"But there's still good news," Yang Yang added.
Jing Shu merely grunted, her mood low. Her seeds were not only at risk of being lost but also of being eaten. What did she have to be happy about?
However, Jing Shu wasn't unwilling to save people, especially the heroes protecting her seeds. She just prayed they wouldn't consume her most cherished ones, like the black rice from the United States or the fragrant rice from Thailand.
But with hundreds of thousands of varieties, encompassing every category in the world, surely they wouldn't stumble upon *those specific ones*, right? Jing Shu cheered herself up. It's not that I'm stingy. I wouldn't mind if they ate them; it's just that it would...
