A childhood that has not been beaten is incomplete, and in the same way, a life that has not eaten baked sweet potatoes is also incomplete.

When I was a child, I ran around the street chasing tricycles selling roasted sweet potatoes, and I couldn't help but drool when I couldn't afford to smell the sweet taste of sweet potatoes, especially when I saw the dark red honey overflowing from the skin of roasted sweet potatoes.

Although I still don't have much money when I grow up, at least I can afford to eat roasted sweet potatoes.

However, for some reason, when I have the money to eat, I can no longer find the salivating feeling of my childhood.

Probably because people have grown up, and their once innocent appetites have been filled with other desires in life. With so many fascinating things in the world, who cares about a childhood toy that rots and a mouthful of baked sweet potatoes that aren't worth mentioning?

Squatting in the courtyard, Li Qinzai's eyes involuntarily looked at Qiao'er.

My childhood was actually the same......

Of course, there are also differences, buckwheat is obviously beaten too little, unlike Li Qinzai in his previous life, who was forced to train into a steel and iron skeleton when he was a child.

"Dad, is this the sweet potato that I harvested from the ground today?" Buckwheat curiously approached the sweet potato to look at it, and picked one up and put it in front of her nose to smell it.

"That's right, Dad finally stole it out, I'll give you a taste today, remember to keep a low profile, the Son of Heaven is reluctant to eat it, if it weren't for my eyes and hands today, hum ......" Li Qinzai's expression was full of pride.

Cui Jie glanced at him: "What did the husband say, I am not afraid to teach bad buckwheat, it was originally discovered by the husband, and it was planted in our field, so what does it matter if you eat a few of it, what is not stolen, it is very ugly." ”

Li Qinzai said with a smile: "I like Mrs.'s righteous appearance, tomorrow I will build a shed for Mrs. at the entrance of the village, let Mrs. sit in it, and the dogs in the village have to pay the tolls to Mrs. when they pass by......"

Cui Jie said: "Husband doesn't talk anymore!" ”

Jin Xiang on the side snorted, covered his mouth and chuckled.

Cui Jie glared at her and said, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Jin Xiang shook his head, and then smiled softly: "I...... I like the way my husband looks now, full of knowledge, but I often make a little surprise to hide, and then take it home to share it with my wife and children...... Well, it's very pyrotechnic. ”

Cui Jie was stunned, and then looked at Li Qinzai and smiled gently.

"Since the husband has taken a few sweet potatoes, don't waste them, what to do to make it delicious, the husband must know better than the concubine."

Buckwheat also said excitedly: "Dad, hurry up and make sweet potatoes, let's try them." ”

Li Qinzai's vanity was satisfied, and he confidently set up an iron-mesh grill on the charcoal fire, then threw a few sweet potatoes on the grill, and called it a day.

The three of them looked at him in amazement, and Cui Jie said after a while: "Husband, is this the end?" ”

"Or else? Shall I tell them to stand up and give you a dance? ”

Cui Jie glanced at him: "In the past half a year, the concubine has only heard that this thing is very expensive, and I thought that its method was complicated, and it turned out to be just baked......"

"I'm sorry, I want to show off my skills for my husband, but I really don't have room to play." Li Qinzai said regretfully.

You can't use it for stir-frying, right? That's too anti-human, like tofu brain drinking salty heart.

After waiting for a long time, the skin of the sweet potato began to wrinkle, the air exuded a strong sweet taste, and a trace of red honey flowed from the surface of the sweet potato.

Li Qinzai knew that the heat was almost over, so he picked up a sweet potato with an iron clamp and hesitated.

Buckwheat swallowed her saliva, but still said very restrainedly: "Dad, give it to your aunt first, your aunt has a brother in her belly, and he also wants to eat it." ”

Cui Jie rubbed Buck'er's head dotingly, and said with a smile: "I'm an adult who grabs food from children, do you want to be a human being when it spreads?" Husband, give buckwheat. ”

Li Qinzai thought about it, gave the first roasted sweet potato to buckwheat, and told him to remove the skin and eat it after it cooled.

"In the near future, Buckwheat will be a brother, and in the future, in your life, you may have to be humble everywhere, and you must let your brother and sister in everything, but now, you are still the only spoiled child in the eyes of your parents, cherish the good times." Li Qinzai rubbed his head and smiled.

Buckwheat said puzzledly: "Won't Dad hurt Buckwheat in the future?" ”

"What nonsense, as long as Dad lives, of course he will always love you,"

Li Qinzai sighed and said, "It's just that in the future, Dad will hurt a few more people, for example, there is only one baked sweet potato in a family, and now you can eat a whole alone." ”

"But in the future, this roasted sweet potato will be divided into several portions, you can only eat one of them, and the rest will be divided among your brother and sister, are you willing?"

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Buckwheat nodded: "Buckwheat has grown up, not as greedy as when I was a child, in fact, I can also not eat it, give it to my brother and sister, and Buckwheat has no opinion." ”

Cui Jie and Jin Xiang were moved by one sentence, and Li Qinzai smiled: "You don't have to be too sensible, it makes people feel distressed." You're not very old, and you can be willful in front of your father for a few more years, so what are you going to do when you grow up so quickly? ”

"After adulthood, you can't get rid of troubles for the rest of your life, for fame and profit, for power, many years later, when you look back on life, you will find that the happiest time in your life is tonight at this moment, the family secretly gets together to bake sweet potatoes......"

"The sweet potatoes baked tonight taste are simply the only beautiful taste in life, and it is difficult to eat them again in a lifetime."

Buckwheat blinked ignorantly: "Is Dad talking about baked sweet potatoes?" ”

Li Qinzai smiled vigorously: "No, Dad is talking to you about life." About birth, old age, sickness and death, about the impermanence of gathering and dispersion, about the cruelty of the years, I, your aunt, your second mother, after a few years, we will finally be absent in your life. ”

"It's a good thing you can't understand it now, and when you do, you'll really grow up, and it's not fun at all."

Cui Jie and Jin Xiang's eyes were inexplicably red, Cui Jie sniffed hard, and said, "The husband has made the concubine sad again......"

Jin Xiang had tears in his eyes, but he glanced at him and said angrily: "Obviously, the family secretly ate baked sweet potatoes, why did the husband make him so sad?" Bad good mood. ”

Buckwheat really didn't understand, the sweet potatoes were getting colder, and buckwheat had begun to peel the skin, and she was grinning but full of interest.

Li Qinzai gave a few other roasted sweet potatoes to Cui Jie and Jin Xiang, and he also took one and peeled it off.

The sweet potatoes are steaming with birds, and the air smells sweet.

Li Qinzai took a bite gently, the entrance was soft and glutinous, the sweetness of the powder spread from the tip of the tongue to the nasal cavity, almost no need to chew, the extremely soft sweet potato instantly turned into liquid, rolling in the mouth.

It melts in your mouth, leaving a fragrance on your lips and teeth.

Sure enough, it's still a familiar taste from the previous life.

Li Qinzai closed his eyes, and for a moment, he seemed to have returned to a thousand years later, when the dirty boy was running around the street chasing the tricycle that sold roasted sweet potatoes, staring at the old man selling roasted sweet potatoes with no money but greedy eyes.

The old man broke off a small piece and handed it to him, waved his hand angrily, and told him sternly that this was the only time, and the next one would not be an example.

The dirty boy grinned, threw a small piece of roasted sweet potato into his mouth, and without thanking him, he turned and ran.

The flowers fade and red, and the green apricots are still small.

Looking back, it has been a thousand years, Zhuang Zhou and butterflies, dream bubbles.