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[Xu Wen, the Minister of Agriculture: Those curved, small, round fruits—I've never seen them in any agricultural book before! Their shape! Their color! I've studied crops my whole life; there's no fruit in the Great Flame Kingdom I can't name! But these… I don't recognize them! I really don't recognize them!]

[Fruit stall owner Aunt Zhou: Those hawthorns still have water droplets on them! The stems are so green and fresh, just like they were picked from the tree! In this freezing weather, where did you get such fresh hawthorns? The hawthorns I sell now are all taken from the cellar, and the skin is a bit wrinkled. How... how did you do that!?]

What are all these things?!?

[A delicacy fit for immortals! This is absolutely divine food that only gods could eat!!!]

……

A barrage of bullet comments flashed across the lower right corner of the screen, densely packed and layered, including comments from officials, ordinary people, merchants, and farmers, all mixed together like a pot of boiling porridge, dazzling the eyes.

However, the images on the sky continued.

Lin Ye carried Xiao Douzi to the solid wood dining table and placed her on a tall chair.

The chair was also made of wood, but it was more exquisite and luxurious than any chair she had ever seen.

It had armrests and a backrest with carved patterns. The cushion was soft, and she sank into it as soon as she sat down, feeling steadily supported.

She stared wide-eyed at the table full of food, her mouth agape in a tiny "O" shape that she couldn't close for a long time.

A tuft of hair on his head swayed under the light, like a small antenna receiving signals from the world of food.

"Godfather..." Her voice was very soft, as soft as a sigh in the dead of night, which would be blown away by the wind.

"Are all of these... little dumplings edible?"

"Of course! But Little Douzi isn't feeling too well right now, so he can't eat too much. But he can try a little bit of everything, and the rest can be left to Godfather."

Lin Ye sat down next to her, moved the smaller bowl of millet porridge in front of her, and stirred it with a spoon.

The golden porridge swirled in the bowl, the layer of rice oil swirling around with the spoon, like fine silk floating in the water.

"Have some porridge first to warm your stomach."

After saying that, Lin Ye scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and was about to feed it to Xiao Douzi.

Little Douzi reached out and took the spoon, his little face serious, and he gently shook his head.

"Godfather, Little Dumpling can eat by herself, Godfather needs to eat too! Little Dumpling can't be the only one eating!"

Lin Ye couldn't help but chuckle as he watched the little girl in front of him shaking her head earnestly. He tapped her cheek and said affectionately.

"Great! Our little dumpling is so awesome! Godfather, you should eat too, let's eat together!"

"Mmm!" Little Douzi nodded happily, took the spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth.

Then--

Her eyes suddenly widened.

Those eyes were already big, like two black grapes, but now they shone even brighter, like two small light bulbs.

The golden luster of millet porridge was reflected in his large pupils, and two small flames danced in the depths of his eyes.

"Godfather!!!"

She suddenly raised her head, a grain of golden rice still clinging to the corner of her mouth, her voice crisp and cheerful, like a little sparrow that had discovered a treasure.

"This smells so good! And it's even golden yellow! This is the first time Little Douzi has ever seen golden yellow porridge!"

As she spoke, she scooped up another spoonful and drank it down in one gulp, muttering incoherently, "It smells so good, Godfather! You should eat some too!"

Another wave of comments flooded the screen.

[Royal Kitchen Chief Steward Li De: The First Princess said she'd never seen "golden-colored porridge" before! What kind of grain is this porridge made from?!]

[Cheng Liang, Vice Minister of Revenue: Even the Crown Princess has never seen this... Could this grain not have grown in our Great Yan Kingdom?!]

[Imperial Physician Zhang Zhonghe: The Crown Princess seemed so unwell before, so logically her appetite shouldn't be good. But look! How much she enjoys drinking it! What does this mean?! It means this porridge is not only delicious, but also nourishing! And it even stimulates the appetite! What kind of divine food is this?!]

……

Little Douzi was too busy eating to talk anymore, and kept drinking the millet porridge spoonful after spoonful.

Finally, she reluctantly put down the bowl of porridge and licked her lips.

Looking around at the dazzling array of dishes on the table, she seemed to be hesitating about which one to eat.

After a while, he reached out and picked up a small pig-shaped bun, held it in both hands, looked at it from all angles, and couldn't bear to take a bite.

The little piggy bun's ears trembled slightly between her fingers, and its two little eyes looked at her as if saying, "Eat me, eat me."

"Godfather, it's so cute... Little Douzi doesn't want to eat it..."

"It'll get cold if you don't eat it," Lin Ye said with a smile as he cut the steak. "It won't taste good when it's cold. Take a bite and try it. If you like it, it'll be very happy."

Little Douzi hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes, opened his mouth and took a bite.

The white dough broke open, and the golden filling flowed out, like molten gold or flowing sunlight.

It has a custard filling, and a sweet aroma wafts out from the opening.

She opened her eyes instantly, her eyes shining like two little suns.

"Godfather! This filling is sweet! Soft! So delicious!"

She took another rabbit-shaped bun, carefully broke it open, and found that it was purple inside. It was filled with purple sweet potato, soft and chewy, and felt like purple silk sliding down her throat without needing to chew.

"This one's sweet too! A different kind of sweet! But they're both so delicious!"

She picked up another one shaped like a chick, took a bite—it was filled with meat, and the savory broth spurted out with a "sizzle," splashing onto the corner of her mouth. She stuck out her little tongue and licked it, then excitedly exclaimed "Wow!"

"It's salty! Godfather! There's meat inside! It's all meat! This is so delicious!"

Her mouth was stuffed full, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster, and she spoke in a muffled way.

But every sentence he uttered included the word "delicious," like a machine gun, with "delicious, delicious, delicious" popping out one after another.

Lin Ye ate his own food while smiling at her. Watching Xiao Douzi eat made him feel even more hungry.

"Godfather, what's this?!" Little Douzi asked, picking up a crystal shrimp dumpling.

I took a bite, chewed it a couple of times, and then I froze.

She looked down blankly at the remaining half of the shrimp dumpling in her hand—a pink shrimp wrapped in a transparent skin, glistening under the light like a piece of pink crystal.

"Wow...what huge shrimp! Crispy! Bouncy! Sweet!"

Lin Ye smiled and placed another small egg tart on her plate: "Little Douzi, try this one too."

The little boy opened his mouth and took a bite of the edge.

"Click—"

The sound of the flaky pastry cracking was as crisp as stepping on fallen autumn leaves.

Some crumbs fell onto the table, drifting down slowly like golden snowflakes.