After eating the breakfast made by grandma, Yang Zimei began to slowly wander in City A.
Since having a car, she has rarely walked on the street.
Now, she wants to walk this way.
For her, the disaster warriors in the city of A were like a haze in her heart, so that she couldn't let it be relieved.
The streets are still dirty, and pedestrians are still leisurely. Unlike the provincial capital of Guangyuan City, everyone on the street seems to be in a hurry.
Of course, from time to time, one or two people can see one or two people quarrel with no matter how they are, and the small businessmen who do business are smart and want to take advantage of the guests.
However, this is all familiar with Yang Zimei.
Familiar streets, familiar people.
If one day, a big disaster occurred here, which caused everyone to be displaced or injured. She would really be sad.
However, her ability is not enough to fight against the sky, not enough to resist large natural disasters **.
"Girl, do you want a roasted sweet potato?"
On the side of the roasted sweet potato, she saw her walking slowly on the street, and hurriedly yelled.
Yang Zimei stopped.
Clear sweet potatoes, in the hot barbecue stoves, emit a seductive aroma.
For roasted sweet potatoes, Yang Zimei has too many memories.
In the last life, when she lived in Huangcun, because the second aunt refused to give her more, she was hungry when she couldn't stand it, so she went out to the ground to dig the sweet potato in the middle of the night, secretly grilled to eat.
At that time, the villagers were still poor, even if it was a grain of rice, it was more planned.
The villagers found that her sweet potatoes were secretly dug, and they were very angry. They ambush in the ground. She grabbed her with her sweet potato again, and hit her for a while, causing her left leg to be a bit lame.
In the future, she will never dare to steal sweet potatoes to eat.
Later, she saw that sweet potatoes had a psychological shadow.
Of course, after the wandering in the city of A, she saw the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes on the street. She wanted to eat one.
Unfortunately, sweet potatoes are more expensive than rice.
She still chose to buy the money.
Seeing that she stopped, the big sister -in -law of roasted sweet potato took out a sweet potato with splashing skin, full of aroma, and handed it to Yang Zimei's eyebrows.
Nutrition, delicious, just buy one, what? "
Looking at the steaming roasted potato in front of him, Yang Zimei had a psychological effect, and felt that his left leg was faintly painful.
So she shook her head, "I didn't bring money."
"That's it!"
There was a trace of disappointment on Da's face. I just wanted to put the sweet potatoes into the oven. After thinking about it, I wrapped it with cowhide paper and handed it to her again.
Bring money, come and buy again, you are a little cheaper. "
Yang Zimei looked at Da's sincere eyes and did not refuse. He reached out and picked up the sweet potato.
She looked at the sweet potatoes in her hand and did not start to peel it, but thought that she had not had a heavy price of a leg for a sweet potato that day.
"Girl, peel and eat directly while it is hot, it will not be delicious when it is cold."
Dasao saw her hands with her sweet potato's hands as white as spring onions, and thought she was a rich lady who was a wealthy family. She may not have seen coarse grains like sweet potatoes, or she would not peel sweet potatoes.
Even if it is peeling, you may have such tender and beautiful hand burns. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and said, "Girl, you are afraid of hotness, Dasao will help you peel it."