Sky Curtain: With a vermilion mirror, Jing travels through the modern world, shaking all dynasties.

modern.

After listening to Jiang Chuan's account of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Zhu Jingjing's bright eyes darted around, and she suddenly reached out and tightly grabbed Jiang Chuan's arm. "Brother, look, I've already agreed to be your assistant, so you're not...?"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her cheeks slightly flushed, looking exactly like a greedy little girl waiting for candy.

Jiang Chuan's lips curled into a playful smile as he deliberately teased her, "What? You haven't even officially started working yet, and you're already thinking about getting an advance on your monthly salary?"

"Hehe, Jiang Chuan, you know me so well!" Zhu Jingjing wasn't annoyed that her little scheme had been exposed. Instead, she took advantage of the situation and rubbed her cheek against Jiang Chuan's arm. "You really are my brother; nothing can be hidden from you!"

"Don't give me that!" Jiang Chuan said sternly, pointing to the empty glass on the table with feigned seriousness. "I'm thirsty. Go get me a glass of warm water right now!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jingjing's face immediately fell, and her lips pouted.

She glared angrily at Jiang Chuan, then pretended to pull her phone out of her pocket. "You're bullying me! Luckily, Sister Xiaoyu gave me my godmother's number. I'm going to tell on her right now!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Chuan reacted swiftly, stretching out his long arm to snatch the phone away and holding it high above his head.

Seeing the little princess's anxious and almost jumping-out expression, Jiang Chuan sighed helplessly and compromised, "Alright, alright, I give up! Jingjing, you go get me some water first, and then promise not to use Mom as a shield all the time, and I'll take pity on you and give you your monthly allowance early, how about that?"

"Yes, sir!"

Zhu Jingjing clasped her hands in a fist salute to him, grabbed her water glass, and dashed to the water dispenser.

She carefully filled a glass with warm water, held it out to Jiang Chuan with both hands, and said in a voice as sweet as honey, "Brother, please enjoy your drink! I'll be right here waiting. Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything!"

Jiang Chuan took the water glass, took a sip, and deliberately exaggeratedly stretched his shoulders. "I spent too long shopping with you yesterday, and my shoulders are really sore. If someone could give them a massage, that would feel so good..."

Before he could finish speaking, the little princess appeared behind him like a gust of wind, placing her soft little hands on his shoulders. "Brother, you've had your water and your shoulders have been massaged, so shouldn't you...?"

Jiang Chuan smiled. If he continued teasing her, this girl might actually tell her mother, and that would be terrible!

"bite--"

The crisp notification sound of payment receipt rang out, and Zhu Jingjing immediately grabbed her phone, staring at the numbers on the screen with a wide grin that practically reached her ears. "I'm going to buy a whole bunch of cotton candy! Strawberry, blueberry, watermelon... I'll even sleep with it tonight!"

Jiang Chuan couldn't help but purse his lips, "Eating so much candy will make you behave when you have a toothache!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jingjing immediately flashed a bright smile, shaking her head proudly. "Jingjing's teeth are so white and straight, and perfectly healthy! It doesn't matter how much sugar she eats!"

"Coo coo—"

No sooner had she finished speaking than an untimely soft sound came from her flat stomach.

A blush crept onto the little princess's cheeks. She gently rubbed her tummy and looked longingly at Jiang Chuan. "Brother... I'm hungry. What are we having for lunch?"

"Didn't you just eat donkey rolls? You're not a little princess, you're more like a 'little glutton'!" Jiang Chuan rolled his eyes at her, his words full of disdain, but his body betrayed him as he stood up.

As he spoke, he walked to the refrigerator, took out a few potatoes that were still damp, and said, "I'll make you some buttered potatoes to tide you over. Later, we'll go find your sister Xiaoyu, and we'll go out for a big meal together!"

Zhu Jingjing curiously leaned closer, looking at the few small, pale yellow balls in Jiang Chuan's hand, their surfaces uneven and covered in dirt. "Brother, what are these ugly things? Can we really eat them?"

"This is called a potato. It originated overseas and was brought to the Central Plains by the Dutch, who are called 'Red Barbarians' in your Ming Dynasty." Jiang Chuan led the little princess into the kitchen, picked up a potato covered in dirt, and rinsed it carefully under the tap. "However, it was introduced to China more than a hundred years after your Hongwu era."

The water flow washes away the rough skin of the potatoes, gradually removing the soil and revealing the pale yellow flesh.

Zhu Jingjing leaned over and stared at the cleaned potatoes, nodding slightly. "After washing, they do look somewhat like food."

Jiang Chuan cut the potatoes into even small pieces, put them in a pot, added a little salt and cooking oil, and cooked them for about ten minutes.

Once the potato chunks were half-cooked, he took them out and drained them. While they were still hot, he added a small piece of butter and sprinkled some black pepper. He then gently mixed them with chopsticks and spread the mixed potato chunks on a baking sheet and put them into the preheated oven.

"Jingjing, this potato is a treasure." Jiang Chuan pulled Zhu Jingjing to sit down on the sofa, his tone tinged with regret. "It's drought-resistant and can thrive in poor soil, and it has a high yield. It's a pity that your Ming Dynasty only regards it as a rare item for palace banquets. If it could be promoted to the common people and they could all grow this potato, it would definitely greatly improve their lives and alleviate famine."

Three Kingdoms, new fields.

"Strategist," Liu Bei frowned slightly, but his eyes gleamed with hope, "do you have any clue as to where those potatoes come from?"

Zhuge Liang gently waved his feather fan, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "My lord, according to what that young friend Jiang said, potatoes are not produced in our Central Plains, but are exotic products from overseas. Finding them will probably not be easy."

Upon hearing this, Liu Bei sighed softly, his eyes filled with regret: "What a pity. If we had this, we could save the people from their suffering, and the restoration of our Han Dynasty would be just around the corner!"

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood before the dragon throne, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the pale yellow sphere in the sky. "This thing... is it really as miraculous as he says?"

Empress Ma stood aside and said softly, "Chongba, Jiang Chuan is not one to speak carelessly. Perhaps that potato really is as he said, a treasure that can save countless lives."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, his imperial countenance slightly shifting, and sat back down on his dragon throne. "If that is indeed the case, we should immediately send people to search for them! But I wonder what nationality these 'Red Barbarians' are, and where we should even begin our search!"

modern.

With a crisp "ding," the oven finished heating up, and a rich aroma of milk mixed with the spiciness of black pepper instantly filled the air.

"Hey little glutton, stop standing there like an idiot! The potatoes are ready, go wash your hands!" Jiang Chuan put on oven mitts and called back as he walked toward the oven.

Zhu Jingjing had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Upon hearing this, she nodded vigorously and rushed to the bathroom.

A moment later, when the plate of golden-brown, caramel-glossy butter potatoes was served, Zhu Jingjing's eyes widened in disbelief.

Where is this the same muddy, unattractive "ugly thing" from before? It's clearly a delicacy with perfect color, aroma, and taste!

She took a deep breath, inhaled deeply with pleasure, and was about to reach out her "devilish claws" to feast—

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A sudden, rapid, and haphazard knocking broke the warm atmosphere inside.

Immediately afterward, Lin Xiaoyu's anxious shouts pierced through the door: "Jiang Chuan! Open the door quickly! Something terrible has happened!"