? In Cantonese, sweet potato guy means a very stupid person, as stupid as sweet potato, potato head and potato brain. Although I am not a person who likes sweet potatoes, I like sweet potatoes. If there were no sweet potatoes, my childhood would not be so colorful.

When I was a child, the only food I often ate was sweet potato, except white rice for three meals a day. Every rainy day in July is the best day to plant sweet potatoes. Father quickly cut the twisted sweet potato vine into several sections with scissors, each section is about four or five inches long, and two or three green leaves are attached to the vine, and then they are inserted one by one in the newly trimmed field. As the saying goes, "Sweet potatoes are not afraid of rotten soil, but only want to be passed down from generation to generation." Sweet potato has a strong vitality. After a while, the sweet potato vine crawled on the ground and spread everywhere, and the duck-egg-shaped leaves scattered. Seen from a distance, it is a vibrant scene. Soon, dotted with pale white flowers, swaying in the wind. Autumn in October is the season when sweet potatoes mature. Dad, brother and sister are happily digging sweet potatoes in the field with hoes and baskets.

As soon as I dug a hoe down, I screamed, "Wow, four or five sweet potatoes are tightly hugged and United as brothers."

? "I dug a heart-shaped sweet potato!" My sister cried in surprise, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

? "Hey, I accidentally dug a huge sweet potato!" Brother is a little embarrassed.

"You should carefully dig down the sweet potato vine. It's a pity to dig it out! " My father said earnestly at a side.

In less than half a day, the ground was covered with sweet potatoes of all sizes, like a hill.

The next step is to eat sweet potatoes, the most common of which is dried sweet potatoes. We put sweet potatoes in a big pot, steam them, cut them into pieces like dried tofu, arrange them neatly in a dustpan, and expose them to the sun. A few days later, it became as big as dried radish. Take a bite, it's very chewy and memorable. I often grab one at school and stuff it in my pocket. When I am hungry, I eat it as a snack. The most convenient thing is to stew sweet potatoes. Every day when I go home from school to make a fire and cook, I will carefully select a sweet potato from Huang Chengcheng and bury it in the ashes. Listening to the crackling sound of firewood, I think this is a wonderful kitchen symphony. When I smelled a pungent smell, I took out the sweet potato with a poker. Blow off a layer of dust gently, only to see the sweet potato skin cracked, tender and tender outside, especially attractive.

The most interesting thing is hanging on the wall to dry and eat. Every autumn, when the leaves rustle, the wind blows on the window lattice, and even the door seems to be unable to close. Father climbed a tall ladder and hung a string of sweet potatoes on the greasy black wooden board wall. Sometimes I look up inadvertently and see the attractive sweet potato teasing me. So greedy, I picked a dried sweet potato with a slender bamboo pole. At this time, the sweet potato was blown away by the north wind, and the yellow skin was wrinkled like the wrinkles on the face of a weather-beaten old lady. After peeling, especially the sweet potato with red heart is crisp and sweet, which has a special taste.

My favorite is making sweet potato powder, which is full of festive joy for me when I was a child. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the earth, my father came to the well with a big basket of sweet potatoes, carefully washed them with clear water, removed mud and dirty edges, and washed them all looked watery, and then crushed them into mud. Then my father held a wooden mold in his right hand, and grabbed a handful of sweet potato paste in his left hand and sprinkled it evenly from the wooden hole, floating down like a spring rain, so he became a sweet potato fan. Whenever this happens, I always try to do it by holding the mold, so my father patiently said, "Don't worry, take your time!" " "As a result, the sweet potato powder I made is as thick as a stick and can be used as a gun. So my father laughed and his eyebrows and beard trembled with laughter. Then we hung these wet powders on slender bamboo poles and set up a sweet potato curtain in the open space in front of the house. My little friend and I shuttled among them, tore off a sweet potato vermicelli and stuffed it into our mouth to satisfy our desire.

What I look forward to most is potato chips, the carnival before the Chinese New Year. At the end of each year, my father will "make hot pot" with freshly slaughtered chickens, ducks and fresh pork, that is, put soy sauce on it and soak it in boiling tea oil, which will be more fragrant and lasting. Looking at my father wearing an apron covered with oil stains, he was slow in front of the stove, and the prosperous fire made his cheeks red. At this time, greedy I dragged my father's rough hand and begged, "Dad, I want to eat potato chips!" " ""good! " Father always readily agrees. Then he carefully cut the sweet potato into pieces, dried the flour, and fried it in a boiling oil pan until it was golden brown, crisp and fragrant. This is my favorite food for the New Year. Sometimes, I put sweet potato slices together, and the result is a golden crab, which looks very cute. Father's hearty laughter floated from time to time in the kitchen, and it spread far and far with the wind.

Now, the dried sweet potatoes sold in a dazzling array of supermarkets look delicious and attractive, so you can take a bite. It tastes strange, not authentic dried sweet potatoes; You can also buy golden chips at the upscale KFC McDonald's. They look delicious, but you don't taste like French fries when you were a child.

? For me, sweet potato is not only a kind of food, but also a feeling, the warmth of father's love.