Qiaoqiao's Gifts
Translator: Henyee Translations Éditeur: Henyee Translations
This fully deserved to be called sacred rice! What else would it be when it was planted in sacred earth and cultivated with sacred water!
"Where did you buy it?" The old prince liked the glutinous and refreshing texture with his first bite.
He nearly swallowed his tongue too.
He was someone who could eat three bowls of white rice with just preserved vegetables on the side, after all…
Today, he ate five bowls of rice at once. Later, it was only when the prince consort reminded him not to stuff himself too much that he reluctantly stopped.
"You can't buy it anywhere." Qiao Mu answered nonchalantly. "I planted it."
The old prince immediately scooted his stool next to Qiao Mu. He felt that Mo Lian, who was sitting between him and Qiaoqiao, was an eyesore, so he pushed him backwards and stuck his head over. He revealed a rare smile and said, "Qiaoqiao, can you give some Imperial Uncle some of this rice?"
Mo Lian: …