Lady Zhao immediately picked up a big bowl and filled it with white rice.
Ying Zheng had just received it.
Sun Huan glared at him.
"Devilish brat, you have to do it yourself! Go get it yourself!"
Ying Zheng had no choice but to succumb to Sun Huan's tyrannical power, and handed the big white rice back to his mother, Lady Zhao.
She obediently went to get a bowl of rice.
As soon as he opened the big pot of rice,
The moment Ying Zheng saw the big pot of rice with crystal clear grains, he felt a chill down his spine.
He was shocked again.
Why was the rice so fragrant?
The grains were so full and without any impurities.
They had never eaten such beautiful rice in the palace.
During the Pre-Qin period, there were only six grains, namely: Millet (yellow rice), millet (millet), rice (rice), millet (glutinous millet), wheat (wheat), and wheat (coix seed).
Even the same rice as now had undergone two thousand years of continuous selection and evolution.
The rice in the Pre-Qin period was actually similar to wild rice.
The yield was small, the granules were small, and the peeling technology was backward.
As a result, the rice that was cooked was like rice paste with dregs.
But even so, it was still one of the best food that the people of the pre-Qin period could get.
A bowl of fragrant rice without any impurities was usually only enjoyed by the nobles.
Even Ying Zheng was a little embarrassed to eat it.
How could Sun Cheng have such good rice?
The reason was that Sun Huan had accidentally obtained fertilizer when he was developing the industry.
With chemical fertilizers, although they could not produce hybrid rice with a yield of several thousand catties per mu like in the later generations, the yield and quality of rice in Sun City had also been greatly improved.
It was barely enough for everyone to eat such big white rice.
Sun Huan looked at Ying Zheng who was standing beside the big pot in a daze, not knowing how to scoop the rice.
He scolded angrily.
"I asked you to scoop rice. What are you doing?”
Only then did Ying Zheng come back to his senses, and hurriedly scooped up a big bowl of rice.
She had just returned to the dining table and wanted to pick up her chopsticks to taste it.
In the end, the food was snatched away by Sun Huan.
"You don't have any knowledge. You're so wishy-washy when you're scooping rice!”
Ying Zheng's heart was collapsing.
The food that she had just gotten was actually snatched by him.
Am I still going to be the emperor in the future?
The emperor served you rice and you dared to eat it? Aren't you afraid of choking to death?
This was too much!
This was intolerable!
Ying Zheng stood at the side, winking and staring at her for a long time.
In the end, Sun Huan ignored him.
He started to eat heartily.
Ying Zheng almost drooled.
"Coo coo ~"
"If you can endure what ordinary people can't, you can achieve great things!”
Ying Zheng bit his lower lip.
"I'll endure!"
Only then did Ying Zheng angrily scoop himself another bowl of rice.
He returned to the dining table.
He immediately stuffed the rice into his mouth.
How fragrant!
The f * cking taste was sweet.
The rice was soft and glutinous.
How did he do it?
However, he did not ask directly.
However, he made up his mind.
In the future, he would capture this Great Demon King Sun and torture him.
He had to ask about the big white rice properly.
"Don't just eat. Eat the vegetables."
Hearing this, Ying Zheng pulled his face out of the bowl.
He looked at the table full of dishes.
He was stunned again.
What was this?
He could barely recognize two ingredients in the dish.
Chives, chopped green onions.
During the pre-Qin period, the method of frying had not been invented yet.
Most people only had two ways to cook.
One was stewed, and the other was roasted.
And there were only five kinds of dishes.
Sunflower (winter amaranth), wild grass (bean leaves), scallions (small root garlic), green onions (ordinary green onions), chives.
However, since Sun Huan had come personally.
The waiters of the small restaurant naturally did not dare to be negligent and immediately served more than ten delicious dishes.
Stir-fried shredded pork with potatoes, stir-fried pig's ears with garlic moss, seaweed egg soup, steamed bass, stir-fried eggs with chives, braised pork, minced eggplant...
There were several dishes inside that Sun Huan had painstakingly sent people to travel around the world to find.
Ying Zheng was stunned for a long time, before he slowly picked up his chopsticks and picked up a shredded potato.
"City Lord Sun, what is this?"
"Potato, try it and you'll know.”
Zhao Xiu placed the shredded potato into her mouth.
"Hiss ~!"
"The taste is refreshing!"
"It tastes sweet!"
" Why is it so delicious?!"
Looking at the shocked look on Ying Zheng's face, Sun Huan's forehead was filled with black lines.
Was there a need for that?
This potato had been introduced to Sun Cheng by him for more than a year.
All the ordinary people in Sun City had eaten it.
It was just that the people from the outside did not have any knowledge.
"This is a new ingredient, and Great Qin's people will have a new dish on their table!”
Ying Zheng's face was filled with surprise as he thought to himself.
He would be the successor of the emperor in the future.
He was more concerned about the people's livelihood.
Ying Zheng immediately made up his mind that when he left Sun City in the future, he would definitely take the potatoes with him and let the people of Qin grow them.
This way, not only would he be able to eat potatoes every day in the future.
Moreover, the people of the State of Qin could also have a new dish.
"City Lord Sun, these potatoes are so delicious. Can you give me the seeds? In the future, I will definitely thank you."
Sun Huan looked at Ying Zheng in surprise.
This devilish brat was actually so interested in potatoes.
Interesting.
"If you want to, just go to the kitchen and get two potatoes. This thing can produce three to five thousand catties per mu. You have to plant it well. Otherwise, the land will be wasted.”
"Kacha!"
The chopsticks in Ying Zheng's hand suddenly fell to the ground.
He stared at Sun Huan with deep shock in his eyes.
Four to five thousand catties per mu?
He was afraid that there was something wrong with his ears.
What did this number mean?
At most, Great Qin's wheat would only weigh a few hundred kilograms.
And this was under the condition of careful care.
In the past few years of war, many fields could not be taken care of, and the yield per mu had declined severely.
If they encountered any more natural disasters, the people would start to starve.
Ying Zheng knew more than that.
He also knew how many commoners in the State of Qin starved to death every year.
In a war, grain was very important.
If this potato was really as Sun Huan said…
It could produce four to five thousand catties per mu.
This was not as simple as adding a dish to Great Qin's people's table.
Instead, it was a guarantee for the future unification of the six states.
Great Qin's Nation Weapon!
The blessing of the world!
Ying Zheng's eyes were blurred as he muttered to himself in disbelief.
"That's impossible, a yield of four to five thousand catties per mu…Haha…the heavens are helping me!”
"The heavens are helping Great Qin!"
……
However, while Ying Zheng was in a daze…
Sun Huan completely ignored the words of this little brat.
Can't you see for yourself whether it's true or not?
Even if it's true, you're not an emperor.
It could not be promoted to the whole country.
He was just a run-down street kid.
Sun Huan waved his hand dismissively and continued eating.
As he ate, he was not satisfied, so he called the waiter over and served him some wine.
Ying Zheng saw that Sun Huan did not want to bother about him at all.
He was furious.
If it was an ordinary person, they definitely wouldn't dare to treat him with such an attitude.
He would have exterminated his entire family long ago.
However, when he thought about how City Lord Sun actually had such a divine item.
Ying Zheng did not dare to act rashly anymore.
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