Chen Xu sat opposite the Wild Goose Feather Ghost King.
The Wild Goose Feather Ghost King was startled and let out a "huh" as he looked at the japonica rice in Chen Xu's palm.
It was clearly just an ordinary small handful of japonica rice, yet it made the Ghost King momentarily dazed.
But after the daze, the Wild Goose Feather Ghost King shook his head and said, "No, still not right, the porridge I ate back then, the rice grains weren't this good."
The rice grains weren't this good?
Chen Xu gave the cross-legged Ghost King a deep look, realizing his guess was correct.
So Chen Xu put away the handful of japonica rice in his palm, then opened his hand again, revealing a small handful of brown rice and a small handful of millet.
He carefully observed the Wild Goose Feather Ghost King's expression, noticing a stunned look as his gaze fell on the brown rice, his fierce and rugged face now showing deeper desolation.
