Chapter fifty-five

"Are you roasting sweet potatoes?"

The young man has good eyesight and saw a puddle of sweet potatoes of different sizes on the ground from a distance. With a group of people blocking the way, he couldn't see clearly, but the smell of sweet potatoes in the air made him feel hungry.

"I've met your lord ... Young Master." When a group of soldiers saw the two of them, they naturally stood up and saluted them.

"Yes." The sweet potatoes they were ...