Durin's Diary

Chapter 299 The human heart is the inevitable result of life
Mr. Duterte looked a little haggard. He said that his two grandsons and four granddaughters had participated in previous protests and that period had really frightened him.

Fortunately, nothing happened to the children, but the filth between the princes could no longer be hidden, and this time even his grandchildren were in conflict with each other.

That’s right, Mr. Duterte’s eldest son’s two children support the second prince, his second son’s three children support the third prince, and his youngest son’s only daughter supports the fifth prince.

"I really can't stand that family. Those six little brats can start quarreling over a meal." Duterte was assembling the projector while complaining to Dulin.

·His family is also quite outrageous. I used to work in a medical institution and felt that it was very chaotic when I saw the Southeast United Council election on TV. I didn’t expect that their family would become even more chaotic. In the family, there are those who support Northernism, those who support the feudal dynasty, those who support militarism, and those who support the rise of capitalism.

Daju Ruiping laughed so hard that he was out of breath.

Du Lin laughed awkwardly - your family's political spectrum is so bizarre that I don't even know where to start.

But then again, Mr. Duterte's film is still well-made. After using new technology, although some images have obvious distortion and fluctuations, the picture quality is still much better.

This made Dulin put on his helmet and start editing the picture according to Mr. Duterte's wishes.

After a while, Sora came over.

He sat by and watched time pass on the screen until he spoke when Robert Walter's character stood on the city wall.

"The twin spires in the distance belong to the Church of the Twin Mothers, right?"

“Yes,” Duterte replied, turning to meet his eyes. “Hello, I’m Duterte Marcus.”

"Sorah Siri, the tower to the right of the Twin Mothers' Tower would have collapsed on the day Robert Walter entered the city."

"Oh, really?" Duterte looked at his peer again.

"Yes, I hadn't boarded the ship yet that day. I saw with my own eyes that the fireproof bell tower was hit by a cannonball. The bell flew a long way and happened to hit and kill Carillian Meyer."

"Who is she?" Duterte asked curiously.

Du Lin turned the bell tower into a dilapidated state.

"My first love, the Mayer family has produced eleven secretaries and more than twenty assistants. On that day, the last survivor of their family also died." Having said that, Sora took out the cigarette box that Dulin gave him from his pocket and took out a cigarette from it.

Du Lin snapped his fingers, and a spark lit Secretary Sora's cigarette. He took a puff and then pointed at Old Bear: "Duter, I remember you. You were very close to Robert and the others, and we have a good relationship with Jean."

"Uh……"

"It's okay, you stay out of it. You are just a big director making a movie. We won't blame you." Having said that, Sora started smoking and pointed out the omissions in the picture from time to time.

He also made many suggestions on the character's clothing. For example, the Northern sharpshooters at that time always liked to roll up their sleeves, so that the cuffs would not be blackened by the sparks from the long-barreled flintlock rifle when shooting.

But Du Lin found that as the plot progressed, the old man's expression visibly deteriorated.

In the end, Du Lin stopped doing his homework on the pretext of having lunch first.

"Ah, it's time for dinner. We should eat first. Let's go there."

"Come to the Northernism cafeteria and have some simple meals." Sora said and stood up.

When I arrived at the cafeteria, it was full of black-footed kittens. These young cat girls were cooking various foods in front of the pot.

The boys were running around carrying food, and from time to time whole trucks of food were pushed to the military hospital - the sporadic exchanges of fire every day would also bring a small number of casualties, but the doctors and nurses were still hungry for food.

The black-footed cat people are very small and cute. Although they get stuck in the common language from time to time, they are still very popular.

"Are there so many black-footed cats here?" "Yes, they are my subjects." Du Lin said as he came to Xia Li. The little cat girl was standing in front of the cauldron with her hands on her hips, looking very proud. Seeing Du Lin coming, the kitten smiled happily: "Master, you are here. What do you want to eat?"

"Give me a big bowl of spaghetti bolognese," said Du Lin.

"Okay!" Xia Li said as he took out a large bowl from the space under the pot.

The kitten assistant at the side took out a handful of farol noodles and put them into the pot.

The kitten assistant on the other side hummed a little tune, took out half an onion and began to chop it finely.

Her companions began to cut the meat.

Xia Li picked up a few small tomatoes, began to process the stems and leaves, and started to chop them with a knife.

At the same time, she rolled up a small bottle of olive oil with her tail and poured a little into the frying pan beside her.

Her assistants put in the chopped meat and onions.

Xia Li put down the oil bottle with his long tail, picked up the wooden handle and started stir-frying.

At the same time she is also processing cherry tomatoes.

After a while, she poured diced tomatoes and tomato sauce into the pot.

After the assistant put the cooked farol noodles into the pot, Xia Li picked up a wooden spatula and started stir-frying.

I'm starting to understand why your food videos are so popular.

Duter, who was following behind Dulin, sighed and looked at him for a while: "That Sora...didn't he go to the officers' mess?"

“There’s only one cafeteria here.”

Xia Li said as he stirred the food vigorously: "Northerners, we eat together and live together."

Duter was silent. He watched another old man come over and greet Sola. As he walked along, many young people called him Secretary.

He stopped in front of another pot and took a bowl of fried rice from Kitty.

There is very little meat, and there is no soy sauce like in northern China when making fried rice, but salt instead.

"Is this what they eat?"

"Yes, the food in this pot is for the outside world, and these secretaries, assistants, and those in charge below, they will not take food here." To be honest, when Du Lin saw the two old men, the second secretary and the third secretary, eating like this, he was extremely impressed in his heart, because Northernism was different from the ism he was familiar with after all, but the cause these people were doing was similar, which was worthy of Du Lin's admiration.

"I finally understand why you're willing to help them. I haven't seen such character in the northern military camps. Their platoon leaders even eat better than the soldiers." Duterte shook his head. "I thought I'd never see such a scene again... These children who were sent out haven't forgotten their roots."

At this point, the old bear sniffed.

He was holding back his tears.

Daju analyzed.

I know.

Du Lin understood, because in Du Lin's eyes, the old bear's back, which was originally hunched due to old age, straightened up a lot in an instant.

(End of this chapter)