That day, Hui Wenzu had gathered all his troops. He preferred to risk his own reputation rather than seeking a random place to conduct a drill or make a round trip.
However, this time was different from the last. Upon seeing Brother Pheasant, Brother Pheasant said directly, "Lord Zheng, the Lord invites you."
A small clay stove had an iron plate on top. Oil was smeared on it, and some brown sugar was sprinkled, which melted to form caramel. The Earl of North Border sat behind the stove. Using a short knife, he first cut a few slices from the rice cake and placed them all on the iron plate, then he began flipping them.
In no time, the SIZZLING aroma filled the air.
Tian Wujing sat in a chair opposite, holding a booklet and watching silently.
In Yan, the two lords—one from the north and one from the south—were reunited.
"It's ready. Want a slice? The rice cake made by Uncle Xue is delicious."
The Earl of North Border generously pointed to the rice cakes on the iron plate.
