Jiang Guangxing's eldest son, Jiang Hongjun, brought the table out.
There were only corn pancakes, stewed potatoes, and sorghum porridge.
This seventeen-year-old girl cooked quite efficiently, and the food looked delicious.
"Mr. Tian, please sit. We didn't know you'd be coming today, so it's a bit simple."
"It's okay. We're all from the village, and this meal is already great."
Jiang Guangxing was quite happy to hear Tian Mingyan's words.
Xiao Yan brought out a bowl of bean paste and a bunch of green onions.
The meal was simple, but it tasted really good.
Tian Mingyan ate a pancake, dipped some green onions in the paste, and found it exceptionally tasty.
"Xiao Yan, you're really skilled."
