At the Zhao Mansion's dinner table, Gu Ziyue was eating with the Zhao family, her mouth stuffed full of food.
Gu Ziyue kept her head down, focused on her food. The dishes tonight were all made from the hybrid crops Lu Yuan had cultivated.
It was far tastier than the food typical of this era.
The Zhao family had eaten Lu Yuan's fruits and vegetables many times before.
Gu Ziyue, however, being from the Imperial City, had never had them.
Now that she was eating with everyone at the Zhao Mansion,
Gu Ziyue found the food to be so much more delicious.
At the table, Su Liyan placed a piece of chicken on Lu Yuan's plate.
"Brother, eat more," she said. "You worked hard today."
Lu Yuan put a piece of meat on her plate in return, then playfully squeezed her breast.
"It was nothing," Lu Yuan said. "Just selecting some Mansion Guards. That's not hard work."
"You're the one who should be eating more meat and drinking soups, like chicken or fish. It's good for your milk."
