Lin Zao, a post-apocalyptic space ability user, has transmigrated!
Before her are twin babies, crying for milk, and a lame mother-in-law.
Her current state is one of tattered clothes,...
After King Cheng led everyone in, Lin Zao and the others stood up again and bowed to King Cheng.
Once everyone was seated again, the servants of the Prince's mansion began to serve wine and dishes.
The male customer was still excitedly talking.
"The prince is deeply concerned about the country and its people. In order to ensure that everyone can eat meat, he personally improved the methods of raising pigs, accelerated the time to market, and even doubled the weight of the pigs. Such achievements will be remembered for generations to come!"
"Absolutely! Absolutely!"
"Your Highness has always loved the people like his own children. Over the years, he has worked diligently for the development of Ganzhou. Ganzhou's current stability is all thanks to Your Highness."
"We are fortunate to serve Your Highness; it is an honor beyond measure. Perhaps our names will even be recorded in history books in the future."
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Faced with his subordinates' praise, King Cheng maintained a very proper expression and did not become arrogant because of his achievements.
Perhaps it was because King Cheng did not react to their words, nor did he treat them differently because of them.
So their voices gradually stopped.
King Cheng then smiled and addressed everyone:
"I have invited you all here today not only to enjoy pork, but also to reward you with many other delicacies."
After saying that, he added, implying:
"Over the years, you have all followed me loyally, and I have remembered all your contributions. I will never forget your efforts in the future."
"Here, I, the King, raise a toast to you all."
King Cheng picked up his wine cup, stood up, toasted everyone in the room, and drank the wine in one gulp.
Everyone in the room stood up, raised their glasses in return, and drank in return; the female guests did the same.
After everyone was seated, Princess Cheng said gently:
"There is a fruit salad on the table, specially prepared by the Prince's Palace for you all. It is made from various precious fruits. Please feel free to try it."
As soon as Princess Cheng spoke, everyone present turned their attention to the table in front of them.
I could clearly see a bowl of red, white, and yellow fruits, which seemed to have been mixed with white milk.
Everyone guessed that this must be the fruit salad the princess had mentioned.
Out of respect for the princess, everyone tactfully picked up the bowl of fruit salad and tasted it first. However, fruit is rare these days, and even if the princess hadn't said anything, they wouldn't have ignored it.
"This...this is lychee!?" a male customer exclaimed in surprise.
The people in the room immediately looked over at the person who had spoken, and saw that he was scooping a piece of white, slightly translucent fruit into his spoon.
They also tasted the fruit and found it delicious, but they didn't know what it was. In fact, apart from the peach and pear, which they could taste, they couldn't identify the other fruits.
It was surprising, even somewhat unbelievable, that the Prince's residence could still offer peaches and pears.
But they didn't dare to ask, afraid that others would find out their ignorance; all they knew was that the fruit salad was delicious.
Now, judging from what this person is saying, the white flesh in their bowl is actually a tribute lychee?
Everyone immediately turned their eager gaze to Princess Cheng.
Is this really a lychee?
Or did that person admit they were wrong?
If it weren't for lychees, what if the princess felt embarrassed and angry, and it affected them?
Princess Cheng's expression did not change because of their gazes; instead, she smiled and nodded.
"This is lychee. His Highness obtained a batch of lychees by chance. You have all worked hard for His Highness, so I specially prepared some for you to taste."