This sweet fragrance was mellow and dense, with the temperature of autumn, as it lingered in the entire room.
"There's actually roasted sweet potatoes!" An Rao's eyes widened in excitement when she saw the sweet potatoes in the fireplace. She had been busy every day recently and had not eaten anything delicious. Coming to Xia Wanyuan today was a good time to start her feast.
The sweet potato that modern people were extremely familiar with was very unfamiliar to Xia Wanyuan. The sweet potato had only been brought into China, more than 50 years after Xia Wanyuan's death.
Jun Shiling pulled out a roasted sweet potato from the fire and peeled it open. The yellow and red meat was steaming.
Xia Wanyuan looked expressionless, but Jun Shiling knew that Xia Wanyuan had never eaten this before. He waved at her. "Come."
