As a foodie, Zhu Biao could not help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
"Father, the common people of future generations actually eat delicacies! You must know that when people are starving, their favorite food is plain white rice. Could it be that in later generations, everyone has enough to eat?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang was dumbfounded. Holding his chopsticks, he waved them with his right hand.
Chapter 25