The appearance of sweet potatoes and potatoes when boiled was something Ying Zheng had never seen.
Therefore, when Lin Tian prepared these items into food, Ying Zheng was filled with curiosity.
"How do these things taste?"
Although sweet potatoes and potatoes, as a staple food, primarily served to fill the stomach, their taste was also very important.
If sweet potatoes and potatoes were difficult to swallow, eating would become a painful experience.
Thus, in Ying Zheng's heart, he hoped that sweet potatoes and potatoes could be more delicious.
Lin Tian did not answer Ying Zheng's question directly but instead gestured for Ying Zheng to pick up a baked potato.
While potatoes could be mashed, the method of baking them was simpler, requiring only fire to be edible.
Therefore, Lin Tian ultimately decided to make baked sweet potatoes and baked potatoes.
Ying Zheng was full of curiosity about this capability.
When Lin Tian gestured for him to eat the baked potato, he did not hesitate. He picked up a potato and prepared to taste it.
This scene made Zhao Gao, standing nearby, tremble with fear.
He was also worried that Ying Zheng might be poisoned after eating these baked potatoes.
If the food were prepared by someone else, he would have no hesitation in trying it himself.
But for the food made by Lin Tian, he didn't even have the chance to test for poison.
If he had done so, Lin Tian might not have said anything, but Ying Zheng would surely have had him beheaded.
Therefore, at this moment, Zhao Gao was trembling with fear, wanting to speak but holding back.
However, even though he wanted to speak but refrained, no one paid him any attention.
Lin Tian simply disliked Zhao Gao and would not give him a second glance.
Ying Zheng's reason for not looking at Zhao Gao was even simpler.
A servant, an incomplete person, was not worth Ying Zheng's attention.
After Lin Tian signaled for Ying Zheng to eat the baked potato, Ying Zheng directly broke it open and began to eat.
The moment Ying Zheng took a bite, his expression changed.
The taste of the potato was completely different from what he had imagined.
Initially, seeing the potato was large and somewhat unsightly, he assumed its taste would be poor.
But unexpectedly, the baked potato was sweet, and the sensation upon entering his mouth was exceptionally pleasant.
With a single bite, it felt like he was eating a delicacy.
Therefore, after the first bite, Ying Zheng quickly took a second, then a third.
His eagerness made Zhao Gao wonder if the potato was some kind of rare delicacy.
Why would someone like Ying Zheng, who was accustomed to fine dining, eat a potato so enthusiastically, taking so many bites?