Potato Noodles

"Your Highness, we are lucky to be able to follow Your Highness, and we are willing to vow our deaths will be left to Your Highness."

"Alright, my good brother."

The moment these words were said to incite the morale of the soldiers, their dejection immediately rose.

"This yellow item is called potato. As for the way to eat it, let the person beside me demonstrate it to everyone."

Yang Dingchu cupped his fists towards the Fire Leopards and took the potatoes from the Centurion.

The peeling of the peeling, the slicing of the slicing, the slicing of the sectioning.

He threw a few in the brazier as well.

The people watching from the side were shocked when they saw Yang Dingchu throw the thing directly into the fire.

One of the soldiers who was closest to the brazier immediately tried to fish out the potatoes.

"Don't, let it be inside. The potatoes baked like this also taste good."