Chapter 1178: Large ravioli with baked sweet potatoes (1)

After eating grandma's breakfast, Yang Zimei started to wander around City A slowly.
Since having a car, she has rarely walked down the street.
Now she wanted to walk like this.
The sign of disaster in city A seemed to her like a haze covering her heart, so that she could not let go.
The streets are still dirty and messy, and pedestrians still walk leisurely. Unlike provincial cities like Guangyuan, everyone on the street seems to be in a hurry.
Of course, from time to time, I can see one or two people arguing unscrupulously on the street. The small businessmen who do business are all savvy and want to take advantage of the guests.
However, this is all familiar to Yang Zimei.
Familiar streets, familiar people.
If one day a sudden catastrophe happens here, causing everyone to be displaced or killed, she will be really sad.
However, her current ability is not enough to withstand the sky, not enough to resist large-scale natural disasters.
"Girl, would you like a baked sweet potato?"
The stall of roasted sweet potatoes was set up next to her. When she saw her walking slowly in the street, she quickly sipped.
Yang Zimei stopped.
The roasted sweet potatoes emit a seductive aroma in the hot grill.
Yang Zimei has too many memories of baked sweet potatoes.
When she lived in Huangcun in the last life, because the second aunt refused to feed her more, when she was too hungry, she went out to dig in the ground to plant sweet potatoes, and secretly roasted them to eat.
At that time, the villagers were still relatively poor, and even a grain of rice was quite careless.
The villagers found that their sweet potatoes had been dug secretly, and were very angry, so they ambushed in the ground, seized her who had dug the sweet potatoes again, and beat her with a beat, causing her left leg to be a little bit stingy.
In the future, she never dared to steal sweet potatoes.
Later, she saw the sweet shadows of sweet potatoes.
Of course, after wandering in City A, she saw the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes on the street. She was hungry and wanted to eat one.
Unfortunately, sweet potatoes are more expensive than rice.
She still chose to buy money for rice.
After seeing her stop, the sweet potato roaster took out a roasted, sweet-skinned, sweet-smelling sweet potato and handed it to Yang Zimei. "Look, it's roasted well. There are many sweet potatoes It ’s nutritious and delicious, so just buy one. "
Looking at the steaming roasted sweet potatoes in front of him, Yang Zimei had a psychological effect and felt his left leg faintly ache.
So she shook her head. "I didn't bring any money."
"Like This!"
There was a bit of disappointment on Dasao's face. I just wanted to put the sweet potatoes in the oven. After thinking about it, I wrapped it in kraft paper and gave it to her again. "The big dad sent you one. If you think it is delicious, next time Bring the money, buy it again, I'll make you cheaper. "
Yang Zimei looked at Dasao's earnest gaze, and without rejection, reached out and took over the sweet potatoes.
She looked at the sweet potato in her hand and did not start to peel it, but thought that she had almost a heavy price for a sweet potato that day.
"Girl, peel it and eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold."
Dasao saw that her hands holding sweet potatoes were as white as spring onions, and thought that she was a rich lady of Qianjin who might not have seen coarse grains like sweet potatoes or that she would not peel sweet potatoes.
Even if it peels, it may burn such a tender, white, and good-looking hand. After thinking about it, enthusiastically stretched out your hand. "Girl, you are afraid of hot, Dasao will help you peel."