Fangzheng smiled. "Then I'll have to give it a try."
Seeing that Fangzheng didn't mind and was even eager to try, Ji Xiang and Ji Han heaved a sigh of relief, as though they were afraid of being a bad host to Fangzheng.
Fangzheng was very satisfied with this. Sometimes, it wasn't the food that was important, but the thought that counted.
However, the moment it entered his mouth, Fangzheng gave them a thumbs up. The taste was primitive, and there was a beancurd flavor. However, it was precisely this primitive flavor that was impossible to obtain anywhere else in the outside world.
The main food of the Lahu race was also rice. However, what Ji Han made in the morning was congee. Fangzheng didn't know what magic Ji Han had used, but the congee was green and sticky, yet it had a very rich taste. Coupled with some small sour radish heads which were the size of a thumb and as white as jade, the crispiness and sourness made it extremely appetizing.
