Lucien lowered his gaze toward the magic radish resting quietly upon the polished tabletop. Its smooth white surface reflected a faint sheen beneath the light, its shape was perfectly proportioned, and not the slightest blemish could be found upon it.
Throughout the years he had inspected countless shipments of magic vegetables on behalf of the Markey Company, he had handled more magic radishes than he could ever hope to remember, yet this was the first one that immediately gave him the feeling that it belonged to an entirely different grade.
It looked less like an ordinary crop and more like a carefully carved piece of white jade that had somehow retained the vitality of living earth.
Grandpa Kun was also studying the radish, but his thoughts had already shifted elsewhere.
What truly occupied his mind was the casual manner in which this Marcia had produced it.
There had been no storage basket, no servant, no preparation.
