"It seems you have appreciated the taste of this wine."
Seeing Soshyan's expression, Tirian immediately put down his wine glass, pointed to a plate on Soshyan's right with his fork, and said with a smile:
"This wine goes well with the rose mushrooms from the Ghoul Star Region. You can try it. They need to be stored in a freezer at minus 40 degrees for decades or even hundreds of years before they can be transported here. The Ghoul Sector is notoriously dangerous, and out of ten ships, only one may return, and this is even the most optimistic scenario."
Soshyan looked at the silver plate, where there was an ingredient that he thought was a flower before, because it looked as bright red as a rose and had cascading petals. Nitrogen gas that kept the temperature low was constantly floating on the plate.
Then he picked up the object, which was less than a quarter of the size of his palm, and put it into his mouth. As he chewed it, it felt like fruit exploding in his mouth.
Then a complex flavor, a bit like pickled rose sugar and mushroom soup, spreads in the mouth and quickly merges with the wine's aftertaste to form a back-to-basics umami-sweet taste.
But then a sense of guilt appeared in Soshyan's heart. He knew that every bite he drank and ate was worth enough to buy the spire of the hive in the lower world, but he would not blame Tirian, after all. They were on Terra, the top of the empire's power pyramid. People like Tyrion probably rarely considered these things, and it was too extravagant to ask them to consider them.
But after Tyrion ate a strange amber fruit, he suddenly said:
"Chapter Master Soshiyan, do you find it disgusting to see all this, thinking that we are addicted to pleasure and don't care about so many people who are struggling to survive?"
After taking a sip of priceless wine, Soshyan said softly:
"Perhaps. I did before, but this expedition taught me a lot. If I really want to say this, the value of every set of power armor we wear and every explosive bomb we use will never be as valuable as These poor people on the table, we are also diners, and we are more greedy diners. You are chewing delicacies, while we are chewing war. But nothing is more greedy and luxurious than war. Perhaps war seems more meaningful. , but the difference is not big for other people, not to mention that for ordinary people, regardless of status, various physiological needs exist objectively. It is unrealistic and normal to require everyone to be like a saint. , but I personally still don’t like this, and I won’t hide my likes and dislikes.”
"You really surprise me, Chapter Master Soshyan."
Tirian raised his glass, and Soshyan immediately did the same, and their glasses touched each other lightly.
"In the Empire, demanding harsh demands on others is the most common situation, or to put it bluntly, the Tribunal is based on this view. Small mistakes of others must be severely punished, and one's own sins can always be forgiven. The Empire has always encouraged With this kind of atmosphere, it’s no wonder that this expedition, which I thought was impossible to go on, was actually completed by you. Understanding and tolerance are easy to say, but very difficult to do."
At this time, a chef came over pushing a dining cart, followed by Tyrion's secretary.
"You must try this dish. It is said to have a history of 30,000 years."
While the chef was busy preparing, Soshyan noticed something and then smiled:
"Minister Prime Minister, it seems you don't have a servitor in your house?"
Tyrion waved his hand.
"Yes, I hate those ugly things that are neither human nor ghost. Either use robots directly, or just use living people. I can't understand the benefits of half-human and half-machine at all. Anyway, I never let them In my house and garden, all my attendants, even the cleaners, are ordinary human beings who have been educated in the best schools and will in the future obtain their place in the bureaucracy, so they Parents are also happy to have their children serve here."
Soshyan smiled slightly.
"You must have arranged a lot of people in various departments."
Tyrion shrugged.
"It's just a normal operation for an old bureaucrat. I can't do everything myself."
At this time, the chef had opened the lid of the dinner plate, and the heated plate was still steaming. Inside was a ball of something that looked like bread, with a yellow puff pastry on the outside. Then under Soshyan's curious eyes, the chef ate. The knife cuts through the puff pastry, revealing a bright red cross-section.
The chef put the cut piece into a heated porcelain dish, dotted with green leaves and petals, and then Anna Murza Jack brought it to Soshyan.
"Thank you."
Soshiyang nodded with a smile and looked carefully at this delicacy that was said to come from 30,000 years ago.
It looks like a piece of tender pink meat from an unknown animal wrapped in pastry, but there is a circle of black stuff where the pastry contacts the meat, because this thing is relatively small compared to Soshyan's body. So there is no need to use a knife, just pick it up and put it in your mouth.
It was fresh, tender and smooth, with just the right amount of salty and sweet, and he also tasted it. The black layer should be the sauce made of fungi.
The taste is not amazing, but it is indeed delicious.
He was more curious about what kind of creature this meat was, because it was very different from the most common Grox meat, but it was definitely not from poultry.
"Prime Minister, what is this made of and what is it called?"
"Ha, this original name is no longer reliable, but it is said that it came from the palace after the Great Rebellion. The former Primarch Dorn liked this dish the most, so it is also called the Guardian Dish. Its material is a The almost extinct native cattle of Terra are currently only bred in the Golden Livestock Farm in the City of Prayers. Let’s just say that anyone who lives shorter than me is basically not qualified to enjoy this ancient animal. There are only 15 chefs in the entire Terra who can cook this dish. Gordon has served me for thirty years and he is trying to pass on his skills to his three sons."
Soshyan looked at the energetic chef in his fifties, who also bowed slightly to him.
"This is a great dish, thank you very much for your skill."
The chef looked a little nervous. It was probably the first time he had faced a legendary Astartes, and it was so huge. After swallowing his throat, he whispered:
"Do you want another one?"
"Thank you if you can."
After the meal, the atmosphere between the two of them was very harmonious. Soshyan had a deeper understanding of this imperial prime minister who seemed to like luxury and was bloated on the outside, but in fact was exquisite and clear on the inside. He was not just an indulging in political games and bureaucracy. A pure politician who plays tricks. In fact, Tyrion has some unusual attention to the military and the war situation in the empire. Although this is not within the scope of his responsibilities, he will still collect as much information as possible on various theaters and fronts in the empire. , although it was too late when a lot of information was delivered to him.
But this also makes him the person who has the clearest understanding of the current situation of the empire. Sometimes Soshiyang wonders whether in a sense, he is anesthetizing himself by being so extravagant, just like a person facing an irreversible situation. Usually the choice is alcohol.
Tyrion may have wanted to do many things, but reality held him back.
Soshyan felt that if he could get along with this kind of person, he should also be able to cooperate.
And the other party's real purpose of inviting me will probably be known soon.
More updates tomorrow
(End of chapter)
