My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

On the other side, the Time Hotel

Old Zhu left, and the braised pork trotters rice is gone too.

Left with no other option, Chen Mo had to order another dish.

So I watched "Ming Dynasty" while waiting for my braised pork trotters rice.

"Ding-a-ling!"

The wind chimes rang, and the door was pushed open again.

"That's strange! There are usually hardly any people here, why are there so many today!"

Chen Mo muttered something to himself and looked towards the door.

A man dressed in a black military uniform with gold dragon patterns, wearing a black cloak, and with a gleaming sword at his waist, stood at the door.

His face was resolute, his brows carrying the imposing aura honed by his long military career and supreme authority, his eyes sharp as an eagle, and his sweeping gaze exuding an undeniable sense of oppression.

"Oh? This place is quite unique?"

The man's first reaction was not surprise or doubt, but rather a strong interest and curiosity in something new.

He even wiped the countertop with his finger with great interest, looking at the dust that wasn't actually on his fingertip.

"In such a desolate place, there is such a... peculiar inn? Kid, your business is quite novel."

Chen Mo looked at this man whose aura was in no way inferior to the previous two groups of men and skillfully put on a professional smile.

"Welcome to Temporary Inn. Boss, you have good taste; our place is quite unique."

Chen Mo looked at the man's attire, paused, and continued.

"You... just finished fighting?"

"After the war?"

Upon hearing this, the man raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing across his face, but it quickly turned into a playful smile.

"Hehe, you little shopkeeper, you have a good eye. Indeed, I... am Fang Hui from the Northern Expedition."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's nostrils twitched slightly twice.

A faint aroma of meat wafted into his nose, and the man, having just returned from a northern expedition, immediately felt his stomach rumble with hunger.

He followed the scent and his gaze fell on the table next to the counter.

There was an empty bowl there, which had been scraped clean, leaving only dark brown broth; not a single grain of rice remained.

"Hmph! Look at this clean bowl! I wonder which poor old man hasn't seen any oil or grease in ages, eating so frivolously, like a starving ghost reincarnated!"

The man couldn't help but tease him.

He could even picture a ragged old man wolfing down his food from a bowl, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"But it does smell delicious! Kid! Give me one too!"

Just as he finished speaking, Chen Mo's phone rang.

"Your takeout has been delivered to your door. Please pick it up promptly."

Chen Mo's lips twitched, and he sighed as he looked at the man's intrigued expression.

never mind!

I'll wait a bit before ordering!

Chen Mo went out and brought the takeout in.

The man took the takeout, lifted the lid, and there it was again: the glistening, tender, and tempting braised pork trotters rice.

The aroma is irresistible, and the flavor is even more potent than the lingering taste.

The man took it without hesitation, grabbed a piece, and took a big bite.

Next second

"Ugh!!!"

The man's sharp eyes widened instantly.

The soft, savory, and slightly salty gelatinous skin melts in your mouth, while the rich, yet not greasy, fat layer bursts with a strong meaty aroma.

The lean meat, stewed to perfection, required almost no chewing; the rich broth, a blend of soy sauce, caramel coloring, and spices, instantly captivated all his taste buds!

This taste! This texture!

God!

The man no longer cared about imperial decorum; his hands moved faster, his mouth opened wider, and he was so engrossed in the kiss that he was completely absorbed.

The Northern Expedition was arduous, and he ate and lived with the soldiers on weekdays, so the food wasn't very good.

Now, if you suddenly eat a bite of braised pork knuckle rice with modern, edible ingredients, you'd definitely find it hard to resist the temptation.

He was completely oblivious to the juices getting on his beard, munching away with gusto, his mouth dripping with oil.

Soon, the man devoured a large portion of braised pork knuckle rice along with the side dishes.

He even picked up the bowl, still wanting more, and drank the remaining sauce in it clean.

Finally, he stuck out his tongue and rather inelegantly licked the oil off his fingers, letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Tsk! Delicious! It smells fucking good!!!"

Only then did he snap out of his daze, remembering how he had eaten, and his old face flushed with a rare hint of embarrassment.

He even tried to save face, clearing his throat and forcing an explanation:

"Ahem... Hmm... This thing may look ordinary, but its taste is truly... unique, quite to my liking during my campaigns!"

"As for why I ate so fast just now? It's simply because I was hungry!"

Chen Mo's stomach ached from trying so hard to suppress his laughter, but since he was still a customer, he couldn't very well embarrass him in front of everyone, so he nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, yes! The Northern Expedition was arduous, so it's normal to be hungry."

The man nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this.

He glanced at the empty bowl again, his expression completely different now.

"Young man, this dish... is excellent! Remember how to make it; I want the Imperial Kitchen staff to learn it too!"

He gave the order, clearly very satisfied with the pork trotter rice.

After eating and drinking his fill, the man patted his stomach and was about to stand up and leave when he suddenly saw the scene on the television.

At this moment, the screen shows the grand scene of Yongle ascending the throne and receiving tributes from all nations and praises from officials in the imperial court.

A strange feeling welled up inside me.

The man leaned closer to the screen, and when he saw what was on the screen, he was stunned for a moment.

But soon an irrepressible and increasingly intense sense of pride and joy appeared on his face.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The man suddenly burst into laughter, the sound so loud it seemed to shake the dust off the counter.

He pointed to the spirited Emperor Yongle on the screen and turned to Chen Mo.

"Who took this picture?! I will reward him! I will reward him handsomely!"

He watched with great interest, even with an attitude of commentary and appreciation.

His achievements were recognized and his fame spread, which was exactly what he wanted.

Looking at his appearance, Chen Mo vaguely guessed which emperor he was and spoke up.

"This drama is called 'Ming Dynasty,' and it tells the story of Emperor Yongle, Zhu Di."

"Oh? It's me?"

Zhu Di's laughter paused slightly. He turned his head, his sharp eyes sweeping over Chen Mo, gleaming with shrewdness and inquiry.

He glanced at Chen Mo, then looked around, and chuckled.

"So, you're not from the Ming Dynasty, but from a later era?"

Zhu Di looked at the television with great interest.

"Is this how future generations will portray me?"

He stroked his short beard, his eyes shining with an astonishing light.

"You've acted out everything about me?"

Chen Mo nodded.

"Pretty much, not just you, but your son and grandson were also portrayed."

Chen Mo added in a low voice.

"Of course, there are some oddballs too..."

Zhu Di didn't hear the last sentence and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

A moment later, he looked at Chen Mo again.

"How have later generations judged me?"

"Later generations will judge you... Although your ascension to the throne was somewhat... well, you were indeed a good emperor who could fight battles and govern the country well. You revised the Yongle Encyclopedia and ushered in the Yongle Prosperity."

Chen Mo paused, then muttered to himself.

"He was also the Grand General of the Northern Expedition under Emperor Renzong of Ming, Zhu Gaochi!"

"Is seizing power a bit...well?"

Zhu Di didn't hear what Chen Mo whispered, because his attention was entirely focused on the first sentence.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing within them.

But this was quickly overshadowed by even greater pride, which he dismissed with a wave of his hand, appearing completely unconcerned.

"Hmph, what a pedantic view! The world belongs to the virtuous and the capable! How can those corrupt scholars slander the prosperous era I have created?"

After saying that, Zhu Di looked at the screen again, and the more he looked at his own heroic figure, the more satisfied and proud he became.

"Dad! You saw it too, didn't you?!"

"You shouldn't have passed the throne to that brat Zhu Yunwen!"

"Wouldn't there have been far fewer problems if you had just sent it to us directly?"