Tong Sanlang took the cup of water, drank it all in one gulp, and then handed the cup back to her, "It's nothing; I was just looking for an excuse."
Upon hearing this, the tension and urgency on Qiao Xiaomai's face immediately eased.
Her peach blossom eyes were wide open as she asked, "What's the matter?"
"Don't you have corn and potatoes in your space?" Tong Sanlang asked.
"Yes."
"Take them out and give them to the retired emperor. Let's not talk about potatoes, since they can be used as vegetables and also as food, but corn is definitely considered a staple food." Tong Sanlang's eyes, dark as lacquer, lit up as he said this. He couldn't help but grasp her shoulders, excitement coloring his handsome face.
"For thousands of years, we have had only rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans—five grains in total. However, only wheat and Dami have been recognized as staple grains by the people. Didn't you say that corn was once the staple food of some Indians?"
