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

"Father, Mother, I have disturbed you both, so I will take my leave now. Please continue!"

After saying that, Zhu Biao tried to turn around and run away.

The next second, Old Zhu's rough and cold voice rang out in the hall.

"return!"

Zhu Biao immediately stopped, stiffly turned around, and forced a smirk onto his face.

Zhu Ming, still holding the sesame seed cake and duck blood soup under his arm, puffed out his cheeks and secretly peered into the hall.

He watched with great interest as his father lay in his mother's arms.

Then, Zhu straightened up from Empress Ma's embrace, sat up properly, and his gaze fell heavily on his two sons at the door.

One was the eldest son, and the other was the youngest; both were his most beloved sons.

If it were the second, third, fourth, or fifth son, they would have already been whipped by Old Zhu and spun around in place.

Zhu Yuanzhang coughed lightly, deliberately keeping a straight face to defend himself, "Just now I was just feeling a headache and bored, and your mother massaged it for me for a while. There was no other meaning behind it."

Zhu Biao immediately replied, "Father, you don't need to explain, I understand!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang almost blurted out: "You know nothing!"

If you really understand,

Why didn't you rush to run away earlier!

However, the more you explain, the worse it gets; adding another explanation only makes you seem guilty.

So, Old Zhu decided to change the subject, frowning as he asked in a deep voice, "Alright, enough of this nonsense. What urgent matter brought you to kick the door open in such a hurry that you, the Crown Prince, disregarded all manners?"

Zhu Biao grabbed Zhu Ming from under his arm, lifted the little guy up in front of his father, and exclaimed excitedly, "Father! Your son has found a way to relieve the suffering of countless disaster victims!"

Zhu Ming, held high above the ground, was still clutching an unfinished sesame seed cake in his hand and a bowl of duck blood soup in his arms.

He blinked his round eyes, revealing a set of neat white teeth, and smiled happily at Old Zhu.

Before Zhu Yuanzhang could speak, Empress Ma couldn't help but ask, "Biao'er, is the method you mentioned related to Ming'er?"

Zhu Biao put the little one down and immediately nodded in reply, "That's right, Mother. My method is entirely thanks to my sixth brother."

Old Zhu and Empress Ma exchanged a glance, both looking somewhat surprised, and then said, "Tell me more!"

However, Zhu Biao believed that seeing it for himself was better than saying it, so he bowed to Zhu Ming and said, "Sixth brother, please demonstrate your supernatural powers one more time for Father and Mother."

The little guy nodded vigorously.

Then he devoured the remaining sesame seed cakes in his hand and the duck blood soup he was holding, wiping his mouth clean.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Ming reached into his pocket, pulled out a red and white striped mesh tablecloth, and held it high.

"Ta-da! Gourmet tablecloth!"

"A gourmet tablecloth?"

Old Zhu subconsciously leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the tablecloth in Zhu Ming's hand.

Empress Ma, standing to the side, also looked puzzled.

Could this be another top-tier magic weapon given by the Dao Ancestor?

The little one bent down and neatly laid the food tablecloth on the ground, then asked his father and mother, "Father, Mother, is there anything you'd like to eat? Just tell me, and I'll conjure it up for you right away!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened in disbelief: "You can really conjure food out of thin air?"

At this moment, his thoughts were exactly the same as Zhu Biao's at the beginning. This was a method that only immortals possessed. Ming'er was still young. Could he really do it?

Only Empress Ma unconditionally believed in her youngest son, Ming'er.

The little guy was surprised that Old Zhu still dared to question him.

He immediately put his hands together and silently recited the food he wanted.

Immediately afterwards, a giant ice cream appeared out of thin air on the food tablecloth.

The cream was piled up in layers, creating a novel and eye-catching design that left both Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma stunned.

Zhu Ming picked up the ice cream cup, which was bigger than his head, and ran all the way to Empress Ma. He held the cup high and presented it to his mother like a treasure.

"Mommy, you have to try this! It's called ice cream. It's cool, refreshing, sweet, and delicious!"

Empress Ma looked at her youngest son with tender eyes, picked up the spoon, and gently scooped up a small spoonful of snow-white, icy ice cream and put it in her mouth.

Upon tasting, the cool, sweet sensation instantly melts on the tip of the tongue, and a refreshing chill spreads down the throat.

This tastes completely different from the pastries and candied fruits in the palace.

Empress Ma narrowed her eyes slightly, a delighted smile spreading across her face. She exclaimed instinctively, "This taste is truly wonderful, sweet and refreshing. I have never tasted anything like it before."

Zhu Yuanzhang stood to the side, his eyes fixed on the fluffy, snow-white ice cream in the glass, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his mouth practically watering.

But as a powerful emperor and the little boy's father, he was too proud to ask for it.

He could only pretend to be calm, standing with his hands behind his back, occasionally glancing sideways at Zhu Ming.

He kept giving the little guy meaningful glances, just waiting for Zhu Ming to hand him a serving.

Unfortunately, the little guy is simple-minded.

Who understands the intricacies of adulthood?

So, faced with Lao Zhu's suggestive glances,

The little one asked with concern, "Father, is there sand in your eyes? Should I blow it out for you?"

Old Zhu was so taken aback by those words that he couldn't catch his breath. He clutched his chest and coughed repeatedly, his old face turning red from the effort.

Empress Ma, standing to the side, looked at him with amusement.

As her husband of so many years, she naturally knew Zhu Chongba's little schemes.

So she took the initiative to scoop a spoonful of ice cream and held it to Zhu Chongba's lips.

"Come on, open your mouth!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's face immediately turned red.

She was already quite old, and being fed in front of her son made her feel extremely embarrassed and helpless.

"We can do it ourselves, you don't need to feed us..."

"Hurry up, it'll melt in a minute!"

Zhu Yuanzhang had no choice but to open his mouth and say indistinctly, "It's not that I'm greedy, it's that I'm worried about the origin of this stuff, that it might be poisonous, so I'm checking it out for you first."

Upon hearing this, Empress Ma raised her hand and gently patted his arm, saying with a reproachful expression, "If you can't speak properly, then shut up. Nobody thinks you're mute."

"This is Ming'er's filial piety. You say it's poisonous? Have you considered Ming'er's feelings? And have you forgotten that I'm immune to all poisons!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was speechless on the spot, his dark face flushed red, and he kept saying, "That's not what I meant, I..."

Fortunately, the little guy didn't hold it against him.

Instead, she tilted her little face up and asked excitedly, "Is the ice cream delicious?"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded subconsciously.

And you know what? This strange food has an amazing taste – cool, refreshing, and sweet without being cloying.

Especially now, in the sweltering heat of midsummer, the oppressive heat makes people irritable and restless. If you could have a bite of something icy cold, the feeling would be absolutely wonderful!

But soon,

Zhu Yuanzhang then realized that something more important was at hand.

He suddenly stood up from his chair, rushed to Zhu Ming, and asked excitedly.

"Ming'er, since you can conjure food, can you conjure grain?"

Right now, there are millions of disaster victims around the world waiting for food to save their lives!

If Zhu Ming could conjure up food out of thin air and save the people, his merit would be enough to make him a saint of his time!

He could even point to the giant Buddha statue in Leshan and say:

Get down and let my son sit on it!