Make France Great Again Chapter 620

When the noon sunlight stretched through the yellow curtain to the foot of the bed, Jerome Bonaparte, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and turned his head to look beside him.

At this moment, there was no one beside Jerome Bonaparte, except for the folded clothes.

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 have to think about it, you know, it must be Virnia's credit.

"This girl..." Jerome Bonaparte showed a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth, and said to himself, "Didn't I tell her that I don't have to get up early today!"

After he finished speaking, Jerome Bonaparte unfolded the folded clothes and put them on his body one by one, then got up and went to the copper washbasin near the corner. After briefly wiping with the water in the basin, he turned to open it. door.

"I heard that there was a man living in Virnia's room today!"

"Really? Was that really big news?"

"Yeah! Virnia is the dream goddess of the entire hospital! I'm afraid many people will cry now!"

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

"Impossible! Some big man has come here 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 was His Majesty the Emperor, Virnia would still be here?"

"That's right!"

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

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

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

Even worse, he seemed to have said some disrespectful words just now, and I wonder if His Majesty the Emperor heard it or not!

The other doctor also looked at Jerome Bonaparte with a horrified expression. The appearance of the Imperial Emperor at the Constantinople Military District Hospital was really a terrifying thing.

"You know me?" Jerome Bonaparte looked at the doctor in front of him with a look of surprise.

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

After all, he is not yet stamped on the head like his uncle, Emperor Napoleon.

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

"So it is!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, then said to the doctor: "Are you talking about me just now?"

"Ah no..." The doctor first denied it, then nodded to Jerome Bonaparte and replied, "That's right... We don't know your relationship with Madame Vernia!"

"As you think, I am the dog man of Virnia that you call me!" Jerome Bonaparte said to the two doctors with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, the two doctors were almost paralyzed to the ground.

If they had known this earlier, they would not dare to talk behind their backs!

"Don't be afraid!" Jerome Bonaparte immediately reassured the two doctors: "I'm not an unreasonable tyrant! Like you, I like to discuss some gossip, such as: Why does Franz Joseph always A bitter face, why is Albert's body so bad, etc., but..." Jerome Bonaparte's tone was a little more severe: "Let's talk about it, let's talk about it! Don't talk about it behind your back. , I believe that no one likes a guy who chews his tongue!"

"Yes! Yes!" The two doctors responded to Jerome Bonaparte with a nod and bow.

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

"We will be tight-lipped!" The doctor responded quickly.

"That's right! We will definitely..." Another doctor also responded.

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

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

"Please wait a little longer!" The chef, who did not know Jerome Bonaparte, looked at Jerome Bonaparte, who was very imposing, and predicted that the person in front of him should be a big man like a general. His tone Involuntarily, he responded respectfully.

"That's good!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, standing at the window, looking in from time to time.

The chef at the other end of the window is putting a plate of steaming brown bread, and then one after another, marinated and compressed into a hard round cake-shaped vegetable, into a large boiling pot, and poured over the cut meat puree. .

After about 20 minutes, a steaming pot of vegetable soup is ready.

The chef at the window found a relatively large bowl, and served a bowl of vegetable soup with more meat and less vegetables for Jerome Bonaparte. The original brown bread was also replaced with soft bread. M. Bonaparte with a glass of wine!

"This is your lunch, please enjoy it!" The chef responded to Jérôme Bonaparte after placing all the dishes in the window.

Looking at the soup and bread in front of him, Jérôme Bonaparte shook his head and refused: "Please replace me with black bread, and there is too much meat in the vegetable soup!"

"Monsieur, a noble person like you should eat this!" said the cook bitterly to Jerome Bonaparte.

"You know me?" Jerome Bonaparte looked curiously at the chef in front of him.

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

"Almost!" Jerome Bonaparte said perfunctorily, then stretched out his hand and pushed the food back again: "Just replace my food with what ordinary soldiers eat! These things should be left to those who suffer. Seriously wounded soldier!"

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

The chef then replaced Gérôme Bonaparte's food with black bread and vegetable soup with only a few shreds of meat.

The original wine was also replaced by a cup of coffee, which was better for French soldiers than wine.

Because the latter is often in a state of insufficient supply, while the former does not have such worries.

"Thank you!" The hungry Jerome Bonaparte brought the food to the dining table in the dining hall.

The slightly steamy black bread caused Jerome Bonaparte's discomfort at the first bite. This feeling was like chewing a whole-wheat bread, and the sour taste poured into Jerome Bonaparte. of the oral cavity.

Jérôme Bonaparte could only swallow the brown bread with all he could to endure the discomfort. Then, he gently blew the hot air floating on the vegetable soup, and took a sip of the vegetable soup.

A salty feeling filled the taste buds of Jerome Bonaparte, just like the feeling of a certain master's old altar sauerkraut and beef noodles.

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

People with slightly lighter tastes are not lucky to enjoy this kind of food at all.

Gérôme Bonaparte, whose mouth is full of sour and salty tastes, can't wait to drink the coffee. The bitterness in the coffee hides the feeling of black bread and vegetable soup!

Is this what they use to feed the sick? ! ! !

Jerome Bonaparte's face was slightly angry, he couldn't believe who could eat these things.

Just when Jerome Bonaparte wanted to get up to 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 indifferently.

"Also!" The soldier responded decisively.

The cook began to serve the soldiers. The soldiers who picked up the plate turned around and saw Jerome Bonaparte. They hurriedly came to Jerome Bonaparte and asked enthusiastically, "Brother, do you want to join us!"

"Yes!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled slightly.

The soldiers sat with Jerome Bonaparte, and one of the soldiers sitting at a dining table looked at Jerome Bonaparte carefully for a while and asked in an uncertain tone: "Where are we? Have you seen it? I always feel that you are familiar!"

"I don't know about that!" Jerome Bonaparte shrugged and responded casually: "Many people say that I have a popular face, and I look like no one else!"

Jerome Bonaparte's remarks dispelled the soldiers' doubts. He also nodded to Jerome Bonaparte and responded, "Who doesn't have a popular face!"

After speaking, the soldiers began to gulp down the brown bread, as if the sour taste of the brown bread was a piece of cake for them, and no one showed any discomfort on their faces.

"Don't you feel sour?" Jerome Bonaparte asked the soldier in surprise. ~www.mtlnovel.com~ sour? The soldier also looked at Jerome Bonaparte in astonishment, then nodded and said, "Listening to what you said, it is indeed a bit sour!" But it doesn't matter, it's already very good to be able to eat these! "

"Yeah! Compared to Britain, we're pretty good!" Another soldier also said, "I've seen their food before, and to be honest, it's better to give them one of the things they give them. Wood chew!"

After speaking, the soldier took a sip of the vegetable soup and had a happy smile on his face!

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

Is it really my problem?

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