The first batch of potatoes was sold out, and he made more money than Xu Yang had imagined.
The yield per acre was already high, and the price offered by the merchants was even higher.
It was indeed profitable.
When Zheng Youcai and Xu Yang discussed the contract, they had a pleasant conversation and were generous about pricing.
Truckloads of potatoes were delivered to the holiday resort on the outskirts of the Capital.
The chefs at the resort had been eagerly anticipating them.
"Thank goodness they've finally arrived. Ever since we ran out of his potatoes, using ones from elsewhere just doesn't feel right."
"Indeed, we've looked at other colorful potatoes, but none are as good as his!"
"Don't know how he grows them, but they sure taste great."
"Right, his potatoes have a soft and fluffy texture and they absorb broth exceptionally well. Eating them feels almost like eating mashed potatoes—very nice indeed."
Everyone smiled upon seeing the potatoes.