Senju Kyogawa was still immersed in his gratitude toward Senju Chenghe and the others when Senju Chenghe suddenly broke the peaceful, harmonious atmosphere.
"Little Jingchuan, so when will those potatoes finally be fully grown..." Senju Chenghe scratched his head honestly, slurped at the corner of his mouth, then asked Senju Kyogawa.
He had been lucky enough to taste some fried potatoes the night before. That flavor had been absolutely incredible. Whenever Senju Chenghe thought of the potatoes now, his mouth watered, and he could not help asking Senju Kyogawa about them.
If this had been a manga, a row of black lines might have appeared above Senju Kyogawa's head to show just how speechless he was.
Such a wonderful atmosphere, such a fitting moment—perfect for some sentimental reflection.
Still, Senju Kyogawa answered Senju Chenghe's question honestly.
"About a month?"
Judging by how the potato sprouts were growing, Senju Kyogawa made a rough estimate.
"But, Brother Chenghe, there's more than just potatoes planted there. The plot on the left has sweet potatoes, the one on the right has corn, and there's also the most common crop, rice. You should recognize that one, Brother Chenghe."
Senju Kyogawa looked out over the fields and introduced them one by one, naturally mentioning how many delicious foods could be made from those crops.
Senju Chenghe had already been craving the fried potatoes he had eaten yesterday. Now that he heard it was not just potatoes that could be made into such delicious food, he became even hungrier. It felt as though the breakfast he had eaten that morning had done nothing to fill him up.
A thought suddenly came to Senju Chenghe.
His eyes darted around.
Then Senju Chenghe smiled and asked, "Little Jingchuan, do you still need more help?"
At first, Senju Kyogawa did