After returning to the residence, Shen Yijia hurriedly ate two mouthfuls of rice and took out the potato.
The potatoes were still the same as a few days ago. There had to be some changes. The moldy area had expanded a little.
Shen Yijia asked Butler Wan to find a larger flower pot and dug up some soil in the courtyard. Without any explanation, she buried the entire potato in the soil.
The corners of Butler Wan's mouth twitched. Even if he had never been hit by a plant before, he knew that it was impossible to plant moldy things alive. This madam was still so simple and crude.
Even if the potatoes weren't spoiled, he felt that she would kill the potato by planting it.
"Madam, what are you doing? Just let me do it. How can you do such manual labor yourself?" When he was in the palace, he had seen many concubines who liked planting flowers. Once the plant died, they would cry and grieve for a long time.
