In winter, Xue Yuantong's family usually ate in the kitchen, enjoying a warm family meal in the lingering heat of the earthen stove.
In summer, they moved the dining table to the main room by the entrance, where they could admire the fields and enjoy the cool breeze passing through the house. It was especially refreshing.
With such mouthwatering dishes to go with it, Jiang Ning was fine. He ate Xue Yuantong's cooking often enough that, although it was always stunning, he could still enjoy it at an unhurried pace.
His younger cousin Jiang Junlong, however, wolfed it down.
Shen Qing'e was no better. When faced with delicacies she rarely got to eat, a girl's fighting power was no weaker than a boy's.
They ate the meal to their hearts' content.
The Tomato Blackfish Slices in particular were unforgettable. The tender fish paired with the fresh, flavorful tomato broth lingered on the tongue. Jiang Junlong even scooped up the broth with a large iron ladle, poured it over his rice, mixed it together, and ate it with the fish.
Shen Qing'e was smarter. She discovered that while the fish was delicious, it was far inferior to the tomatoes. She had never eaten tomatoes so sweet, tart, and tasty.
As the cook, Xue Yuantong knew how special the tomatoes were. She asked, "Jiang Ning, where did you buy these tomatoes?"
Shen Qing'e looked over at that, equally interested.
These tomatoes were an excellent variety Jiang Ning had had Shao Shuangshuang find for him. He planted them in the Spiritual Field and irrigated them with creek water infused with spiritual energy, producing these fruits.
This was only the first generation. After several more generations of cultivation, the tomatoes would taste even better.
He admitted, "I grew them myself."
Xue Yuantong was the