"Nonsense," Qiao Xiaomai didn't believe him. People from the future avoided supermarket vegetables for their lack of safety, hence their preference for wild greens.
In these times, only the poor would eat wild vegetables.
If she tried to pass these off to Yang Wenxiao, he would definitely scowl at her.
"Next time I'll send a message to His Majesty, saying we're running low on our own vegetables and won't be able to send more once they're gone," she said.
"Hmm," Tong Sanlang nodded without looking up, "Feed those pigs more Spiritual Spring water in the next few days. If we run out of greens, we'll just send pork."
"Alright," Qiao Xiaomai nodded.
Capital City.
Yang Wenxiao frowned at the assortment of spices laid out before him, his face as wrinkled as tree bark.
Gao Lian had checked as instructed; the Imperial Kitchen had no new recruits recently, nor had they used any new ingredients. Everything was as usual.