Qiao Qingyu nodded, "The scientific name for potatoes is Solanum tuberosum, so you can also call them 'fried potato strips.'"
"Aunt Qiao, the fries you make are so delicious."
"You sure have a sweet mouth, little girl." Qiao Qingyu said, her smile brimming with praise.
Wei Xiao, who had been praised, finished a fry, licked her fingers, and then looked up at Qiao Qingyu with a soft voice, "Aunt Qiao, Mom said that in the future, she will let me go to a place where I can eat fries every day for school."
"Oh, where can you eat fries every day?" Qiao Qingyu asked with genuine curiosity.
Wei Xiao shook her head, "Mom didn't say, and I don't know either."
Then she added, "Mom said it's a place of freedom where you can grow wings and soar..."
The smile on Qiao Qingyu's face suddenly froze.
But then, she smiled again.
"Xiao Xiao, that place must be the vast fields where the potato farmers carry back cartloads of potatoes home, and then you can eat fried potatoes every day."
