Make France Great Again

When the midday sun penetrated the yellow curtains and extended to the foot of the bed, Jérôme Bonaparte, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, turned his head and stared at him.

At this time, there was no one around Jerome Bonaparte, except for pieces of folded clothing.

These clothes were originally scattered on the ground in the early hours of this morning, but they were neatly placed on the bed early this morning. You don't need to think about it, it must be the credit of Wilnia.

"This girl..." Jérôme Bonaparte said with a helpless smile on his lips, "Didn't I tell her that she doesn't have to get up early today!"

After saying that, Jerome Bonaparte unfolded the folded clothes and put them on one by one. Then he stood up and went to the copper washbasin near the corner. After briefly wiping it with the water in the basin, he turned around and opened it. gate.

"I heard that a man lived in Vernia's room today!"

"Really? Is that really big news?"

"Yes! Wilnia is the dream goddess of the entire hospital! I'm afraid many people are going to cry now!"

"But I heard that the man from Vernia in Paris is very powerful! Do you think it could be him?"

"Impossible! Some big shot has come over recently! By the way, His Majesty the Emperor seems to be here! Do you think it could be..."

"How could it be His Majesty the Emperor! If it were His Majesty the Emperor, would Wilnia still be here?"

"That's right!"

When Jérôme Bonaparte opened the door, he happened to meet two doctors who were discussing the man in Vernia's room.

"Hello!" Jérôme Bonaparte greeted the two doctors with a smile.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!" One of the doctors responded to Jérôme Bonaparte with a trembling voice. He really couldn't believe his eyes that the Emperor of the French Empire would appear in Vernia's room.

What's even worse is that he seemed to have said some disrespectful words just now. I wonder if His Majesty the Emperor heard him or not!

Another doctor also looked at Jérôme Bonaparte with a look of horror. The appearance of the imperial emperor at the Constantinople Military Hospital was really a terrifying thing.

"Do you know me?" Jérôme Bonaparte looked at the doctor in front of him in surprise.

Although he is the emperor of the empire, it does not mean that all the subjects of the empire know him.

After all, he was not yet inscribed on a portrait like his uncle, Emperor Napoleon.

"Before I arrived in Constantinople, I was a doctor in the Strasbourg Military District! I was lucky enough to see you from a distance!" the doctor hurriedly explained to Jérôme Bonaparte.

"That's it!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, and then said to the doctor: "Were you just talking about me?"

"Ah no..." The doctor denied it at first, then nodded and responded to Jérôme Bonaparte: "That's right... we don't know about your relationship with Ms. Vernia!"

"As you can imagine, I am what you call the dog man of Vernia!" Jerome Bonaparte said to the two doctors with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, the two doctors were so frightened that they almost fell to the ground.

If they had known this earlier, they wouldn't have dared to talk behind anyone's back!

"Don't be afraid!" Jerome Bonaparte immediately reassured the two doctors: "I am not an unreasonable tyrant! Like you, I like to discuss some gossip, such as: Why does Franz Joseph always He has a bitter face, why is Albert's health so bad, and so on, but..." Jérôme Bonaparte's tone was slightly harsher: "Let's talk, let's make trouble! Don't gossip behind others' backs. , believe me, no one likes a guy who gossips!"

"Yes! Yes!" The two doctors nodded and bowed in response to Jérôme Bonaparte.

"And more!" Jerome Bonaparte said again: "Don't tell anyone that you have met me! Do you understand?"

"We will definitely keep it secret!" the doctor quickly responded.

"Yes! We will definitely..." Another doctor also responded.

Later, Jérôme Bonaparte separated from the two doctors and walked into the canteen of the military hospital alone.

"Is the meal ready?" Jérôme Bonaparte, standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, asked the chef at the window.

"Please wait a little longer!" The chef, who didn't know Jerome Bonaparte, looked at the extraordinary Jerome Bonaparte in front of him and expected that the person in front of him should be a big shot like a general. His tone He couldn't help but responded respectfully.

"Okay!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, stood at the window, and looked inside from time to time.

The chef at the other end of the window is putting a plate of steaming hot black bread, then pickling the vegetables one by one and compressing them into hard disks, putting them into the boiling pot, and pouring the minced meat on top. .

After about 20 minutes, a steaming pot of vegetable soup was completed.

