I, the sheriff of Daqin, caught the sword master at the beginning

At night, in the inner courtyard of the county government,

Ying Zian sat at the head of the dining table, with a large pot of steamed potatoes in front of him.

Murong Feng and Murong Huang sat on both sides.

Concubine Yi and the two Simings sat opposite Ying Zian and the other two.

One meal, two camps.

It didn't look like a meal, but rather a confrontation between two armies.

"hiss~！"

Suddenly, Murong Feng took a breath and knelt on the chair in a strange posture.

A trace of pain appeared on her beautiful face. When she looked at Ying Zian, her beautiful eyes were full of resentment.

""Sister, are you okay?"

Murong Huang asked in a low voice, with a hint of shyness in her beautiful eyes.

""Hmph!" Murong Fengjiao snorted

"You stinky girl, you have no conscience"

"Every time the adults beat me, you never come to help"

"I really love you in vain."

"I...I'm scared!" Murong Huang lowered her head, her cute little face full of grievance.

""Hmph!" Murong Fengjiao snorted and said nothing more.

However, she was already thinking about how to send Murong Huang to Ying Zian's bed.

"Huang'er, don't argue with your sister."

"She said that on purpose!"

Ying Zian smiled slightly, touched Murong Huang's little head, and handed her a potato.

""Thank you, sir!"

Murong Huang stretched out her little hand and carefully took the potato.

Her voice was soft and her face was slightly red.

It was so cute that it was hard to describe.

"snort!"

"Partiality!"

Murong Feng pouted her lips, full of jealousy

"You girl!"

"Have you learned to be jealous?"

Ying Zian laughed dumbly.

He pushed the potato bowl directly in front of Murong Feng and teased:"Are you satisfied now?"

""Satisfied!" Murong Feng's eyes lit up.

She picked up a potato with one hand and stuffed it into her mouth impatiently.

After two bites, her beautiful little face swelled up.

It was so cute.

"Sister Yifei, you guys eat too."

Halfway through the meal, Murong Feng remembered the three of them.

She reluctantly pushed the potato bowl over.

"Thank you Feng'er!"

Concubine Yi smiled slightly, and the beauty of the moment made the heaven and earth pale in comparison.

"This woman is really beautiful!"

Ying Zian looked at Concubine Yi, his eyes lingering on her crystal lips.

There was a faint orchid fragrance in her mouth.

"What are you looking at?"

Concubine Yi felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by Ying Zian. She glared at Ying Zian with some shame and anger, and quickly picked up a potato to cover her lips.

How could she not understand Ying Zian's evil intentions?

""Orchids smell good!"

Ying Zian smiled slightly.

He licked his lips provocatively, and Yi Fei was so angry that she almost went berserk.

"Something is happening!"

Murong Feng lingered on Ying Zian and Yi Fei for a while.

A meaningful smirk flashed in the depths of her beautiful eyes.

"Swish~！"

Concubine

Yi was so angry that she opened her lips and bit the potato hard.

""Delicious!"

The potatoes melt in your mouth.

Your lips and tongue are filled with the unique fragrance of potatoes.

This delicacy, even without any seasoning, is better than any delicacies from land and sea.

It is unforgettable!

"Sister Yifei, is it delicious?

Seeing Yifei's eyes shining, Murong Feng asked with a smile.

"Um!"

"It tastes good!"

Concubine Yi nodded, trying to maintain her noble temperament.

But she subconsciously turned her head towards Murong Feng, avoiding Ying Zian's gaze.

Murong Feng's eyes lit up, and just as she was about to make a teasing sound, she was interrupted by the disgusted voice of Siming.

"cut!"

"How can such an ugly thing be delicious?"

A gourmet must have color, fragrance and taste.

Bright color should be the first element of gourmet food.

But potatoes don't have it, so how can they be delicious?

"Snap~！"

Hearing this, Murong Feng suddenly stood up and slammed the table angrily.

"Stupid woman, this is a treasure given to you by the gods, you are not allowed to insult it like this"

"puff~！"Da Siming sneered, her jade hand half covering her red lips

"immortal?"

"Are you still asleep, girl?"

"How could there be gods in this world?"

"Of course!" Murong Feng grabbed Ying Zian's right hand and raised it with pride.

"My parents are descendants of gods."

"cluck~！"Da Siming covered her belly lightly, laughing so hard that her body bounced wildly.

Although she had just passed the age of marriage, her size was already as good as that of the young and plum-year-old Yi Fei.

"What are you laughing at?"

Murong Feng was furious and said angrily:"Nowadays, all the countries in the world grow the six grains."

"The maximum yield of each kind of grain is no more than 300 kilograms."

"The potatoes grown by adults can produce up to 3,000 kilograms per mu. If this isn’t a magical thing, what is it?"

"Bart~！"As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly became quiet.

Concubine Yi and Siming's jade hands froze in mid-air, and the potato between their fingers fell on the table without them noticing it.

Siming half-bent over, still maintaining a charming smile, but the expression on his face changed from a smile to one of horror.

"Three thousand kilograms per mu?"