At the moment when the oven is clamped out, the air of the baked cake oven from the inside out is filled with the unique aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, and the strong love is wafted. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Thick and sweet, the breeze blows, the fragrance has been infiltrated into the hearts of people, and the taste buds of the people in line are stimulated by this fragrance and bloom wantonly.

It's a pity! Roasted potatoes are only for their own family to eat, not for takeout.

The sweet potatoes that had just come out of the baked cake stove were steaming hot and hot, Yan Songjie couldn't hold them at all, wrapped them in cuffs, and he also needed his left and right hands to turn the sweet potatoes back and forth.

When the temperature of the outer skin is slightly lower, he is busy sending it to his mouth, and his mouth is burned again and again.

Yan Songjie used his mouth to blow off the charcoal ash stuck to the sweet potato, and peeled off the hard pieces of the sweet potato skin that were blackened, hard, and charred.

According to Yan Songjie's urine sex of drinking yogurt and licking the bottle cap, he was reluctant to throw it away.

The inner layer of the skin seems to be scorched but not scorched, and it is the most delicious to eat with your teeth, and every time you have to carefully gnaw it first, and then lick it clean before you are willing to throw it away, making your lips circle, black and slippery powder.

was ridiculed by Han Zhimei!

Yan Songjie has been 30 years and has never eaten a potato baked by his grandfather!

can't take care of Han Zhimei, she doesn't cherish it every day!

After eating the sweet potato skin, then eat the yellow and clear potato pulp, sweet and soft, the oil is fragrant, and the sweet potato pulp is rolled with your tongue, and it is hot! The fragrance wanders between the lips and teeth.

The flavor of roasted sweet potatoes needs to be tasted slowly to be fully released.

While eating, I felt nostalgic, and I didn't feel that my eye frame was moist.

Seeing Yan Songjie eating with relish, the greatest affirmation of his craftsmanship, his grandfather showed a happy smile.

"Songjie! Go to the city to study! are you still used to it?" Grandma also came out, and this oven of baked cakes was about to be baked. My grandfather was responsible for baking the cakes, and my grandmother was responsible for collecting money and making change.

"It's good! It's good! The third uncle's family is very good to me!" Yan Songjie reported truthfully.

"Eat here at night! Go out on the street with your sister. "Grandma collected money and gave it to customers.

also looked at the empty plug and gave it to Yan Songjie: "Buy snacks to eat!"

Han Zhimei looked envious, the family generally has two points, and five points is the most.

I haven't been so tyrant! once two corners, the New Year is almost the same.

Yan Songjie took two cents and stuffed it to Han Zhimei with his backhand, "Let's go!

"Go ahead, I'll help my grandfather with the work. Yan Songling asked Yan Songjie and Han Zhimei to play on the street. It takes two people to cook the rice.

"Grandpa, Grandma, we went out into the street. Yan Songjie pulled Han Zhimei and walked towards the street.

The most lively place on Jolin Street belongs to the stone arch bridge, which is divided into the south end and the north end.

Nantou is the most prosperous and lively, doing all kinds of business.

Yan Songjie and Han Zhimei looked all the way and didn't buy it, but gradually regained their familiar intimacy.

Until she saw the "touch syrup", Han Zhimei couldn't walk anymore.

This kind of syrup, which is simmered hot with grass ash, has several colors, and in a small, black and dirty shiny bag, there are many small pieces of paper with the words "big sword", "sword", "mouse stealing oil gourd", and so on.

For five cents, you can touch the piece of paper, touch something, and the syrup craftsman will stir up the syrup, and blow out the corresponding craft prizes with a hollow small reed stick.

If you don't want to touch the prize, you can also buy an iron gasket for five cents, put it into the rotary needle disc, and the pointer points to what it is.

The most infuriating thing is the "empty door", which has nothing, and can only be eaten with a small reed stick, stirring a little syrup.

"Wait a minute! I'll go to the toilet!" Yan Songjie knew that whether it was touching or turning the needle, there were ghosts, all under the control of the sugar rare artist.

I went to the toilet just for, and my life was up to me.

Two minutes later, Yan Songjie put on gloves and returned to Han Zhimei: "Let's play with the needle!"

"Okay, brother, you turn!" Han Zhimei paid five cents to the artist.

The artist also took out an iron washer and gave it to Han Zhimei.

"You vote! I look the same! Win the jackpot!" Yan Songjie looked at the huge rat that was inserted in the straw handle, stealing the oil gourd.

"Hopeful!" Han Zhimei threw the iron washer in, the pointer turned, and gradually stopped.

"Empty door!" Han Zhimei's face was full of disappointment.

"Almost!" "Sugar syrup artist, encouraging, hoping to keep up the good work.

"Do it again!" Yan Songjie said.

The clever syrup craftsman hurriedly took out an iron washer and gave it to Han Zhimei, calculating the remaining dime and a half cents in Han Zhimei's hand.

"Plum! vote" Yan Songjie gestured, and also held the turntable with the gloves he was wearing, and the big finger happened to be on the side of the jackpot.

"I'm blowing fairy breath! I will definitely win the jackpot!" Yan Songjie blew on the turntable: "Meizi!

"Okay!" Han Zhimei obeyed: "Click!" The pointer turned.

"?!" Han Zhimei looked at the pointer that stopped and was facing the jackpot: "Blowing is really useful!"

There is a magnet under the jackpot and a magnet on the pointer, and the same sex is repulsive, so it is impossible to stop at the top of the jackpot.

But the reality is that the pointer stays in the middle of the jackpot, and it is not biased at all.