Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 1623 - 1622: Booming Business

After extinguishing the fire, Yang Wenxiao used a shovel to smash the mud stove and buried the sweet potatoes in the soil, letting them steam for a while to enhance the flavor.

But the wait was too long, and Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help sticking out her tongue to lick the corner of her mouth. "It would be faster in the oven."

"Each way has its own taste. Today, I just want roasted sweet potatoes." Yang Wenxiao chuckled lightly. "This year’s sweet potato harvest was bountiful. Let’s think about how to use these limited sweet potatoes to earn more silver."

Qiao Xiaomai: "..."

This topic transition was truly abrupt.

She raised her hand to scratch her head. "Make dried sweet potatoes?"

"That’s too troublesome."

To make dried sweet potatoes, you’d first need to wash them, then steam them in a pot, slice them into thin pieces, and dry them in the sun. Only after they’re completely dried can they be sold.

The process is time-consuming and occupies a lot of space.

"Well... you mentioned planning a big promotion during the New Year, right? Dried sweet potatoes can be stored longer, so we could make them in advance and sell them during the holiday," Qiao Xiaomai suggested.

"We could make some, but also produce some powder noodles, which have an even longer shelf life and look more appealing." To be honest, dried sweet potatoes made from white-fleshed sweet potatoes don’t look great—they’re dull and gray. Back then, Yao Xian even said they resembled mouse droppings.

Though the comparison was unpleasant, the color of dried sweet potatoes was indeed unappealing.

Besides, Yang Wenxiao was getting older, and his teeth weren’t in great shape. Chewy dried sweet potatoes weren’t suited for him.

He preferred powder noodles. When cooked for a longer time, they become fragrant and soft.

"Also, someone recently mentioned that the small snacks at the Royal Shadow Puppet Theater were too monotonous. We could transport these sweet potatoes over there and turn them into snacks for sale." Yang Wenxiao added.

The Royal Shadow Puppet Theater remained packed, even more bustling than when Jiwei Restaurant launched "Skyfall Love Chronicles." The reasons were apparent: first, the format was unique; second, the content of the three books was extensive. The shadow puppetry faithfully adapted every detail from the books without any cuts, requiring each story to be performed scene by scene.

Performing one book from start to finish already took two to three months. So, if someone wanted to watch the entire shadow puppet adaptation of a book, they’d need two to three months. If they wanted to watch it multiple times, half a year or even a year might be necessary.

This extended its popularity. As long as nothing more trendy or lively appeared in the Capital City, the shadow puppet shows would continue to be a sensation.

The theater’s booming business also boosted the sales of snacks inside. For several months, the items sold were always dim sum, melon seeds, and milk candy. Frankly, the VIPs in the private rooms were getting tired of them. Quite a few had asked for more variety; otherwise, they’d bring their own snacks.

Yang Wenxiao took this issue seriously, which was why he brought it up now.

"The ticket prices are affordable, and the main revenue for the theater comes from snacks and tea. What kind of snacks do you think we should make?" Yang Wenxiao asked Qiao Xiaomai.

"Uh... how about sweet potato cakes?"

Steam the sweet potatoes until softened, mash them, shape them into small round cakes, and fry them with a touch of oil. Delicious sweet potato cakes would be ready.

"We could also make sweet potato balls, though they’re deep-fried and might be a bit greasy."

"Alright, let’s go with what you just said," Yang Wenxiao nodded.

As they spoke, the sweet potatoes were fully steamed. Yang Wenxiao dug them out from the soil, their outer skins charred black. He peeled off the outer layer, revealing the white flesh inside, accompanied by a rich, sweet aroma.

Yang Wenxiao instinctively took a deep breath of the scent and, after taking a bite of the sweet potato, showed a satisfied expression. "These sweet potatoes should fetch at least one tael silver per pound."