Flavors of Armand ( 262 )

"And, my lord?"

"Yes, Alf?"

"The rice that Young Master Javier has been so eager to eat—along with the planting plan he drafted—has its first batch ready. We've followed the blueprint he created in his workshop."

"Ah, yes… I remember that day. It was when I caught him finishing the magic sugar machine process, wasn't it?"

"Yes, my lord. He showed us every plan he drafted, and we've been gradually implementing them across the region. The crawfish harvest in the paddy fields has also been successful."

Garius smirked, recalling the moment he caught his youngest son red-handed in his workshop, grinning over his latest invention.

"He was so excited about that rice," Garius muttered, shaking his head. "Who would've thought something so simple could make him so happy?"

Alf chuckled. "Yes, my lord. He claimed the taste was beyond anything we had here and insisted on replicating it perfectly."