Chapter 654: The Astonishing Sweet Potato

Leaving the manor, Qiao Xiaomai ran to the sweet potato field with a small shovel and dug up a few sweet potatoes.

The sweet potatoes could be harvested in half a month, but she dug them up now to test the taste.

After watering this one hundred and thirty acres of crops with so much spiritual spring water, she had high hopes for them.

Especially after realizing that she was running low on money, most of her hopes were pinned on these crops.

There were also soybeans, which were not ripe at this moment. Both pods and beans were green, commonly known as edamame. Qiao Xiaomai also picked some.

She brought these two things home, washed the sweet potatoes, peeled them with a knife, and ate them raw.

The sweet potato flesh was white, crispy, sweet and very juicy.

With one bite of sweet potato swallowed, Qiao Xiaomai’s peach blossom eyes lit up, and her anxious heart was put at ease.

With these sweet potatoes, she could make a fortune!

“Mother, Dami, try these sweet potatoes,” Qiao Xiaomai said, cutting the sweet potatoes into small pieces, serving them on a plate, and bringing it to them under the willow tree.

Zhuang Lühe was sewing clothes, and Qiao Dami was writing with a brush.

Hearing Qiao Xiaomai, Zhuang Lühe put down her needle and thread, and directly pinched a piece off with her hand.

Qiao Dami, however, didn’t even look up. “I don’t want to eat,” he said.

With the improved living conditions, not wanting for food or clothes, Qiao Dami finally acquired a habit that made Qiao Xiaomai both relieved and irritated: picky eating.

Having tasted all kinds of delicious food, the raw sweet potato in front of him didn’t pique his interest at all.

Seeing this, Qiao Xiaomai directly squeezed a piece and brought it to his mouth, “Have a bite. It’s really sweet.”

By this time, Zhuang Lühe had already swallowed the sweet potato in her mouth, and she nodded, “Delicious, Dami, you should try it.”

Only then did Qiao Dami open his mouth and ate the piece of sweet potato.

He chewed happily with his small teeth, the sweet juice filled his mouth, and Qiao Dami’s eyes lit up, “Delicious!”

Qiao Xiaomai chuckled and squeezed his little face, “Let’s make sweet potato porridge tonight.”

When it comes to ways of eating sweet potatoes, there are, indeed, a variety of them.

Not to mention cold jelly noodles which are processed foods; as for unprocessed sweet potatoes, you could make sweet potato porridge, roasted sweet potato, or steamed sweet potato.

The highest level of sweet potato porridge is to boil the sweet potatoes into a mash. The porridge, so sweet and coarse, is incredibly tasty.

As for roasted sweet potato, it goes without saying. In future winters, streets are full of roasted sweet potatoes; eating a steaming hot roasted sweet potato in the biting cold is the ultimate comfort.

Then there’s the steamed sweet potato, just wash the sweet potato, steam it in a pot, add some water, and when it’s cooked, just peel and eat. The center of the sweet potato turns into sugar, creating a candied effect.

It tastes great when hot, but it’s just as good if not better when cooled down.

In an instant, several ways of eating sweet potatoes popped up in Qiao Xiaomai’s mind, and all of them seemed profitable.

At night, she made sweet potato porridge. As she expected, the sweet potato turned into a mash, sweet enough to be without added sugar.

She also boiled the edamame, sprinkled a little salt, and the taste was excellent.

Qiao Changshun was surprised, “Why does it taste so good?”

“Maybe the feng shui of that plot of land is good.” Qiao Xiaomai attributed it to this elusive reason – Qiao Changshun was easy to fool anyway.

Just as she expected, upon hearing this, Qiao Changshun nodded in agreement, “It must be so, the sweet potatoes and soybeans I planted before did not taste like this.”

Qiao Xiaomai smiled upon hearing this, it was easy to keep a simpleton happy.