Potato

Observing Taotao's expression, Qiao Xuan could easily tell what she was thinking, and it brought a warm smile to her face. Being trusted and anticipated felt wonderful.

Aside from the fruits, Qiao Xuan also brought back many potatoes. Thanks to her attentive care, both the potatoes planted in the backyard of the capital and those growing in the space were flourishing. The potatoes in the capital had already been dug before their return.

The harvest was bountiful, with more than ten plants yielding over 30 to 40 potatoes each, all bigger than a fist. Qiao Xuan wasn't the only one delighted; Liqiu and the others who helped with the digging were equally joyous.

Shao Yunduan found it hard to believe. He stood there in awe, staring at the pile of potatoes before him. Among the various crops they grew at home—peanuts, soybeans, corn, and taros—none compared to the impressive productivity of the potatoes.