At Clark's house, Bruce put down the phone in his hand, turned, and said, "Lamborghini headquarters is sending a professional technician to teach us how to operate this tractor."
"As expected of Lamborghini!" Clark immediately praised.
"You should be saying, 'As expected of Bruce Wayne!' If it were anyone else, do you think they'd even bother with you?" Diana rolled her eyes and said, "I guarantee they're wondering just how awful this billionaire's driving skills must be for him to dent a sturdy tractor four times in two days."
"All right, gentlemen, shouldn't we be doing something useful now?" Diana turned to Clark on the couch and said, "What exactly are we planting in that field? How are we planting it? And how will it help Metropolis's Agricultural Products Expo?"
"Yesterday, Martha and I discussed it. That patch is still better suited for vegetables. It's close to the creek, the soil is fertile, and the vegetables it produces are all-natural and will be delicious. I think iceberg lettuce, cabbage, or spinach would all be good choices."
As if he had suddenly thought of something, Bruce's lips curled into a slight smile. He looked at Clark and asked, "Can we grow broccoli?"
"Of course. Broccoli isn't very demanding about soil. It belongs to the cruciferous family, just like cabbage, and like iceberg lettuce, it's a long-day crop. It grows well here... Do you really like broccoli that much?"
"Are we growing this plot for ourselves, or are we selling it?" Bruce asked again.
"Mostly for sale," Clark replied. "We can eat some ourselves, but we can't eat that much. If it sits in storage, it'll spoil. Usually, we sell it in town or in the nearest city. It helps us save up a little money. It's not much, but it's better