In fact, there is another way to eat sweet potatoes, and that is roasted sweet potatoes. At that time, every household had a large fire pit. When it was snowing, or when my mother was weaving bamboo baskets at night, she would pick up the large firewood left after cooking and put it into the fire pit, put thick branches on top, and soon it would be ready. It will burn brightly and the whole house will be bathed in warmth. My mother wove bamboo baskets, my father made bamboo baskets, and my brother and I did our homework.

There were ashes from each burn under the fire jar. We dug a hole in the ashes and buried the sweet potatoes. After waiting for more than half an hour, the fragrance came out. We used fire tongs to pick it out and used bamboo to Poke it with your signature. If you can poke it in, it's done. Peeling off the dark charred skin on the outside, I couldn't wait to take a bite, shouting "hot, hot, hot, hot" while switching hands to stuff it into my mouth. The whole room was filled with the sweet fragrance of sweet potatoes.

However, our family doesn’t eat roasted sweet potatoes very much. Firstly, we don’t have many sweet potatoes at home, and secondly, my mother thinks roasted sweet potatoes are too wasteful. Other ways of eating sweet potato skins can be given to pigs.

When we were in elementary school, the winter seemed to be very cold, and there were not as many heating devices as there are now. The adults prepare a small hand stove for each child. Some are made of copper and are as shiny as gold. Most are made of iron and are black. We children don’t care whether it’s made of copper or iron. What we care about is whose charcoal is better.

In the first class in the morning, everyone listened obediently. After class, I got busy. I turned on the small hand stove, blew on the charcoal fire, and put in the rice cake slices and sweet potato chips brought from home. They were cooked in a while, and I took them out and chewed them loudly. Some of the stoves were filled with wet charcoal, and they blew for a long time with their cheeks puffed out. There was no fire, only smoke, which made them burst into tears and runny noses. They went to class without eating anything.

So I asked my friend next to me for a good piece of charcoal to use as a starter, and when the teacher wasn't paying attention, I put in a few broad beans. Everyone was doing the questions quietly when they heard a "bang", but everyone pretended not to hear it. He hurriedly covered him with his clothes, and then there were a few more "bang bang bang" sounds. The teacher strode over and took away the small stove. Everyone could only comfort him with their eyes, and then continued in the classroom with the fragrance of broad beans. Do the exercises.