched a piece of cookie with two fingers, which was exactly the same as the cookie she bought in terms of shape and smell. It was so crisp that it seemed to fall apart when touched.
Selina could see the marks of hand pressure on it, and before her eyes, after she left, Bruce was alone in the kitchen carefully shaping the cookies into a round shape with his fingers.
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 120,000 efforts to make it as round as possible.
Selena put the cookie into her mouth.
She didn't pretend to be polite and bite a small piece, but 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, or 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 immunity have been challenged by this for over two decades, 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 would be bluer in dim light. She let out a cry 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 sadist!"
"I thought I would get a higher rating for this plate of cookies."
"Here we go again." Selena 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 one last time. This trick doesn't work for me.
, I will never pick up a stray dog on a rainy day!”
Selena 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, noodles and extreme sweetness are mixed.
The wonderful smell rushes directly into the brain from the nasal cavity, giving a heavy blow to the dopamine secretion organ.
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.
of 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,
Just as Bruce was about to speak, Selina stretched out a hand and said, "Listen to me first, Bruce, and then you can express your opinion, okay?"
"First of all, it is a common problem for rich people that you do not believe that poor people can also enjoy suffering. It is 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 poor people become rich, they will be ashamed of their experiences when they were poor. Any mention of such past remarks will hurt their sensitive self-esteem."
"And the habits that were brought out of the ghettos can be forgiven, but eradicated and better ones provided."
"So the news often says that the way a rich man expresses his love for his partner is that he doesn't mind her poor background at all and can 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 desserts very much 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 unfounded 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.
"This is so sweet...sorry."
Bruce's movements 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 savored the strong bitterness of the two chocolate beans in that bite, and then said: "I'm sure this is the only advantage, and I'm very worried about your sense of taste now. This is the worst thing I've 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 have to..."
"Oh, don't say that you did it because I'm worth it, or that it's your way of expressing 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 the woman named Thalia a paw in the eye when I was extremely angry. 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's 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 sex 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 have been disappointed."
Bruce turned his head and saw Selina directly climbed over the island and sat on the edge. She reached out to pull 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 and so on."
"What are you doing 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 now we can talk about that unresolved issue?"
"Of course, but plastic bags are out of the question."
"Then this fishtail wedding dress is perfect for you..."
"Not really...oh, I'll say it again I don't pick up stray dogs! Bruce!"