The deepest part of the black building
Zhu Di was carrying a large red vine lunch box and stood expressionlessly in front of the iron gate for a while.
After doing his ideological work, Zhu Di took a deep breath and said to the two soldiers trapped in the camp beside him,
"Open the door."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Blah blah blah.
The trapped soldiers walked aside, and two giant men of equal height and weight stood in front of a huge roller, one behind the other.
Bend down, exert force, hold the iron handle, and rotate in the same direction at the same time.
The huge roller drove the chain and slowly lifted the large iron door in front of Zhu Di.
Just looking at the height and thickness of the iron gate, let alone Mengxu Timur, even if an elephant is locked inside, it would be fine.
But the imprisoned Mengxu Timur did not look like a prisoner, but like someone on vacation.
Lying on his side on the ground, after hearing the noise outside, he opened his sleepy eyes and glanced listlessly outside.
After seeing that the person coming was Zhu Di, Mengxu Timur couldn't help but his eyes lit up, he jumped up like a carp, rolled up from the ground, and laughed and said,
"Hahaha, it's finally here! I'm starving to death. Why are you delivering so late today?"
Zhu Di walked in. Yesterday he brought a four-layer mahogany lunch box, but today he brought a mahogany lunch box with six layers!
"I added two extra dishes for you, so I came a little late."
"I'll go! What day is it? Are you Han people celebrating a holiday today?!"
Zhu Di lifted the lunch box in front of Mengxu Timur and put it down. Mengxu Timur wiped his mouth and stretched out his hand to pull the lunch box.
But the lunch box was placed very carefully. Even though Mengxu Timur had tightened the chains that bound his limbs, he still could barely reach it.
Mengxu Timur realized something was wrong, his face sank, he frowned and looked at Zhu Di, and said in a dissatisfied voice,
"Judy, what do you mean? Are you kidding me?"
Zhu Di hugged his shoulders and said nothing. He walked to the other side of the lunch box, opened the lunch boxes one by one, spread them flat on the ground, and introduced them with familiarity,
"Dongpo meat."
“Steamed seabass.”
"meat ball with soy sauce."
"Beggar's Chicken."
"...."
As Zhu Di was talking, he himself swallowed and spit. Not to mention Zhu Di, even Mengxu Timur, who had always had little pursuit of food and drink, swallowed and spit.
The aromas of various meats mixed together and penetrated directly into the kernels of Mengxu Timur's head,
Mengxu Timur usually didn't have any requirements for food, but that was because their food was not delicious.
At this time, the Ming Dynasty was nearing the end of China's feudal dynasty. All kinds of food methods had been developed, and several major cuisines emerged one after another.
It’s rare in normal times, that’s because ordinary people simply don’t have the financial resources to eat like this.
In short, in one sentence, never underestimate the Chinese people’s pursuit of delicious food.
It took a lot of effort for Zhu Di to prepare these dishes in the bitterly cold Kohevo.
However, as long as Mengxu Timur's mouth can be pried open, all these efforts will be worth it.
"Are you greedy?"
Zhu Di asked in a devilish whisper.
After all, Mengxu Timur has a firm mind. No matter how greedy he is, he still has to insist that he is not greedy.
"What's so greedy about this? The food I usually eat in the royal city is better than these."
Zhu Di handed one to Mengxu Timur. I watched your performance quietly,
Mengxu Timur was in a stalemate for a while, then defeated and said,
"Okay, I admit, our food is not as varied as your Han people.
But it’s enough to eat to satisfy yourself. If you have this time to think about how to make food taste better, why not do something else. "
Zhu Di smiled and said nothing. He picked up a piece of fat and thin Dongpo pork with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
A mouthful of meat, a mouthful of wine, delicious food,
"Hey, give me a taste too. Don't eat alone. Don't you Han people have a saying? If you eat alone you will have black poop. Aren't you afraid of black poop?"
Zhu Di glanced at Mengxu Timur in surprise.
"Have you learned all these words?"
You must know that apart from communicating with himself, Mengxu Timur basically had no one to talk to him. The soldiers guarding the black tower were all just like their leader Gao Ni. They were big boring gourds.
Therefore, even if Mengxu Timur wanted to eavesdrop on others, he would not be able to hear anything.
"Of course, it's not difficult."
"Want to eat?"
Mengxu Timur nodded fiercely, and Zhu Di smiled and said, "Okay, I think it's okay, but you have to answer me a question first."
When Mengxu Timur heard this, he looked at Zhu Di warily and said,
"I won't answer questions that are too personal. Don't think you can bribe me with just two mouthfuls of food."
"Do not worry."
"Then ask."
Zhu Di looked directly into Mengxu Timur's eyes and asked seriously,
"What do you think a person should pursue in his life?"
Although Lao Zhu has taught Xiao Zhu that what he pursues in life is nothing more than wealth, power, and beauty.
Think carefully about Mengxu Timur,
For the sake of power, he did not hesitate to kill his father with his own hands.
For the sake of wealth, he used iron and blood to suppress the small countries around Timur.
Moreover, in his position, there is no shortage of women at all.
Look at it this way, Mengxu Timur is a man with all five poisons and can do anything.
On the other hand, he is full of desire for everything, but it seems like he has no desire for anything.
It is difficult for others to understand such a person.
When Mengxu Timur heard Zhu Di's question, he answered straightforwardly without thinking,
"Do you still need to ask? The most important thing for a person to live in this world is to leave his own traces.
And the bigger the mark, the better! "
Mengxu Timur had a arrogant look on his face, and Zhu Di was a little surprised. He never expected that Mengxu Timur would give him such an answer.
"What? Scared you?"
Zhu Di shook his head slightly. After listening to Mengxu Timur's answer, he finally understood all the motivations of Mengxu Timur's actions.
Leave traces of your existence,
Yes, isn't everything he does for this purpose?
"Can I eat? I'm almost starving to death."
"Wait a moment."
Although Mengxu Timur showed dissatisfaction, after hearing Zhu Di's words, he still waited aside and complained,
"What nonsense, let's talk about it together, don't waste time!"
Zhu Di took out a rolled paper tube from his arms. Mengxu Timur looked at it curiously, wondering what tricks Zhu Di was going to play.
Zhu Di took out the paper tube from his arms. Don't open it in a hurry. Instead, he asked meaningfully,
"Since you want to leave traces, do you know how big this world is?"
