The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

"Sixth brother, what are you secretly eating? It smells so good!"

Suddenly, the Crown Prince's voice rang out from behind.

Zhu Ming suddenly turned his head, his mouth stuffed full of food, his cheeks bulging, looking exactly like a greedy little hamster.

Upon seeing that the visitor was his elder brother Zhu Biao,

The little guy's eyes lit up immediately, and he shouted "Big Brother!" before rushing over.

Zhu Biao's smile froze abruptly.

My instinct was to try to get away.

But in the end, he was still a step too slow, and Zhu Ming firmly grabbed his leg.

The little guy clung to his trouser leg, rubbing against it repeatedly.

When he looked up again, his face was clean, the oil stains from his mouth had been smeared all over Zhu Biao's trousers.

Zhu Biao's lips twitched violently a few times upon seeing this.

He wanted to get angry, but this was his most beloved younger brother, so in the end he could only say it with a helpless expression.

"Ming'er, if you want to hug your older brother in the future, at least wipe your mouth clean first."

Zhu Ming chuckled.

Judging from his expression, he didn't take those words to heart at all, and he might do it again next time!

Zhu Ming pulled on his elder brother's clothes and led him to the stone table, where a tablecloth for the freshly acquired food was laid out.

"Big brother, are you hungry? Just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll conjure it up for you right away!"

Zhu Biao was curious upon hearing this. The day before yesterday, he had been ordered to go to the countryside for inspection and had missed many interesting scenes.

I learned from my father that my sixth brother had been taken as a disciple by the Dao Ancestor, who taught him many top-level supernatural powers.

Previously, he had only witnessed his sixth brother's ability to manifest the power of heaven and earth.

Yesterday, my sixth brother transformed into a towering giant, hundreds of meters tall, his majestic figure soaring into the sky.

The scene remains breathtaking even now when I think back on it.

His gaze fell on the unremarkable mesh tablecloth on the stone table, and he said with a smile, "Oh? You little rascal, your skills are getting better and better. Well, I'd like to see for myself."

Then, Zhu Biao thought for a moment and said, "Big brother suddenly has a craving. He wants to eat the sesame seed cakes from Wu Ji Old Shop in Confucius Temple and the duck blood soup from Liu Family Soup across the street. Can you conjure them up for big brother?"

In fact, Zhu Biao was just saying it casually; creating things out of thin air is a skill that only true immortals possess.

Ming'er is still young, even if he becomes a disciple of the Dao Ancestor and learns skills.

It's hard to imagine that they could achieve that level of success.

I said this purely to tease my younger brother.

The little guy patted his chest confidently and said, "Big brother, wait a moment, I'll conjure it up for you right away."

Then the little guy put his hands together, looked at the food tablecloth spread on the stone table in front of him, and wished, "I want Wu Ji's sesame seed cakes and duck blood soup!"

The voice just fell,

Two steaming hot dishes appeared out of nowhere.

A plate of sesame seed cakes has a golden-brown, crispy crust, looking as if they were just taken out of the oven.

Next to it was a large bowl of duck blood soup, steaming hot, its fresh aroma wafting through the air.

Zhu Biao was dumbfounded.

No, I was just kidding. You're really something!

Zhu Biao stared at the food on the table and said subconsciously, "This must be a hallucination, right?"

To verify whether the food was authentic, Zhu Biao reached out and picked up a piece of sesame seed cake, which was surprisingly hot to the touch.

He brought it to his lips, blew on it slightly, and then gently bit it, his eyes widening instantly.

The outer layer is crispy and crunchy, while the inside is soft and flavorful, a familiar taste spreading in the mouth.

This is exactly the unique flavor of Wu Ji Old Shop in Confucius Temple.

Zhu Biao suddenly turned his head to look at Zhu Ming.

The little guy stood tall and proud, hands on his hips, with a smug look on his face that said, "Come on, praise me!"

Zhu Biao was amused by the little guy's adorable appearance and couldn't help but laugh. He was about to reach out and rub the little guy's head to praise him.

Before his fingertips could even touch Zhu Ming's hair,

Zhu Biao's expression froze instantly.

He suddenly remembered the people who were starving to death.

Zhu Biao immediately bent down, grabbed Zhu Ming's shoulders with both hands, his expression tense and excited, his voice trembling as he said:

"Tomorrow, tell your older brother, besides sesame cakes, what other food can you conjure up?"

Zhu Ming replied with a grin, "Big brother, didn't I already tell you that I can conjure up whatever you want to eat?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao became even more excited and quickly asked, "Then how much food can you conjure up in a day?"

Zhu Ming said smugly, "I can change as much as I want."

As soon as this word comes out,

Zhu Biao could no longer contain his elation and immediately shouted, "Good! Excellent! Now the people are saved!"

After saying this, Zhu Biao looked down at Zhu Ming and said excitedly, "Sixth brother, come with me quickly to see Father Emperor. We must tell him this incredibly good news!"

Zhu Ming shrank back, looking reluctant, and said, "Why would I see him? I'm not going."

Zhu Biao's expression turned serious, and his tone suddenly became solemn: "Sixth brother, this matter concerns the life and death of millions of disaster-stricken people. You must help your elder brother and father."

Upon hearing that the situation was so serious,

The little one also stopped playing around and said seriously, "Oh, it's that serious? Okay, I'll go with you then!"

After saying that, Zhu Ming raised his hand to collect the food tablecloth on the stone table, carefully folded it, and put it back in his pocket.

Then, he pointed to the sesame seed cakes and duck blood soup on the table, looked up and asked, "Brother, do you still want some of this duck blood soup and sesame seed cakes?"

At this moment, Zhu Biao was preoccupied with the important matter of how to help the disaster victims, and he was extremely anxious. He had no time to eat any sesame cakes.

Even if you say it's from Wu Da's family, and that Pan Jinlian kneaded the dough herself, he wouldn't have time to eat it!

"Stop dawdling, let's get over there!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Biao reached out and scooped Zhu Ming up in his arms, holding him tightly under his arm, and strode towards the main hall of Kunning Palace.

Zhu Ming was lifted up around the waist.

The first thing she did wasn't struggle, but quickly reached out her little hand to grab the bowl of duck blood soup, and with her other hand she grabbed three sesame cakes and stuffed them into her bosom.

Even when he's being held under someone's arm and swayed back and forth, the little guy's mouth still keeps moving.

While taking small bites of the crispy sesame flatbread, he would occasionally sip a mouthful of the fragrant hot soup, enjoying his meal immensely.

You can't blame him for being greedy!

The little guy doesn't like to waste food; he always finishes every single grain of rice in his bowl.

You agree, General Yuwen!

Upon arriving at the main hall of Kunning Palace, Commander Mao Xiang was leading several guards standing watch at the entrance.

Upon seeing the Crown Prince approach, Mao Xiang immediately bowed and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "Your Highness, His Majesty has specifically instructed that no one is allowed to enter and disturb us."

Zhu Biao was eager to share the joy with his father, the Emperor, and had no time to worry about being barred from entering.

Besides, what can't we disturb in broad daylight? We can't let our elderly father and mother do bad things inside!

"Move aside, I have urgent business to report to my father."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Biao ignored Mao Xiang's attempts to stop him, kicked open the door, and shouted excitedly, "Father, I've found a way..."

Zhu Biao suddenly stopped mid-sentence, as if frozen in place, his expression complex.

"I think I've arrived at the wrong time..."