I became a farmer in the apocalypse.

The father of Aunt Yang next door was like that. Before he died, he lost his appetite and couldn't eat anything. He passed away quietly in less than a week.

The man sighed, "We don't have that kind of money."

Meat that costs over 300 points per pound is something most people can't afford even once a month.

"Go and cook."

The woman said nothing more, took the potatoes to the cutting board, cut them into strips and threw them into the pot to make potato soup.

This method involves boiling potatoes until they are soft and powdery, then sprinkling them with a little salt when they are done. Although it can't compare to the flavor of stewed meat, it's already quite good to have potatoes to eat.

As the potatoes simmered in the pot, a rich and full aroma gradually wafted out.

"Honey, why do these potatoes smell so good this time?" the woman asked, somewhat puzzled, as she smelled the aroma from the pot.

She lifted the lid of the pot and saw that the potato soup looked much thicker than before, not at all light.

The man also smelled the strong aroma of potatoes.

It doesn't taste like the stewed potatoes I bought before at all.

"You didn't add any other seasonings, did you?"

The woman shook her head. "It's exactly the same as before. It seems to be because of the potatoes; these potatoes have a stronger potato flavor."

Once the potatoes were stewed and ready to serve, the woman brought a large bowl of potato soup to the table.

She tasted the potato.

Upon tasting, the potato crumbles into sand-like particles with a gentle press of the tongue, incredibly soft and powdery, bursting with a unique starchy aroma that is completely different from the potatoes I've bought before.

"The potatoes I bought this time taste better than before."

Upon hearing this, the man couldn't resist taking a bite, and it was indeed delicious.

"The potato vendor said it was a new, high-quality variety of large potato. I saw many people buying it, so I bought some to try, and it turned out to be quite good."

The woman couldn't resist eating several more potato chunks; they tasted better and better, and she wanted more.

Suddenly, the door to the inner room opened.

An old man appeared at the door, leaning on a cane.

The couple were startled. "Dad! Why are you out here?"

The old man looked at the dishes on the table with suspicion. "What are you two eating behind my back?"

The man hurriedly said, "Dad, come and try this potato soup, you'll definitely love it."

The old man sat down.

To be honest, he was drawn out by the aroma of potatoes.

He picked it up with chopsticks and tasted it; it was soft and chewy, melting in his mouth without needing to be bitten, which was really convenient for someone like him with bad teeth.

The old man ate slowly; someone who usually couldn't eat much actually ate quite a lot.

……

Jiang Li used a knife to make deep, spiral-shaped cuts on the potato to increase the surface area exposed to heat; otherwise, such a large potato would be difficult to bake through.

Several were processed in this way, and then all were buried in the charcoal pit to roast.

After thinking it over, Zhu Cuihua's reaction just now was most likely due to the potatoes.

She had to see what was so special about these high-quality potatoes that could make Zhu Cuihua faint from eating them.

After the potatoes were baked, Jiang Li took one out, peeled off the skin, took a bite, and her eyes lit up!

It has a richer and more fragrant flavor than the previous potatoes. One bite is like biting into a warm cloud. It's dry and creamy, and when you chew it slowly, it has a roasted chestnut-like aroma.

No wonder.

The piglet fainted because the potatoes were so delicious.

Jiang Li then cooked a small pot of soy milk and ate potatoes while drinking the soy milk.

She also gave Lin An a roasted potato and a cup of soy milk as a reward for her lunch.

Lin An took the roasted potatoes and soy milk back to the military camp.

"Alright, Sister Lin, stop showing off. We're doing just as well today; we have roasted potatoes too."

As soon as Zhou Yang saw Lin An sit down opposite him, he knew what she wanted to do.

But this time he no longer needs to envy Sister Lin.

The potatoes that the Marines bought yesterday were perfect for roasting for everyone in the barracks today; each person received a roasted potato.

It smells so good!

Zhou Yang chuckled, looked up, and suddenly saw the super-duper giant spiral roasted potato in Lin An's hand. A domineering and rich roasted aroma rushed to his nose, and he was instantly dumbfounded.

That's not right!

"Sister Lin, what's this?"

Lin An glanced at him indifferently. "Roasted potatoes, huh?"

Zhou Yang glanced at the giant potato in Lin An's hand, then at the two ounces of small potatoes in his own bowl...

"No! They're both potatoes, so why do your potatoes and mine look different?"

Moreover, the roasted potatoes in Lin An's hands emitted a very special caramelized aroma, so rich that it almost rivaled the aroma of roasted chestnuts! It was even more fragrant than the roasted chestnuts on the street.

The soldiers in the mess hall all turned to look at the imposing potato in Lin An's hand because of the aroma, their eyes widening instantly.

"Wow! The potato Sister Lin is holding is almost as big as seven of our potatoes!"

Lin An: "It's so-so. My roasted potatoes only weigh about two pounds."

She raised her lips again and said, "Landowner number 121 gave me the biggest potato, afraid that I wouldn't have enough to eat."

"Oh, right, she also gave me a cup of fresh and delicious soy milk, in case I choked."

As she spoke, she picked up a wooden cup and took a sip of the sweet soy milk.

Everyone stared at her with dazzled eyes.

No, who asked you?

That wasn't all. Lin An then pulled a huge, bright red tomato out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

These big, bright red tomatoes, shaped like lanterns, immediately attracted everyone's attention!

Its glossy surface and vibrant colors make it a work of art!

The soldiers all gathered around.

"What a huge tomato! This one must weigh at least a pound!"

Lin An raised his chin smugly, "That's not all."

"This tomato weighs a full 1.2 pounds!"

"What?! 1.2 jin?"

"Is this the king of tomatoes?"

Lin An looked at their surprised expressions and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

These tomatoes were grown using the leftover energy from growing potatoes, and they're much bigger than yesterday's tomatoes!

And it must taste delicious!

Lin An couldn't bear to eat it.

She wants to save it for tomorrow.

"Sister Lin, these tomatoes are so big and beautiful, can I touch them?"

Someone reached out.

Lin An slapped him back, coldly saying, "No touching allowed."

She wiped the tomatoes clean, put them in her pocket, and continued eating her roasted potatoes.

Everyone could only look at Lin An with envy.

Comparing yourself to others is just infuriating!

A whole morning had passed, but things weren't going well for Liu Qing and her son.

They walked around the market street for a long time but couldn't find a place to set up a stall.

Every corner, big or small, was occupied by vendors.

"If you want to set up a stall here, you'd better come early!"

An elderly woman, seeing them lingering there for quite some time, kindly reminded them, "You're only coming now, it'll be too late to get a spot!"

The old lady sells handmade cloth shoes. She comes at five o'clock every morning to grab a spot, otherwise there won't be any room left after six o'clock.

The place is crammed with all sorts of things: thermos bottles, clothes, handicrafts, cookware, scissors, brooms, daily necessities, toilet paper, sanitary napkins, and a whole host of other odds and ends. These are all low-income people trying to earn points.

The whole market street looked messy.

As time ticked by and she still couldn't find a place to set up her stall, Liu Qing began to get anxious.

She saw shops on both sides of the street and at first, she set up a stall in front of them in a panic, but she was chased away because people said it would affect her business.

"Mom, there's a stall over there that's closing down."

Suddenly, Wei Zhou pointed to a spot with sharp eyes.

"Walk."

Liu Qing hurriedly carried the bag over.

After the vendor left, Wei Zhou rushed over to reserve a spot, and Liu Qing put the bag containing sixty pounds of potatoes on the ground and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.