Chi Shuyan inwardly commended Zhu Bocheng for having a good eye. Her pickled vegetables were secondary, but the rice was washed layer by layer with spiritual energy, so it was a very rare product. Eating it could extend an ordinary person's lifespan. Since he asked, she didn't refuse, and said, "Okay, Brother Zhu, I'll send you a bag!"
Even though Zhu Bocheng didn't know the benefits of this spirit rice, when he heard Sister Shuyan agree to send him a bag, he grinned happily and said, "No need for a whole bag; half a bag will do. I'll just have a taste. Right, just a taste. By the way, are there any pickled vegetables?"
Chi Shuyan smiled. "I'll send you some too, but I didn't marinate much, so I can only give you a few jars for now!"
