Golden Fishing Village

He went to the refrigerator to get the sweet potatoes, then found a piece of aluminum foil, tore it open and wrapped a few sweet potatoes. The villa had a greenhouse garden with flowers, vegetables, and naturally unfrozen soil.

Ao Muyang and Ni wrapped another layer of aluminum foil and said, "Wait a moment, the sweet potatoes will be roasted soon."

Yan Qingcheng asked: "How do you bake them? The stove here is gas-fired. It seems not suitable for roasting sweet potatoes like this."

Ao Muyang smiled and said: "It's very simple. Isn't there a fireplace? The fireplace burns charcoal, and the charcoal contains carbon ash. Just bury the sweet potatoes in the carbon ash."

Yan Qingcheng was curious and asked, "Is this okay?"

Ao Muyang snapped his fingers: "Definitely."

He used a fire stick to lift up the burning charcoal, revealing the hot charcoal underneath. Zhu Zhu squatted next to it and looked curiously. Yan Qingcheng came over and pushed her away, saying: "Be careful of falling in, mom doesn't want to eat roasted suckling pig." "

Zhu Zhu said: "I want to learn how to bake sweet potatoes."

Yan Qingcheng said: "Mom is here to learn. You can order later. Although mom doesn't want to eat roasted suckling pig, your aunt and uncle like it."

Roasting sweet potatoes in a fireplace is very simple. Just bury the wrapped sweet potatoes in the charcoal ash, and then pick up the burning charcoal to distribute it evenly.

Ao Muyang was cleaning up, while Yan Qingcheng was watching from the side.

At this time, a noisy voice suddenly sounded behind them: "The building here is about to collapse. Dear students, if I am buried..."

"This snow is really scary. My dad just called me and said that some old houses at home were really crushed by the snow..."

"What are you eating? Damn it, I don't have any food stocked here, and there's no store taking takeaway orders..."

"Eat your shit and go to sleep. You won't be hungry when you fall asleep. Well, it's delicious. Wife, this omelette is a bit mushy. Please pay attention to the heat..."

"Hey, whose little girl is this? She's so beautiful..."

Hearing the noisy chatter, Ao Muyang turned around in surprise, and Yan Qingcheng also turned his head. The two of them moved in unison, one turned his head from the left, the other from the right, their cheeks almost touching each other.

Zhu Zhu was holding Ao Muyang's mobile phone. Someone was discussing her behind her. She was shy and clicked on the screen with her hand, and then the sound from the mobile phone suddenly increased by ten decibels:

"Fuck Brother Yang, who is this beautiful woman next to Brother Yang?"

"Didn't Brother Madeyang say that he is single? He even has children?"

"Roche-Bobois's sofa? Wow, fireplace, where is Ao Muyang?"

"Why does this beauty look so much like Yan Qingcheng, the CEO of Blue Boat Works?"

"No way, why would Brother Yang stay with that devil Yan Qingcheng? But Yan Qingcheng does have a daughter..."

"Shut up, this is our Mr. Yan! Brother Yang, give me a thigh to hold, I'll be working as a blue boatman!"

Listening to the messy discussion, Ao Muyang was confused for a moment, and he felt that something was not good.

Yan Qingcheng was calm and said calmly: "Zhu Zhu, don't touch other people's things and put down your brother's phone."

The little girl seemed to feel that something was not good, and threw her phone on the sofa like a hot potato.

The voice played on the phone continues:

"Brother Yang is hiding his secrets. The beauty next to him is so beautiful."

"Little sister, don't throw away your phone. Pick it up and give it to your dad."

"Monkey, don't be ridiculous, you are so mean. Hey, look at this chandelier, Lithonia's fluorescent dome? Brother Yang, whose house is this? You are so rich. You can buy a set of living room furniture and this chandelier at Hongyang." Got a house.”

"True or false? Do you still understand these things?"

"I have been doing interior decoration for two years. Do you know these top European and American decoration brands?"

Ao Muyang took the phone and turned off the video. He thought about it and typed a reply: I am a guest at a friend's house. Please stop talking nonsense.

As soon as he typed out his words, there were a bunch of words behind him...

Seeing this, he simply turned off his phone, then smiled bitterly at Yan Qingcheng and said, "Sorry, this is a group of my classmates. They like to talk nonsense."

Yan Qingcheng smiled and said, "I should apologize. It's all Zhu Zhu's fault for touching your phone."

As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes and gave the little girl a murderous look.

Zhu Zhu stuck out her tongue, took Ao Muyang's hand and apologized obediently: "I'm sorry, brother, I just saw something jumping on your phone. I thought someone was calling you, so I clicked on it."

Ao Muyang said: "It's okay, come on, get ready to eat roasted sweet potatoes."

It was snowing heavily outside, and the three of them sat in front of the fireplace and waited.

Ao Muyang occasionally stirred up the charcoal fire and turned over the sweet potatoes wrapped in mud.

He estimated the intensity of the fire based on the intensity of the fire, and when he felt it was almost done, he pulled out a dark mud egg.

Zhu Zhu's face was dull: "Uh, why is the sweet potato like this? Has it been roasted into fossils?"

Ao Muyang smiled, he knocked open the outer layer of mud, and found that the aluminum foil paper inside was undamaged.

Finally, the aluminum foil was peeled off, revealing the sweet potatoes that exuded thick heat.

In the hazy white air, the unique sweet smell of roasted sweet potatoes spread quickly. The little girl immediately started to swallow her saliva, her eyes shining like black gems: "Wow, it smells so good!"

When the temperature dropped slightly, Ao Muyang opened the sweet potato skin, revealing the golden flesh inside.

The quality of this sweet potato is very good. When you open it, the heel looks like gold threads.

Zhu Zhu stretched out her hand anxiously, but it was so hot that she screamed: "Ah, ah, it's so hot and it hurts!"

Ao Muyang peeled off half of the sweet potato skin. He took a bowl, opened the door and scooped out a bowl of white snow. Then he inserted the skinned half into the snow and said, "Here, it will cool down faster."

The little girl with red eyes suddenly became happy again when she saw this scene. She giggled and said, "Wow, it's so beautiful."

Ao Muyang said seriously: "This is a famous dish in Hongyang, called Silver Screen Golden House!"

Zhu Zhu stretched out her hand to hold the small bowl and said with a smile: "Yin screen golden house? Mom, what do you mean?"

The other roasted sweet potatoes were getting cooked gradually, and Ao Muyang took them out one by one and opened them. It happened that breakfast was not being made, so this thing was used for breakfast.

As he guessed, the sweet potatoes were of excellent quality, with soft flesh, glutinous and sweet texture, and a rich aroma after roasting.

At noon, the couple who had appeared last night came downstairs yawning.

Yan Qingcheng left roasted sweet potatoes for them in the insulator. When they saw the warm sweet potatoes, the two of them were not polite. Each of them ate two. While eating, they praised: "Well, it's delicious. Qingqing's skills are great."

Zhu Zhu smiled and said: "My mother is a lazy pig. She doesn't know how to do it. This is what my brother did."

The man looked at him in surprise, and the couple smiled meaningfully.

The blizzard lasted for two days and it snowed throughout the day.

In the evening, Ao Muyang stood at the window and looked out, feeling that the life of some people was really difficult. It was snowing heavily outside, and the property management staff had to brave the snow to shovel the snow.

He sighed, and Yan Qingcheng's voice sounded: "Xiao Ao, get ready for dinner."

Then he went to enjoy the food.