Rinse the cooked potato slices with cold water, drain them, and then fry them in oil until golden brown.
The final step is to sprinkle with salt and pepper.
Fang Qing's mouth was watering just smelling the aroma from the neighboring village.
The oil is soybean oil grown by themselves, and the fried potato chips have a light soybean aroma. They are crispy and delicious.
"I must say, it's quite delicious. Who taught you how to make it, bean sprout?"
"I heard it from someone else. Mother, please make more. I want to take it to the private school and distribute it to everyone so we can open up sales channels first."
Zhao couldn't help but laugh.
"You're really planning to sell?"
"Of course, with Mother's excellent cooking skills, it's sure to fetch a good price!"
Zhao stared at Fang Qing for a moment, stunned.
Perhaps the bean sprout's suggestion is feasible.
The Chinese New Year is just around the corner, and earning a little money can help us have a good holiday.
After lunch, Fang Qing taught Zhao how to fry potato towers, and it was a great success again.
In the afternoon, Fang Qing carried a bamboo basket and distributed potato chips to everyone at the school.
The group of children had never seen anything like it before, and they were incredibly surprised.
"Did your mother really make these bean sprouts? What are these things?"
"Potato chips are made from potatoes."
"You're so lucky! Save some for me, I haven't even had a few yet."
A whole basket of potato chips was devoured in an instant, with Zhang Xiaoyi even picking out the scraps from the basket to eat.
"I wish I could eat this every day from now on."
Fang Qing was just waiting to hear those words.
"Don't worry, Brother Xiaoyi. My mom will set up a stall to sell potato chips tomorrow, and everyone will be able to buy them."
Upon hearing this, everyone got excited and exclaimed that they would come early tomorrow, otherwise they wouldn't be able to buy such delicious food.
When Xiao Dong and his two friends arrived, they saw the lively school and asked one of them, only to find out about the potato chips.
Looking at Fang Qing and Zhao Shi'an surrounded by people, Xiao Dong curled his lip in disdain.
"What rubbish! I've never even heard of it. It must taste terrible. All they know how to do is flatter."
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