"Excellent, excellent, with this Divine Rice, Zhuchen will have no more worries for the future!
And with the ritual you've provided, heaven bless Zhuchen!"
Yin Hai gently stroked a solitary stalk of rice beside a pumpkin, as if beholding a rare treasure.
Even the pumpkin No.1, which he had just praised highly, felt lackluster by comparison.
"Can this rice be further propagated?
If it's really as you say, then Zhuchen would owe you a debt of gratitude!"
Bai Yi pretended not to understand, and deliberately asked:
"Is this stalk of rice really that useful? I still think that it failed to acquire Extraordinary Ability and is a failed product!"
Yin Hai, rarely so happy, spoke freely and then became melancholic:
"Of course, you wouldn't know the effort our Zhuchen Court has put into improving rice and coarse grains.
