The tight hoops locked on the neck were opened, and the strong magnetic shoes on the feet were also taken off.

After the four prison guards left, Zhou Huan stood quietly in front of an office gate and was stunned for a while.

Then, the door of the office in front of him slowly opened, and then Zhou Huan smelled a special smell.

The smell was like putting dried salted fish in a pile of fermented flour, and then pouring it on a bucket of slurry that had been stored for many days. There was also a mixture of a dead mouse that had been dead for many days.

In this era, it is rare to smell such a disgusting smell.

However, this smell made Zhou Huan feel so familiar.

Unable to help wrinkling his nose, Zhou Huan stood at the door and hesitated for a moment. Could it be that this is a "ritual" to welcome the new prisoners?

After smiling, Zhou Huan walked out.

To his surprise, there was a man sitting in the room.

To be precise, he is an old man in military uniform.

The old man's military uniform was quite fit and clean, but his military rank was just a lieutenant colonel. His gray head, gray beard, and his whole body looked as if he had such a spirit. But if Zhou Huan wanted to tell him what kind of temperament he was, Zhou Huan could not organize the right words for a while.

In front of the old man, there was a metal dining table, and underneath his body was a comfortable recliner. Now the old man was lying down in a very comfortable manner, looking at the scenery outside the window, shaking the recliner leisurely.

The cool autumn breeze blew into the room from the window, bringing a cool breath. If there was no disgusting smell on the table, from here, I would never have imagined that this is the largest prison in Country D, but instead it looks more like a leisure hall.

The only thing Zhou Huan didn’t understand was that there were several foods on the table that looked very beautiful, and even a bottle of iced wine. How could it give off such a frowning smell?

Zhou Huan's arrival made the old man turn his eyes from the window to him.

The old man's eyes did not change at all, and they were still so turbid. He looked Zhou Huan carefully from head to toe, stretched out his fingers to a metal chair not far away, and then said softly: "Sit!"

Zhou Huan held back the pungent smell and sat on the chair.

The old man reached out and picked up a piece of toasted golden bread slices from the table, held a knife in his right hand, dug out a large piece of dark gray from a crystal-clear bottle, and began to spread it onto the bread slices, like applying butter.

With this touch, Zhou Huan immediately felt a stronger stinking smell. His nostrils swelled twice, resisted not speaking, and watched the old man's every move seriously.

The old man applied it very carefully and evenly applied a side of the bread slices. Then he put down the knife, held the bread slices, and asked Zhou Huan with a show of flaunting: "Young man, this is a very famous delicacy in China, called stinky tofu. Do you want to taste it?"

It's indeed stinky tofu!

Zhou Huan smiled on her face, no wonder the smell was so pungent and unbearable.

Although I knew that this thing smelled smelly and tasted fragrant, this unique "fragrance" made Zhou Huan resist it and had no chance to get rid of it.

"No, thank you!" Zhou Huan shook his head.

"Young people, I really don't know how to appreciate the delicious food!"

The old man seemed very disappointed with Zhou Huan's refusal, but he was not for himself, but for Zhou Huan's missed such deliciousness: "There are not many such superb delicacies now."

As he said that, the old man carefully took the slice of bread and delivered it to his mouth, bit off a piece and chewed it. Judging from the satisfied expression on his face, he was truly enjoying this deliciousness.

After taking a big mouthful, he smacked his lips as if he was aftertaste. The old man picked up a wine glass beside him and put the bright red liquid to his mouth and took a sip.

It is the first time Zhou Huan has seen this way of eating stinky tofu, and it is a very exaggerated expression of enjoying delicious food. Zhou Huan dares to bet that it is extremely rare to have one out of a million people.

"Oh, sorry, once there is delicious, I will forget the people around me."

Obviously, the old man was very dedicated just now, "This bottle of red wine is just right. Do you want to try it?" It seems that the old man is very interested in sharing delicious food with others.

Zhou Huan refused again.

"What a young man!"

The old man was even more regretful: "This is the best red wine, which is collected from a small area near the river in the Bordeaux wine area in Europe. The sunshine hours of the picked grapes from blossom to picking are strictly controlled to 1,300 hours. The private estate is hand-picked, carefully selected oak barrels stored for ten years. On average, it can only produce dozens of bottles every year. It is not available every year. You don't like such a top-quality grape. Oh, I really don't know what to say about you."

As he said that, the old man sighed, and drank the red wine in the glass and poured out another glass.

Listening to the old man's preaching, Zhou Huan was stunned. Who would have thought that there would be such a top-notch old man in a prison far away from the world?

Then, the old man took a spoon and scooped up a small spoon of golden round grains, and signaled to Zhou Huan again: "Do you want to try this?"

All of them have been rejected before, and Zhou Huan is no exception this time.

It was also delicious in my mouth. After I closed my eyes and enjoyed it for a while, the old man opened his eyes: "The caviar made of the eggs of the century-old albino fish unique to the Mediterranean is the gold of gold!"

But Zhou Huan could no longer imagine how much it would cost to such a simple thing that seemed like lunch.

In short, it is not that you are rich, and you will never have such an opportunity to enjoy these things.

And, most importantly, even rich people don’t have it just want it.

What is the identity of the old man who can have such money power?

Although the combination of three things may not necessarily be the best taste of those bragging, it is obvious that the elderly’s enjoyment is just their own feelings, but they will not follow those fixed practices.

If possible, Zhou Huanning, the old man, was from a mysterious royal family, not a warden.

Unfortunately, the old man's identity still made him sigh.

"I am the warden here, young man!"

The warden's words made Zhou Huan's suspicion just now swept away, but being seen through by others also made Zhou Huan secretly become more vigilant.

"Young man, please don't be nervous. Welcome to my prison!"

The warden took a sip of red wine, slowly stood up from the recliner, and reached out to Zhou Huan.

"Of course, because of Your Majesty's order, now this prison belongs not only to me, but also to you!"
Chapter completed!