His little tomato plant had originally been an ornamental bonsai, a gift from someone else.
Only afterward had he learned that most people nowadays considered tomatoes inedible.
Because some people got diarrhea after eating them, they thought the fruit was poisonous. Then word spread from one to ten, and ten to a hundred, until everyone regarded tomatoes as poisonous plants.
But this was not a matter of toxins, but of other chemical substances.
In essence, it was similar to how many people were lactose intolerant. With proper handling, there would be no problem.
The tomatoes on his plant were only the size of cherries, rather than the fist-sized fruits cultivated in later generations.
But there was not much difference in flavor or anything else.
As it happened, the Great Wei Sacred Dynasty did not yet have the classic dish of stir-fried tomatoes and eggs, so he might as well invent it.
Perhaps it would broaden people's horizons, encouraging the common folk of the Great Wei Sacred Dynasty to look toward more and more ingredients, develop more new dishes, and enrich their culinary culture.
After all, food was the people's heaven.
Once people's most basic needs-eating, drinking, and relieving themselves-were met, everything else in life could be taken slowly.
First eating their fill, then eating well: both would raise their happiness in life.
As he cooked, the aroma of stir-fried tomatoes and eggs gradually wafted out.
Water streamed from Shi Polie's mouth, and the mud had even soaked the bricks beneath him.
"Good stuff, good stuff, good stuff." Shi Polie kept glancing at the little tomato plant, then at the plump, golden tomatoes and eggs in Lin Ke's wok, his eyes shining.
A short while later, the tomatoes and eggs were ready, their juices enticing and their fragrance spilling in every