Pei Qin handed him half a piece and urged him to eat, but Fang Liuming shook his head vigorously, repeatedly persuading them to not eat either.
Chang Yonglin watched from aside and also wanted to try.
The servant, seemingly resigned to his fate, rushed forward, "Young Master! Let this one taste it first. If I don't die after eating it, then you can eat!" He grabbed a piece, skin and all, and chewed it. It didn't taste bitter or strange, instead it was sweet and crispy, which made him puzzled.
Chang Yonglin gave him a look and also took a small half to chew and eat.
"Once the ones in the pot are done, they'll be even tastier!" Pei Qin finished a small piece and stopped eating, turning around to focus on tending the fire.
There were some steaming in the pot, and some roasting at the bottom of it, they planned to eat only sweet potatoes that night.
When the sweet potatoes were ready, Pei Qin called Pei Wendong, "Make sure the main door is firmly closed!"
