The Qin family members got up one after another, and the aroma of the two roasted sweet potatoes on the brazier filled the entire kitchen.
Wang Jingqiu was drooling at the roasted sweet potatoes. She was really too hungry. She thought Qin Dahai had roasted them specially for her. After all, she hadn't eaten last night.
But the skin of the sweet potato was burnt, and Qin Dahai didn't show any interest in giving it to her. Could it be that the sweet potatoes were baked differently in different places? Did this old man think they weren't cooked enough?
Jiang Xinghua was still making breakfast, while Fang Xiaocao and Qin Dasao were sitting in front of the stove, mending the children's clothes while making a fire.
I was staying at home all day and not working, so I saved a lot on food.
Breakfast is also very simple. Cook a variety of dried vegetables in a pot, sprinkle a few handfuls of cornmeal with bran in it, and breakfast is ready.
Zhou Shikang came in and took a look, his eyes filled with disdain, but he said nothing. In his heart, he was even more worried. If he didn't eat this pig food, his dry food wouldn't last much longer, and he didn't know when his mother's subsequent supplies would arrive.
But he had no appetite for such food. It already had a pungent smell, and with the disgusting look on his face, the taste was probably even worse.
Qin Shuwan, who wanted to observe more of the educated youth living at home, got up early today.
But that was early for her, after all, everyone was ready to have breakfast.
Qin Dahai smiled and waved to Qin Shuwan, "My daughter, get up and sit next to your father. There is a brazier here."
Qin Shuwan sat over and sniffed with her sensitive nose, "Dad, did you hide some delicious food? I can smell it."
Qin Dahai smiled kindly and took out two peeled and roasted golden sweet potatoes from the brazier under the table and gave them to his daughter.
"Dad knows you like this, eat it while it's hot, it's been roasted for a long time."
Wang Jingqiu, who had been waiting for Qin Dahai to ask for her sweet potatoes, said:... This damn old man didn't roast them for her?
Wang Jingqiu thought to herself that the old man must have done it on purpose, causing her to misunderstand and spend the whole morning in vain.
Today's sweet potatoes are not as productive, large, or of the best quality as those of later generations. They are not very sweet, very dry, and have stems in the middle. However, Qin Shuwan still likes to eat them because they are a special treat that her father would cook for her whenever he has time.
What you eat is not just a baked sweet potato, but also an old father's preference for his daughter.
Qin Shuwan also has no habit of eating alone, unless it is something that cannot be taken out. But even if she cannot share it with her family, she likes to share it with her friends in the plane.
Qin Dahai was forced to give one of the two baked sweet potatoes, and the father and daughter each ate one.
"Dad, your skill in roasting sweet potatoes is really getting better and better. Look, this is not a roasted sweet potato at all? It's clearly a work of art.
If you can do business freely in the future, you will definitely make a lot of money with your skills."
Qin Dahai laughed heartily, but neither of them noticed that when some people heard that they could do business freely in the future, their eyes flashed with unknown emotions.
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