Zhu Yunyu's dinner was placed in the old man's Yong'an Palace.

To be precise, the dinner for the three of them Zhu family was placed here. The three of them sat on the table, and the queen Zhao Ning'er was busy with the palace servants.

This was also the rule left by the old man back then. In the early years, no matter how late the old man and Zhu Biao separated, they must return to the palace to have dinner with Queen Ma.

It’s not that there are many exquisite meals. The meat in the harem after entering the palace is mostly mutton. A pot of hot stewed lamb chops, a few pickled jars, and silver shredded flower rolled millet cakes.

The kitchen was steaming outside. I heard that Zhao Ning'er's mother entered the palace in the afternoon and specially brought a few domestic chickens to the old man.

"Si!"

The old man took a sip of soybean wine, then frowned, and then picked up a chopstick of Su Ziye, and chewed it in his mouth.

Seeing this, Liujin smiled and picked up a piece of lamb chop with long skin and put it in his mouth, and started to smack like the old man who was eating.

"I'm not happy, smack your lips, the old man said, "I'm not lucky to eat!" The old man smiled and corrected Liu Jin's behavior, "Don't learn from my ancestors. We are from a mud-legged family. I can't change my lips in my life. You are the prince, and you'll have a great banquet for ministers in the future. You'll smack your lips like feeding pigs in the Golden Palace. How can you eat them?"

Liujin giggled, and the old man touched his head, "Your grandfather's little hand was like smacking his lips when he had dinner with us. We sucked it over and hit it directly from the table to the ground. What a good grandson, you can't smack it!"

This is biased, when my son slapped his lips and slapped his mouth to death. When he reached his great-grandson, he just coaxed him with kind words. He could only coax him, but others were not qualified to do so.

Then, the old man shouted to the outside, "The big rooster in the kitchen, add more sauce, it will be fragrant when the taste is strong. Fry it a little dry, the big rooster from last year is just a chewy bit!" As he said that, he looked at Zhu Yunxiu, "Your mother-in-law delivered it in the afternoon, and we just started slaughtering it."

Speaking of this, the old man sipped a sip of wine, put a piece of old vinegar and chewed it in his mouth, "Wow, sour and appetizing!" Then, he looked at Zhu Yunxiu, who was eating millet cake in small stutters, and said, "If we want to say that the method of killing chickens has improved a lot than before!"

"In the past, I used to kill a chicken, press my neck and cut my head, and I would put the blood everywhere! Now I have learned how to do it, pinch the chicken's neck and spread the mouth apart, and use scissors to see the crop. There is no blood, and it will still calm down!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunhuang knew that the old man had something to say, so he put down his job and listened with his ears.

"I heard that you are going to kill someone?" The old man looked at him squintedly and pinched the wine cup. "I just became the emperor for a few days and started killing me? Learn from us. Boy, we endured it for more than ten years before we started!"

"The grandson is not trying to kill people, but some cases cannot be killed!" Zhu Yunxi sighed, "Hey, today my grandson understands why you always shouted in Fengtian Palace and was so heartbroken!"

"We are so angry. What's the pain of killing people? Isn't the one who dies?" The old man's radish skin clattered, and his words seemed to be pointing.

Zhu Yunyu felt a little guilty and quickly changed the conversation, "It's different from when you founded the country. At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, you had to use these people, so you endured those years. Now..."

"If you are stable today, no one can cause trouble!" The old man interrupted Zhu Yunxi with a smile. "It is difficult to find a toad with three legs. There are many scholars with two legs, right?" He said, sighing for a while, "You are the head of the family, and we don't want to interrupt in general. But this time..." As he said, the old man hesitated for a few moments, "Big grandson, we don't want you to learn from us! Big grandson, we... don't want you to be famous. Some things, just carry them. If you carry them, we feel uncomfortable!"

Zhu Yunxi smiled, "Grandpa, I am not accused of being famous, and my grandson has long been ready!" As he said, he smiled bitterly, "In life, if you are afraid of being humiliated, you have to look at others' faces. It's too tiring! Even if you look at others' faces, people will say they are weak and incompetent and say they are accommodated in everything."

"A mouth grows on others, just like no matter how good a scholar writes, it will be picky. No matter how many good a rich man does, some people will seek fame. No matter how poor a poor man is, some people say that a pitiful person must be hateful."

"Grandpa Emperor, you have also taught your grandson to live in the present and live a good life now. Whoever says what he says? Don't you often say that you won't farm after hearing the cicadas call?"

"Ha, you boy!" The old man grinned and nodded, "You can say this to show that you have grown up. When your father was there, he would stop him with a blunt face when he killed someone, and even fight with us. He is far inferior to you at your age!"

Mr. Zhu Yunyu picked up a chopstick of lamb chops and continued, "The most urgent thing for grandson now is one thing, that is, administration. When the country is rich, it will inevitably breed corruption. It is like ordinary people who are united when their families are poor, and when they are rich, they all think about their own efforts, thinking about internal struggles for money."

"Your old man's Qingming government in the Hongwu Dynasty must be passed down. Only when the officials are in peace can the national government be implemented. Otherwise, those in power will be kowtowers who are doing their best to shout long live on the surface, and those who are unvirtuous in private who are thieves and prostitutes who are jealous of money. Our Ming Dynasty cannot even compare with the donkey dung eggs on the surface, and not all the whole is rotten, so they will burn high incense, let alone go further!"

"My grandson also told the minister that killing people is a bad trend. Whoever feels hard will hit the road. If you don't kill now, you will be unable to kill when Wen Tianwu plays!"

The old man ate lamb chops in big mouthfuls, even chewing the bones, and said vaguely, "We love to listen to you." As he said, he looked at Zhu Yunxiu, "But if someone else kills you, you will kill your family..."

The old man was worried after all, for fear that Zhu Yunyu would make a bad start.

"We have a son, and you will have a son in the future. If your generation starts, you will kill someone who will not recognize him!" The old man tried to make his tone appear calmer, "I will come to this generation of Liujin, then..." As he said, he sighed, "I actually know some things, but when we are old, we will be thinking about love when we are old. No matter how bad it is, it is your uncle..."

He is old, but he is not confused.

The biggest source of such a big case is the King of Zhou. If you continue to investigate, you may find out which son he is. What he is worried about is that his eldest grandson is young and does not know the depth of the matter. The tone is too high, and he is squeezed by those stubborn civil officials, and it will be difficult to end in the end.

"Grandpa, grandson knows it in his heart." Zhu Yunxi smiled softly, "Don't worry!"

People are selfish, no matter what they say normally, they always help their relatives and ignore them when they encounter problems.

For the sake of the old man, Zhu Yunyu had already thought of the future for the princes. Now they are more greedy, and in the future they will be more wilderness.

At this moment, Zhao Ning'er came in with a large plate of fried chicken and smiled, "Old man, try the fried chicken made by his grandson's wife, and it's fried dry as you say!"

A plate of fried chicken was bright in color and covered with oil flowers.

"This is yours!" The old man put the chicken legs into a bowl of six kilograms, then picked up the chicken's head and said with a smile, "This is ours!"

After saying that, he aimed at the cockscomb and took a bite.

"Yeah! It smells good!" The old man praised, "Good grandson, do you know that there is Qin Hui in this chicken's head!" As he said that, he spread the chicken's head with both hands, "Look, does it look like there is a villain kneeling inside?"
Chapter completed!