He said in that deep, even tone of his, "The fat bull tribe grows this. They eat it often. They also sell it to the Bird Tribe for trading."
Su Qinglan's mouth fell open. "They… grow it?!"
She looked down again at the shiny grains, still half afraid they would vanish if she blinked. She rubbed one between her fingers and then smelled it...yes, there was no mistake. That faint scent of sun-dried grain was the same one she had grown up with in her old world.
"It really is rice," she whispered, almost teary-eyed. "I never thought I'd see it again…"
Xuan Long tilted his head slightly, watching her reaction with quiet curiosity. "Do you like it that much?"
Su Qinglan laughed, half crying, half smiling. "Like it? I love it! This is what I always want! I can make porridge, rice cakes, and even steamed rice!"
Her eyes shone as she held the leaf bundle like a treasure. "Do you have more of this? Or did you just find this much?"
