Due to his unhealed injuries, Bruce's face remained sowhat pale, and his speech was sowhat feeble.
His relaxed state didn't allow him to cover up this weakness with the abilities of Batman, and he seed particularly vulnerable. However, this made Diana like him a lot more—she was really afraid of dealing with a persistent playboy.
"To be honest, I don't think the poor developnt of agriculture in the tropolitan Area can be entirely blad on the topography. Yes, the East Coast is largely hilly, but the quality of the arable land isn't bad. The climate in the tropolitan Area is also suitable for small-scale pastoral and fishing activities. So if these industries don't flourish, the governnt has to bear so responsibility too," Clark said.
As soon as Clark finished, Diana's eyes lit up. She knew that the young man in front of her really knew what he was talking about. So, she imdiately responded,
"That's right. Those councilors always say that the hilly areas are not suitable for large-scale agriculture. But there's plenty of flat, fertile farmland in the tropolitan Area. It's just because of the skewed policies that the farrs are not living good lives."
Diana sighed lightly, but then said, "Still, they're gradually realizing this. Hopefully, they can host a large-scale agricultural fair. This won't only boost the confidence of the farrs but also promote their communication and perhaps attract more investnt into farming."
"However, because of the tropolitan Area's previous lack of attention to agriculture, the Ministry of Culture and Tourism couldn't co up with a decent plan. The Departnts they're cooperating with don't know about farming, and both the big dia and newspapers know even less. They're not even sure what aspects to focus on in their reports about the agricultural fair."
Diana's tone conveyed deep frustration. It seed that Ms. Curator had hit many walls along the way. Finally having a chance to speak up, Diana couldn't help but complain,
"The curator told that they should popularize agricultural products and let people understand the differences between different types of beans. The deputy curator said that we should start from the soil and let people experience farming firsthand."
"The co-workers at my side kept pushing the issue back and forth. The bosses of the newspapers did not take it seriously or understand it. So of them were particularly fond of giving instructions, saying that they had invested in farms in Canada, but could not even differentiate among different kinds of wheat."
Lois also smiled bitterly and said, "No one knows if this is just a rash decision by the Parliant. We're the only ones suffering, running around every day and unable to find a solution."
Clark pondered for a mont, then said, "No, I don't think this is a rash decision. They're really serious about doing this right."
"Why do you say that?" asked Diana.
"As you should know, my recent reports have been about Gotham. What's surprising is that Gotham is really striving for change, whether it's in architectural renovation, tourism developnt, gaming industry, or exploring the possibilities of fishing in their beaches. All these have brought about distinctive changes in the city."
"Although people think of tropolis as soon as they ntion the East Coast, both Gotham and tropolis are gacities with many similarities in their histories, geographies, and economic cultures."
"And sotis, Gotham has an advantage as Wayne Enterprises provides a lot of job opportunities for the city. If they make a full effort to reform, the pressure will surely fall on tropolis."
"So tropolis wants to take action through agriculture?" Diana nodded thoughtfully, saying, "This is indeed a good idea. No matter how much Gotham reforms, they can't get into agriculture. The weather there is too poor."
"That's why we must get this right," said Lois anxiously. "It can provide a better life for the farrs of the tropolitan Area while also affecting livestock farming and fishing."
Diana also nodded her agreent. The drive from the city to the small town was not short, but not too long, either. But, the things they had to talk about were seemingly endless. They hadn't even finished their superficial conversation when the car already reached the entrance of Kent Farm.
Diana got out of the car, the breeze fluttering through her hair. The cool comfort of it prompted her to let her hair down, her elegant black tresses wafting in the wind.
"What I envy most is your hair," Lois comnted, her hand reaching out to touch Diana's long hair, "Paradise Island is such a wonderful place. When I take a long vacation, I want to go there and enjoy myself."
Diana smiled and said, "Once you've visited, you should write an article on our tourism industry, we'll all appreciate it."
"I heard that Amazon is actively developing its tourism industry," Clark pushed open the gate to the farm, leading them all inside, "Maybe you and Bruce could have a conversation about that, Gotham is also recently focusing on tourism."
Diana glanced at Bruce – during their conversation about the agricultural situation in the tropolitan Area, he had dozed off during the car ride, not uttering a word. It piqued her interest in him.
For many won, a man's charm doesn't lie in his ability to interrupt others in a strident voice, sharing his views, but rather in his ability to remain quiet at the right ti. The charm of a good listener, offering a sense of safety with reduced aggressiveness.
Before they entered, Bruce stood at the door, letting others change their shoes first. Clark took a glance, and though Bruce showed no expression, Clark could see a trace of amusent on his face.
Sure enough, as soon as Diana walked in, before even placing her other foot down, Martha's screams and Jonah's praises had already flooded in. They marvelled at Diana for a full three minutes, with not a single repeated word.
When Lois entered, they imdiately repeated all the topics about Lois that Clark had ntioned after starting work, and then complinted her for a few minutes, again, without repeating a word.
Bruce, standing by the door, originally wanted to see how these two new guests would fare, but unexpected, Diana flicked her black hair and said
"When I saw Clark for the first ti today, I knew that he must have had a beautiful mother. I'm not talking about appearance, but Clark's speech and manners made imagine imdiately a gentle, beautiful, considerate and patient lady, just like my mother."
"Thank you, ma'am, I see you're cooking in your pot. I heard from Clark that you've prepared a feast. If it's okay, may I help? My father brought back so dried fish from his trip to Canada, the soup made from it is very delicious." Lois also stepped forward and opened the bag in her hand.
Martha imdiately covered her mouth, patting Jonah's arm forcefully and saying, "I always said we should have had a daughter! Look at these beautiful and polite young ladies... How lucky their mothers must be!"
"Co in, girls, dinner's almost ready. And you too, Bruce, don't just stand there, go sit by the table."
Bruce, who was leaning against the door, sighed softly. Diana and Lois's relaxed manner reminded him of his own previously diagnosed ntal condition.
But this didn't delay him. After starting the al, seeing the mountain-like pile of food on Diana's plate gave Bruce a brief mont of schadenfreude.
Soon, this feeling was replaced by astonishnt. Diana, with speed that was almost a blur, devoured the food in her plate. In the end, she even lifted the plate and poured every remaining morsel directly into her mouth.
In the end, the beautiful black-haired princess gave Martha a thumbs-up, who broke into a broad grin in return.
Moms in this world always share one thing in common – they love children who can eat well.
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