"If you want to eat, no way!" Huo Guang refused directly.

"Haha, you can't eat it, that's such a pity." Pu Tian said this, but there was no regret on his face. Instead, he said: "Forget it, why don't I treat you to cannonball!"

"Cannonball? You mean Zhou Bazhen?" Huo Guang asked doubtfully.

Pu Tian just smiled lightly and did not explain.

He clapped his hands towards the slaves.

Then a large plate was brought out and placed on the dining table.

Huo Guang stared at the cannonball on the plate.

Since there were no such things as tables and chairs in the Han Dynasty, people spread plant stems such as reeds and cattails on the ground and knelt down on them to eat while waiting for meals.

However, when Putian invited Huo Guang to dinner, the material spread on the floor was actually silk.

What a rich man’s handiwork!

It's obvious that this guy is extremely rich.

"Yes, it's one of Zhou Bazhen's cannonballs." As Pu Tian spoke, he ordered someone to cut off a piece of meat with a knife and give it to Huo Guang. At the same time, he said, "Come and try this. Is it as delicious as your beggar's chicken?"

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Huo Guang didn't show any pretense and took a bite directly. After savoring it carefully, he found that it was crispy, glutinous and sweet in the mouth, and the taste was very delicious.

But his expression at the moment is strange!
Chapter completed!