A childhood without being beaten is incomplete, and similarly, a life without roasted sweet potatoes is also incomplete.
When I was a kid, I chased the tricycles selling roasted sweet potatoes all over the streets. I was very satisfied even if I didn’t have money to smell the sweet taste of the sweet potatoes. Especially when I saw the dark red honey juice oozing out from the skin of the roasted sweet potatoes, I couldn’t help but drool.
Even though I still don’t have much money when I grow up, at least I can still afford roasted sweet potatoes.
However, I don’t know why, when I have money and can afford food, I can never regain the salivating feeling of childhood.
Probably because when people grow up, their once innocent appetite has been taken up by other desires in life. There are so many attractive things in the world, who would care about the broken toys in childhood, and the things that are not
What about the noteworthy bite of roasted sweet potato?
Squatting in the yard, Li Qinzai looked at Qiao'er involuntarily.
My childhood and his childhood were actually the same...
Of course, there are differences. Qiao'er obviously received too few beatings. Unlike Li Qinzai in his previous life, he was forced to train into a body of steel and iron when he was a child.
"Dad, are these the sweet potatoes harvested from the field today?" Qiao'er curiously looked at the sweet potatoes and picked one up to her nose to smell it.
"That's right, dad managed to steal it. I'm going to give you a taste today. Remember to keep a low profile. Even the emperor wouldn't bear to eat it. If I hadn't had a bad eye and a few quick hands today, huh..." Li Qinzai's expression was full of pride.
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Cui Jie rolled her eyes at him: "What do you say, husband? I'm not afraid of teaching Qiao'er a bad lesson. My husband originally discovered it and planted it in our land. It doesn't matter if we harvest a few and eat them. It's ugly to steal or not."
Very.”
Li Qinzai said with a smile: "I like my lady's confident look. Tomorrow I will build a shed for my lady at the entrance of the village and let her sit inside. All the dogs in the village will have to pay tolls to my lady when they pass by..."
Cui Jie said: "My husband doesn't speak human words anymore!"
Jin Xiang on the side snorted, covered his mouth and chuckled.
Cui Jie glared at her and said, "Why are you laughing?"
Jin Xiang shook his head, and then smiled softly: "I... just like the way my husband is now. He is full of knowledge from all over the world, but he often makes little surprises, hides them, and then brings them home to secretly share them with his wife and children.
My life was...well, it was very exciting."
Cui Jie was startled, then looked at Li Qinzai and smiled softly.
"Since my husband has taken a few sweet potatoes, don't waste them. I think you know better than I do how to make them delicious."
Qiao'er also said excitedly: "Dad, hurry up and make sweet potatoes, let's have a try."
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 stared at him in astonishment. Cui Jie hesitated for a while and said, "Husband, is this the end?"
"Otherwise? How about I ask them to stand up and dance for you?"
Cui Jie rolled her eyes at him: "In the past six months, I have only heard that this thing is very valuable, and I thought it was complicated to make. It turns out that it is just roasted..."
"I'm sorry, I want to show off my skills as a husband, but I really don't have room to show off my skills." Li Qinzai said regretfully.
You can't use it for cooking, right? That would be too anti-human, and it would be as heart-breaking as drinking salty tofu.
After waiting for a long time, the skin of the sweet potato began to wrinkle, and there was a strong sweet smell in the air. A trace of red honey also flowed from the surface of the sweet potato. Looking at Cui Jie and the three of them, they secretly swallowed their saliva. Buckwheat even looked like a zoo in the afternoon.
Four o'clock is as restless as a monkey.
Li Qinzai knew that the heat was almost done, so he picked up a sweet potato with an iron tong and hesitated for a moment.
Qiao'er swallowed her saliva, but still said very restrainedly: "Dad, let's give it to my aunt first. My aunt has brother in her belly, and he also wants to eat it."
Cui Jie rubbed Qiao'er's head lovingly and said with a smile: "I am an adult competing for food with children. If word gets out, do I still have to be a human being? Husband, give it to Qiao'er."
Li Qinzai thought for a moment, gave the first roasted sweet potato to Qiao'er, and told him to let it cool before peeling off the skin before eating.
"Soon, Qiao'er will be a brother. In the future, you may have to be humble and give in to your brothers and sisters in everything. But now, you are still the only doting child in the eyes of your parents. Cherish it.
Have a good time." Li Qinzai rubbed his head and smiled.
Qiao'er said in confusion: "Dad, won't you love Qiao'er anymore?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? 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 love more people. For example, the family only has one roasted sweet potato, but now you can eat a whole one by yourself."
"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 shared with your brothers and sisters. Are you willing?"
Qiao'er nodded: "Qiao'er has grown up and is not as greedy as when he was a child. In fact, I don't have to eat anything. I will give it all to my brother and sister, and Qiao'er has no objection."
This sentence moved Cui Jie and Jin Xiang, and Li Qinzai smiled and said: "You don't have to be too sensible, which makes people feel bad. You are not old, and you can still be willful in front of dad for a few more years. Why do you grow up so quickly?"
"As an adult, you will never be able to get rid of your worries for the rest of your life, for fame and fortune, power and sex. Years later when you look back on your life, you will find that the happiest time in your life was tonight, when the family secretly gathered together to have a barbecue.
Sweet potato…”
"The sweet potatoes baked tonight taste simply the most beautiful taste in life. It will be difficult to eat them again in my life."
Qiao'er blinked in confusion: "Dad, are you talking about roasted sweet potatoes?"
Li Qinzai smiled faintly: "No, what dad is talking to you about is life. About birth, old age, illness and death, about the unpredictable gatherings and separations, about the cruelty of time. I, your aunt, and your second mother, after a few years, we will eventually be in your life.
absent."
"Fortunately, you don't understand it now. When you do, you will really grow up and it won't be fun at all."
Cui Jie and Jin Xiang's eyes were red inexplicably. Cui Jie sniffed hard and said: "My husband has made me sad again..."
There were tears in Jin Xiang's eyes, but he rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "The whole family is obviously eating roasted sweet potatoes secretly, why does your husband make you so sad? It ruins your good mood."
Qiao'er really didn't understand. As the sweet potatoes began to cool down, Qiao'er began to peel them. She was grinning because of the heat, but she was very interested.
Li Qinzai gave several other roasted sweet potatoes to Cui Jie and Jin Xiang, one each, and he also took one and peeled it off.
The steaming sweet potatoes exude a strong sweetness in the air.
Li Qinzai gently took a bite, and it was soft and glutinous in the mouth. The pink and glutinous sweetness spread from the tip of the tongue to the nasal cavity. He barely needed to chew it. The extremely soft sweet potato instantly turned into liquid and rolled in his mouth.
It melts in your mouth and leaves a fragrant aroma on your lips and teeth.
Sure enough, it still smells familiar from the previous life.
Li Qinzai closed his eyes. For a moment, he seemed to have returned to a thousand years in the future. The dirty boy was chasing the tricycle selling roasted sweet potatoes through the streets. He had no money but greedily stared at the old man selling roasted sweet potatoes. Son.
The old man broke off a small piece and handed it to him, waved his hand pretending to be angrily, and told him sternly that it was just this once and would not happen next time.
The dirty boy chuckled, threw a small piece of roasted sweet potato into his mouth, turned around and ran away without saying thank you.
The flowers have faded to red, and the green apricots are still small.
Looking back a thousand years ago, Zhuang Zhou and Die were in a dream.