Zhu Yunwen felt very uncomfortable eating this meal.
Not only did he let Zhu Rong act in front of his grandfather, but he also acted like that.
Although there was a layer of white gauze on the ground, they were still sitting on the ground. The food and wine were also placed on the ground. There was not even a table.
It felt like all the Confucian etiquette he had learned in the past ten years had been in vain.
Moreover, the food was very unpalatable.
Although the food was indeed a little simple, because of his grandfather, they had a lot of simple meals in the palace. They ate some buns, steamed buns, and other dishes.
However, he had never eaten such shabby food before.
This steamed bun was coarse and made one's throat ache. It was completely different from what they ate in the palace.
That was because he never ate simple food.
He had no idea that the flour provided by the palace was the finest of fine noodles, which was definitely different from the coarse noodles that ordinary people ate.
However, when he saw his grandfather holding the yellow wine in one hand and the meat bun in the other, smiling and eating with a greasy taste in his mouth, he didn't say anything.
If he didn't say it properly later, who knew if he would offend his grandfather again and give him another good scolding.
Looking at Zhu Rong who was also eating enthusiastically, he had nothing to say.
He could only endure the discomfort and bite the half-eaten bun in his hand.
He had already been trampled under this guy's feet many times today. He couldn't possibly be trampled by this guy again!
Zhu Xi didn't notice Zhu Yunwen's thoughts and was eating a big bun.
When he had transmigrated, he had indeed felt uncomfortable eating these things, and his throat was also sore.
However, after living for so many years, he was already used to it.
Zhu Yuanzhang was even more adapted.
As a beggar, he had eaten all kinds of horrible food. In order to survive, he had even eaten Guanyin clay. How could such white buns not taste sweet in his mouth?
Moreover, what he was eating here was the sacrifice of the people of Ming Dynasty to his son. It was the gratitude of the people of Ming Dynasty to his Zhu family!
Eating with everyone was like Zhu Yuanzhang being with the people and having fun with them!
How could he not be happy!
However, at this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened and his pupils constricted. It was as if someone had stabbed a sword into his heart, and his expression turned solemn!
Not far away, a group of densely packed figures meandered toward them.
They were wearing tattered clothes, their faces were yellow and skinny, and their eyes could not hide their fatigue and sadness.
"Young Master, please be kind and reward me with food."
A youth walked over to Zhu Rong.
The young man's hair was unkempt and his face was dirty. His hair was as rough as a withered branch, and there were some yellow mud marks on it.
The clothes that were covered in patches on his body were obviously too big. The ones that were rolled up and worn on his body were also stained with many yellow mud marks.
Although his skinny body was very thin, as thin as a piece of wood, it was as if a slight gust of wind could blow him down.
A pair of bright eyes were filled with desire. On his young face, he tried his best to put on a fawning smile and humbly stretched out his thin and weak palm.
Looking at those eyes, Zhu Rong's heart couldn't help but thump.
He sighed faintly and got up from the ground.
She took the two buns left on his plate and gave them to the young man." Eat."”
The young man's eyes lit up and he cupped his hands in gratitude." Thank you, Young Master! Thank you, Young Master!"
Zhu Rong thought that he would immediately grab it and eat it, but he did not expect to thank him first. He was also stunned for a moment.
There were not many people who could still have a conscience when they were so hungry!
"It's nothing, it's nothing!"”
"Don't call me Young Master. I'm not a Young Master. My name is Zhu Rong. I'm just like you, a commoner!”
"Where did you guys come from? Why are so many people suffering?"
"We are the original martial artists of Chen Province. The Yellow River flooded and flooded our village. We have nothing to eat, so we can only come out to beg for food.”
The young man said as he reached out for the bun.
However, when he reached into the air, he looked at his dirty palm and could not help but retract his hand. He wiped his clothes, but no matter how hard he wiped, he could not wipe off the dirt on his hand.
Chen Zhou's Original Martial Arts?
Zhu Rong's eyes darkened.
Seeing the young man wipe his palms on his clothes, his expression changed even more.
He took the initiative to pick up the bun and placed it on the young man's palm." Eat it."”
"Thank you, Young Master!"
The young man looked at the bun in his hand and thanked him excitedly.
However, he didn't eat it immediately. Instead, he carried the two buns and ran towards the nearby reef.
young master
Looking at the young man's running figure, Zhu Xiong shook his head with a smile.
Fine, so be it.
Calling him so respectfully could also be considered as a small token of his appreciation.
Following the young man's running figure, Zhu Xiong saw the old man leaning against the reef and nodded his head with even more emotion.
"Wait a minute!"
The young man turned around blankly." Young Master, do you have any other instructions?”
Zhu Rong picked up his plate of steamed buns and said,""Take these steamed buns too.”
The young man looked at Zhu Rong in disbelief, then waved his hand.
"Thank you for your kindness, Young Master. No need, no need, I don't need so much!”
"It's okay. Take it over and eat it."
Zhu Xiong said with a smile, while meaningfully glancing at the old man on Reef's side.
As Zhu Rong looked over, the young man frowned. He bit his dry lips and bowed to Zhu Rong.
"Thank you for your kindness, Young Master!"
"Chen Zhou Yuan Wu!"
Seeing the youth leave, Zhu Rong frowned and muttered with a complicated expression.
You stood on the bridge and looked at the scenery, but the person who was looking at the scenery was looking at you from upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
Zhu Rong stared at the young man, and Zhu Yuanzhang, who was sitting at the side, was also staring at him.
This child is indeed our eldest grandson!
Just like when he was young, he was kind and approachable!
"You're such a kind child!”
Zhu Yuanzhang praised in gratification.
Although the appearance of this group of refugees had hurt his heart, Zhu Rong's kind gesture had given him a lot of comfort.
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