Why is the old man happy to give me baked yams for nothing?

On Saturday, my cousin and I went to my grandmother's house.

Go play. We played basketball together and rode our bikes. In the afternoon, our stomachs were "growling" with hunger. Seeing the sweet potatoes in the kitchen, my cousin and I decided to go outside the house and bake sweet potatoes to eat.

We pick out a few large sweet potatoes, pick up a pile of hay, and put the sweet potatoes in the haystack.

Village. I lit the hay with a lighter, and the fire went loud and high.

I got some more firewood and put it in the haystack, and suddenly the fire was gone, and the smoke was billowing out, choking us both to tears, and we couldn't open our eyes even if we wanted to. My cousin choked and walked away.

I wiped my eyes, picked out the sweet potato, and lay on the ground and blew hard into the fire with my cheeks. After a while, the flames burned upwards, getting bigger and bigger, and the smoke was gone.

After a long time, after some of the firewood was burned, a lot of red coals were left behind. That's when I put the sweet potatoes in the charcoal fire. Each sweet potato is wrapped in red charcoal.

The next step is to wait patiently. I didn't dare to leave the ** pile, for fear of roasting the sweet potatoes into black charcoal.

The sweet potatoes were roasted in it for about half an hour, and a burst of sweet potatoes came to the nose.

Could it be that sweet potatoes are cooked? I'll go tell my cousin right away. My cousin immediately rushed to the fire like an arrow off the string, and quickly pinched out the sweet potatoes from the fire with a fire tong.

Oh! This sweet potato is a little burnt, but it smells so good!

The sweet potatoes were very hot, and while I was holding the blow, I kept changing the sweet potatoes from my left hand to my right hand and from my right hand to my left hand, and finally it was no longer hot.

Carefully peeling off the black skin, the golden flesh was revealed, and a burst of fragrance wafted out. I wanted to taste it slowly, but the aroma tempted me to take a small bite tentatively, despite the heat. Wow!

Sure enough, it was fragrant and sweet, and there was a little bit of powder, which was my favorite flavor. It's much better than a roasted sweet potato on the side of the road.

My cousin was as eager as I was, but after a few bites, my grandfather told him to go and herd the chicken. My cousin put the sweet potatoes on a clean stone and wanted to eat them again after the chicken.

The old man is very caring and wants to share it with you, so he is happy to give you baked yams to eat.

The old man likes you, treats you as his child, knows that you like to eat, and there are many at home, so he gives it away.

"I think she will make it up to him" - these should be the teacher's words of comfort, and he does not want some dark side of society to affect the child's heart.

Xiaojun, I'm glad that you were willing to peel out the two copper coins in the shuttlecock for him -- this is a compliment to the author, so that a child can have an innocent mind, a kind heart, is the purpose of every educator, and it is also the vocation of every educator.

Don't be sad, it's good that you have this heart. Being a hawker is very hard. When you grow up, you must be very considerate of them" -- it is a clear practice to give children a correct direction of education, instead of blindly attacking the ugliness of society, and to ensure the purity and immaculateness of children's thoughts.

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