The chef in the window found a larger bowl and filled a bowl of vegetable soup with more meat and less vegetables for Jérôme Bonaparte. The original brown bread was also replaced with soft bread, and at the same time, he served Jerome Bonaparte with a bowl of vegetable soup. M. Bonaparte with a glass of wine!

"Here is your lunch, please enjoy!" the chef responded to Jérôme Bonaparte after placing all the dishes behind the window.

Looking at the soup and bread in front of him, Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and refused: "Please change it to brown bread for me, and there is too much meat in the vegetable soup!"

"Sir, a noble person like you should eat this!" the chef said to Jerome Bonaparte earnestly.

"Do you know me?" Jérôme Bonaparte looked at the chef in front of him curiously.

"No!" The chef shook his head and responded to Jérôme Bonaparte: "However, I have met many generals, and none of them are as extraordinary as you, so I conclude that you should also be a general!"

"Almost!" Jérôme Bonaparte said perfunctorily, then stretched out his hand to push the food back and said: "Just replace my food with what ordinary soldiers eat! These things should be reserved for those who have suffered. Seriously injured soldier!"

"This..." The chef hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement: "If you insist on doing this, then I respect your choice!"

Later, the chef replaced Jerome Bonaparte's food with brown bread and vegetable soup with only a few shreds of meat.

The original wine was also replaced by a cup of coffee by the chef. For the French soldiers, coffee was better than wine.

Because the latter is often in a state of insufficient supply, while the former has no such worries.

"Thank you!" The hungry Jérôme Bonaparte brought the food to the table in the cafeteria hall to eat.

The slightly warm brown bread caused Jerome Bonaparte's discomfort when he took the first bite. It felt like chewing a whole wheat bread, and the sour taste poured into Jerome Bonaparte. of the mouth.

Jérôme Bonaparte could only endure the discomfort and swallowed the black bread, then gently blew the hot air floating on the vegetable soup and took a sip of the vegetable soup.

A salty feeling filled Jérôme Bonaparte's taste buds, just like the feeling of a certain chef's pickled cabbage and beef noodles.

Jerome Bonaparte felt that the vegetable soup in front of him could no longer be called vegetable soup. He should simply call it salty soup!

Those with lighter tastes will not be able to enjoy this delicacy at all.

With his mouth filled with both sour and salty sensations, Jérôme Bonaparte couldn't wait to drink the coffee. The bitterness in the coffee covered up the taste of black bread and vegetable soup!

Is this what they use to feed patients? ! ! !

Jerome Bonaparte's face had a hint of anger. He couldn't believe who could eat these things.

Just when Jérôme Bonaparte wanted to get up and settle accounts with the chef, a group of soldiers entered the restaurant and said to the chef at the restaurant window: "Quick! Bring me a lunch, preferably with wine!"

"No wine! Only coffee!" the chef responded lightly.

"Okay!" the soldier responded decisively.

The chef began to serve the soldiers. The soldier who picked up the plate turned around and saw Jerome Bonaparte. They hurried to Jerome Bonaparte and asked enthusiastically: "Brother, do you want to come together?"

"Okay!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled slightly.

The soldiers sat together with Jerome Bonaparte. One of the soldiers sitting at a dining table looked at Jerome Bonaparte carefully for a while and asked in an uncertain tone: "Are we there?" Have you seen it before? I always feel that you sound familiar!"

"I don't know about that!" Jérôme Bonaparte shrugged and responded nonchalantly: "Many people say that I have a popular face that looks like everyone but doesn't look like anyone else!"

Jerome Bonaparte's remarks dispelled the soldier's doubts. He also nodded and responded to Jerome Bonaparte: "Who doesn't have a public face?"

After saying that, the soldiers began to devour the black bread, as if the sour taste of the black bread was a piece of cake for them, and no one showed any discomfort on their faces. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com

"Don't you feel sour?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked the soldiers in surprise.

"Sour?" The soldier also looked at Jérôme Bonaparte in surprise, then nodded and said: "Listening to what you said, it is indeed a bit sour! But it doesn't matter, it's good to be able to eat these!"

"Yes! Compared with Britain, we are very good!" Another soldier also said, "I have seen their food. To be honest, the things they gave me are better than just giving them a stick." Wood chewing!”

After saying that, the soldier took a sip of vegetable soup with a happy smile on his face!

Looking at the group of soldiers feasting in front of him, Jerome Bonaparte fell into deep thought.

Is it really my problem?

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