Ye Shangyi hesitated. "Only sweet potatoes?"
Shen Ningning's round, black eyes sparkled with a brilliant light.
She gave a sweet smile. "That's right! Sweet potatoes are great. They boost your energy, help with digestion, and are very filling!"
Ye Shangyi could only force a laugh and agree.
It wasn't as if they had too many sweet potatoes to eat.
With two for each person, that was seven young ladies plus their maids—a single meal would consume nearly thirty sweet potatoes.
'They wouldn't have any trouble finishing them!'
And so, with Ye Shangyi's support, Shen Ningning generously sent the bag of sweet potatoes she had brought to the kitchen.
The next day, after two consecutive meals of sweet potatoes, the young ladies could no longer maintain their smiles.
Ye Shangyi went to find Shen Ningning again. "It seems like no one is very fond of sweet potato congee. After two meals in a row, they've grown tired of it."
