Xu Changsheng laughed foolishly, "Mom, I'm not scared anymore. Cooking for so many people isn't actually that hard. I think I'll do even better in the future."
Zhang Xiaoying patted his shoulder, "So you believe in yourself now, huh?"
"Mhm, I believe."
"That's good."
"Mom, you say that just this restaurant wants potatoes, but we can't sell that many, and the village planted so much!"
"Do you want to reach the sky in one step?"
Zhang Xiaoying said with annoyance.
Of course, she knew that just one Fengyue Restaurant definitely wouldn't sell a large quantity, but at least you have to let people know that potatoes are a good thing. Only when more people have tasted them can you open up a market for potatoes.
Just as Xu Changsheng was about to speak, he saw Steward Liao come in with a brilliant smile, "Doctor Zhang, come, come, there's good news!"
"What's up?" Zhang Xiaoying was puzzled.