The high-yield grain was quickly finished. As they were in a hurry, they were all put into the pot and stewed. There were no other tricks.
Brother Jian used a large basin to bring all the things over. He said somewhat cautiously, "Lords, please help yourself."
Left Guard General said happily, "Brother, just call me Big Brother Shi. There's no need to be so formal."
What a joke. This was the princess' father. How could he call him an official?
Dalang Jian wiped his hands nervously. "Sure, sure."
Left Guard General picked up a stalk of corn and said, "This is corn, right?"
Previously, Ming Zhiyan had sent some high-yield grain to the Capital, but it was only a little bit. The Emperor had eaten it all, so they had only seen it a few times.
He looked at Ming Zhiyan with some resentment. "Crown Prince Ming, don't you know to send more grain to the Capital? None of us have eaten it yet."
