Zhuo Feng stepped out of the house and saw Xiao Xian squatting by the faucet, washing a glass bottle.
"Xiao Xian, come and taste this. Your uncle and I both think the sweet potatoes we dug up this time have an especially good texture and high starch content," Zhuo Feng cleaned a sweet potato, cut it open, and handed a piece to Xiao Xian.
Living in the suburbs, they ate less fruit and gnawed on sweet potatoes daily. Initially, Zhuo Feng complained for quite a while but recently felt that his digestion and skin had improved a lot. Given the new sweet potatoes tasted really good, he couldn't resist asking Xiao Xian to judge them.
"They are really tasty, exceptionally sweet and juicy," Xiao Xian chuckled hehe, shaking the glass bottle in his hand to dry it.
