Although he had heard Feng Zi talk about potatoes before, he had never seen them, let alone cut them into slices.
Zhang Feng took the potatoes from the servant's hand and looked around at everyone with a proud face. "These are the potatoes I mentioned before. Now they have been cut into slices."
"These are potatoes?"
Cheng Yaojin exclaimed and stared at the potato slices with his eyes wide open.
He had heard Feng Zi say that potatoes could yield a thousand catties per mu and two catties per year. At that time, he didn't believe it. Now, looking at the potato slices in front of him, he instantly doubted it.
Zhang Feng enjoyed Cheng Yaojin's surprised look. He strode forward, put the potatoes on the table, and said with a smile, "Look, these are the potatoes that can yield a thousand catties per mu."
Li Shimin picked up a potato slice, his heart full of doubts.
Could this thing really yield a thousand catties per mu?
Although he had heard Feng Zi say it before, he inevitably had some doubts in his heart.
So he had to ask, "Feng Zi, can this thing really yield a thousand catties per mu? And it can be harvested for two seasons? "
Zhang Feng nodded solemnly. "Of course, when have I ever lied to you about such an important thing?"
Li Shimin fell silent.
He was sure. Feng Zi had never lied about such an important thing.
Wouldn't that be the good news for the people of the Tang Dynasty? Would the people of the Tang Dynasty not have to starve in the future?
Would the soldiers in the barracks have food?
Thinking of this, he hurriedly said, "Feng Zi, where are you planting the potatoes? Take us to have a look. "
Cheng Yaojin pulled Zhang Feng and said eagerly, "Let's go, Feng Zi. Let's go and have a look."
"I know you want to have a look."
Zhang Feng smiled, then shook off Cheng Yaojin and pointed to the potato slices on the plate. "It's not too late to have a look later. Don't you want to taste the potatoes?"
Originally, everyone was still immersed in the joy of the potatoes, but after Zhang Feng said that, everyone's eyes moved to the plate.
That's right, I can take a look at the potatoes later. Now that the potato slices are right in front of me, if I don't try them, wouldn't I be letting myself down?
"Try it?"
Cheng Yaojin looked at Li Shimin and asked.
Li Shimin was also a little tempted. Since Cheng Yaojin asked, it was not good to say anything. He could only say, "Let's try it. Put it in the pot."
As he spoke, he picked up a plate of potatoes and poured them into the pot. Cheng Yaojin also picked up the potatoes and poured them into the pot. After a while, all the potato slices were poured into the pot.
Zhang Feng's face sank. He wanted to curse. These guys poured all the potato slices into the pot, and there were still a few that hadn't been cut. He was planning to make potato stew with beef.
After thinking about it, he stopped and said, "Everyone, sit down. This thing cooks quickly. We can eat it soon."
"Is it?"
Cheng Yaojin raised his eyebrows in joy. His chopsticks were already in the pot. He scooped up a piece of steaming hot potato slices and blew on it twice. Feeling that it was already cold, he began to eat heartily. After eating a few mouthfuls, he felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly said, "Feng Zi, didn't you say that it would be cooked soon? Why is it not cooked yet? "
As he spoke, he swallowed the half-cooked potato slices one after another.
"I said it would be cooked soon, but I didn't say it would be cooked now."
Zhang Feng looked at Cheng Yaojin with some amusement. However, when he saw that this guy was eating half-cooked, he quickly said, "This is half-cooked. Why are you eating it?"
Cheng Yaojin ignored Zhang Feng and ate even more. This was because in his philosophy, food was precious. He was a person who had experienced a great famine. Generally, he didn't know how to eat food. Even now, he was a noble. This was one of his few advantages.
"Feng Zi, you don't have to care about this guy."
Li Shimin rolled his eyes at Cheng Yaojin, then looked at Zhang Feng and said with a smile, "Are these potatoes cooked?"
Zhang Feng said, "Oh." Then, he picked up a piece with his chopsticks and tasted it. When he found that there was no problem, he said, "It's cooked. Everyone, try it."
As soon as he said that, everyone put their chopsticks into the pot, especially Cheng Yaojin. His chopsticks were very fast, as if he was afraid that others would snatch it from him.
Everyone put the potatoes into their bowls and found that they were a little hot. They quickly blew on them with their mouths. When the potatoes cooled down, they wolfed them down.
Other than Wei Zheng and the other literati who still maintained a steady appearance, Cheng Yaojin and Cheng Chumo didn't care about eating etiquette at all. Their mouths were full of oil.
"Feng Zi, why does your potato taste like hotpot no matter how you eat it?"
Cheng Yaojin looked at the potato on his chopsticks and seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the taste of the potato. This guy had eaten too much hotpot and always felt that he was eating something spicy.
"Aren't you just spouting nonsense?"
Zhang Feng rolled his eyes at Cheng Yaojin and said angrily, "If the potato doesn't taste like hotpot, what else can it taste like?"
However, this was not wrong. The potato itself contained a lot of starch, so it didn't have any taste. As long as it was mixed with other seasonings, it would taste like other seasonings.
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