whenever I smell the delicious smell of baked sweet potato in the street, I think of the baked sweet potato I made myself when I was seven years old.

that year, when I was idle in my hometown, I had a sudden inspiration. I took a sweet potato, quietly ran out of the house, selected a piece of mud in front of the door, then marked the size of the pit with a shovel, dug a pit about 1 meter deep, then pulled some dry sticks from the haystack, spread them in the pit, lit them, and immediately threw the sweet potato into the pit. Who knows, the fire was put out as soon as the sweet potato was thrown in. Later, I learned the previous lesson, lit the dry wood, and then continued to add dry wood. With this gap, I put the sweet potato on with iron wire. At this time, the fire was also flourishing, and I patiently started a "barbecue". In less than 3 minutes, a roasted sweet potato with tender skin and tender flesh was shining brilliantly in my hand. I took the baked sweet potato to my mother, and she stuck it with chopsticks, put it in her mouth, savored it carefully, and saw that her face was full of bright smiles, which made my heart happy.

ah! I love baked sweet potatoes, and I prefer my own baked sweet potatoes!