My hometown is in a small village in the Guanzhong Plain. When I was a child, my grandparents, my parents, my two brothers and I lived a simple and happy life.

Growing up, my favorite was sweet potatoes. When I was young, due to poor family conditions and poor life, sweet potatoes were one of our staple foods.

What impressed me most was that in winter, the weather in the north was very cold. Every time I put on my schoolbag and go home, I would happily play and play with my classmates. But the moment I entered the house, I would immediately pull down my face and pretend to be pitiful.

, when I get home and enter grandma’s warm room, grandma will greet me with heartache.

At this time, my hands and feet were numb from the cold. Grandma would ask me to get on the kang quickly and help me take off my shoes. Grandma heated the kang, and I put my hands and feet in it, but it didn’t get warm for a long time. At this time,

, grandma would serve a bowl of hot sweet potato rice, and I would hold the rice bowl tightly with my little hands that were not yet completely warm. That was my happiest moment.

Whenever school is over, my grandparents are usually at home, and my parents are busy working in the fields most of the time. I remember one time I happened to be bumped into by my father. When he saw how my grandma was doting on me, he scolded me and said: What's the big deal? Read to yourself.

My favorite is the sweet potato rice made by my grandma. It is not very thin like the porridge sold now. The rice made by grandma is thick and fragrant. The home-grown yellow millet is paired with our red-skinned and white-hearted sweet potatoes. It is very delicious.

Damn, that's my favorite delicacy.

I don’t even need to eat vegetables, just this bowl of sweet potato rice is the greatest satisfaction.

In the rural areas of Guanzhong, our family can be allocated about 20 acres of flat yellow land. My family has endless sweet potatoes that can be stored in the cellar and eaten for a whole year until the next year's new sweet potatoes come on the market.

In my impression, my parents were busy working in the fields all day long, for the sake of the family and for us.

When I entered middle school and had to live in the town, my grandma was not in good health.

Every Friday when I came home from school, my mother would often be busy in the kitchen. Putting down my schoolbag, I would go straight to the kitchen. In the kitchen firepit, there was our favorite roasted sweet potato prepared by my mother for my brother and me.

My mother would bake many at a time. My brother and I both liked roasted sweet potatoes. My mother took the roasted sweet potatoes out of the fire pit. The skin was burnt and dark and hot. My mother put the sweet potatoes on the ground to dry for a while.

I couldn't wait to pinch it again and again, testing which one would be cool and soft first. The skin-wrapped, hot, fragrant and sweet chestnut sweet potato would be sweet in my heart when I ate it.

After work, I also tried to buy some millet and sweet potatoes and learned to make my grandma’s sweet potato and millet rice, but I couldn’t do it every time.

Every time my husband and I go out and see roasted sweet potatoes on the street, we buy them and eat them, but no matter what, we still can’t taste the same deliciousness as my mother’s roasts when I was a child.

Today, grandma's sweet potato rice, mother's fire-roasted sweet potatoes, and father's scoldings can only be missed forever.