Emperor Yongan and Yang Hao had already gone to bed when they were informed by the palace maid. They immediately dressed and rushed to Da'an Palace.
The lights of Da'an Palace were brightly lit, with Yang Wenxiao ordering all the candlesticks to be lit, making the entire hall as bright as day.
Three generations of the family gathered around the table, observing the items laid upon it.
The maize kernels had been poured out and were piled on the table, alongside a transparent freshness-preserving bag, a ribbon for tying the bag, and some sheets of paper—all placed on the table.
"Your teeth are in good shape, give it a try," Yang Wenxiao gestured towards the maize with his chin.
Since he couldn't bite into it, he ground a few kernels with a small mill. The powder wasn't as fine as white flour, but it tasted quite good when he tried it.
