Chapter 2070

Although Feng Zi had heard of potatoes before, he had not seen them, and there was no sliced potato.

Zhang Feng took the potatoes from the servants and looked around the people proudly: "this is the potato I said before. Now it has been cut into pieces."

"This is the potato?"

Cheng Yaojin exclaimed and stared at the potato chips with round eyes.

He had heard Fengzi say that this potato could yield 1000 Jin per mu and two Jin a year. At that time, he didn't believe in this thing. Now when he looked at the potato chips in front of him, he was a little suspicious.

Zhang Feng enjoyed Cheng Yaojin's suspicious appearance. He stepped forward, put the potatoes on the table and said with a smile, "look, this is what can produce thousands of kilograms per mu."

Li Shimin picked up a potato chip and was full of doubts.

Can this thing really yield a kilogram per mu?

Although Feng Zi had heard of it before, he still had some doubts in his heart.

So he had to ask, "Fengzi, can this thing really yield a kilogram per mu? Can it harvest two seasons?"

Zhang Feng nodded solemnly: "of course, you see when I cheated you on such an important thing."

Li Shimin was silent.

Sure, Feng Zi has never lied about such an important thing.

Isn't that the gospel of the people of the Tang Dynasty? People in the Tang Dynasty don't have to starve in the future?

The soldiers in the barracks also have food?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly said, "Fengzi, where are you potatoes? Take us to have a look."

Cheng Yaojin pulled Zhang Feng and said eagerly, "go, Fengzi, go and have a look."

"I knew you wanted to see it."

Zhang Feng smiled, then shook off Cheng Yaojin and pointed to the potato chips on the plate: "it's not too late to see. Don't you want to taste the potato?"

Originally, people were still immersed in the joy of potatoes. When Zhang Feng said so, everyone's eyes moved to the plate.

Yes, it's OK to wait and see the potatoes. Now the potato chips are in front of you. If you don't taste two, you're really sorry for yourself, aren't you?

"Try it?"

Cheng Yaojin looks at Li Shimin and asks with a little inquiry.

Li Shimin was also a little moved. Since Cheng Yaojin asked, he couldn't say anything, so he had to say, "just taste it and cook."

Then he picked up a plate of potatoes and poured them into the pot. Seeing this, Cheng Yaojin also picked up the potatoes and poured them into the pot. After a while, all the potato chips were poured into the pot.

Zhang Feng's face sank and he wanted to swear. These fucking potato chips were poured into the pot by these guys. There are still a few that haven't been cut. He's going to make potato stewed beef.

After thinking about it, he stopped and said, "let's sit down. This thing is cooked quickly and can be eaten right away."

"Really?"

Cheng Yaojin was overjoyed. His chopsticks had been put into the pot. He picked up a steaming potato chip and blew it twice. He felt it was cold. He began to eat it quickly. After eating a few mouthfuls, he felt something was wrong. He bolted and said, "Feng Zi, didn't you say it's cooked soon? Why isn't it cooked yet?"

Then he swallowed the half cooked potato chips.

"I mean it's almost ripe, but I didn't say it's ripe now."

Zhang Feng looked at Cheng Yaojin funny, but when he saw this guy eating half cooked, he hurriedly said, "this is still half cooked. Why did you eat it?"

Cheng Yaojin ignored Zhang Feng and ate more, because in his idea, food is precious. He is a person who has experienced great famine and generally does not have food. Even if he is a prince and noble now, it has not changed, which is one of his few advantages.

"Feng Zi, you don't have to worry about this guy."

Li Shimin glanced at Cheng Yaojin, then looked at Zhang Feng and said with a smile, "do you see if the potatoes are cooked?"

Zhang Feng gave a cry. Then he took a piece of chopsticks and tasted it. He found that there was no problem. Then he said, "it's ripe. Let's try it."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone's chopsticks went into the pot, especially Cheng Yaojin. He thought quickly under the chopsticks, as if he was afraid of being robbed by others.

They put the potatoes in a bowl and found it a little hot. They quickly blew them with their mouth. When the potatoes cooled down, they wolfed them down.

In addition to Wei Zheng and other literati, Cheng Yaojin and Cheng Chumo still keep a steady look. These guys don't care about the etiquette of eating, and their mouths are full of oil.

"Feng Zi, you potato tastes like hot pot all the time?"

Cheng Yaojin looked at the potatoes on his chopsticks. He seemed dissatisfied with the taste of potatoes, because this guy ate too much hot pot. He always felt that he ate something spicy hot pot.

"Isn't that nonsense?"

Zhang Fengbai glanced at Cheng Yaojin and didn't have a good way: "if the potatoes are put in the hot pot, what else can they taste?"

But this is not wrong. Potatoes themselves contain a lot of starch, so they have no taste. As long as they are mixed with other spices, they will have the same taste as the spices.