Chapter 1177

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after breakfast made by grandma, Yang Zimei began to wander around city A.

Since she had a car, she seldom walked in the street.

Now, she wants to walk like this.

The disaster omen of a city is like a piece of haze in her heart, which makes her unable to let go.

The streets are still messy and poor, and pedestrians are still walking leisurely. Unlike the provincial capital of Guangyuan City, everyone on the street seems to be in a hurry.

Of course, from time to time, we can see one or two people in the street quarreling recklessly. The small businessmen who do business are all smart and want to take advantage of the guests.

However, this is all familiar with Yang Zimei.

Familiar streets, familiar people.

If one day, a catastrophe suddenly happened here, leading to the displacement of people, or death or injury, she would really be very sad.

However, her current ability is not enough to resist the weather, not enough to resist large-scale natural and man-made disasters.

"Girl, would you like a baked sweet potato?"

My sister-in-law, who was setting up a sweet potato stall, saw her pacing slowly in the street and yelled.

Yang Zimei stopped.

The roasted sweet potato, in the hot barbecue oven inside, sends out the attractive fragrance.

Yang Zimei has too many memories for baked sweet potatoes.

When she lived in Huangcun in the last life, because her second aunt refused to give her more food, when she was really hungry, she went out in the middle of the night to dig out sweet potatoes planted by others and secretly roast them.

At that time, the villagers were still relatively poor, even a grain of rice, they were more meticulous.

The villagers found that their sweet potatoes had been secretly dug. They were very angry, so they ambushed in the ground, caught her again and beat her up, resulting in a little limp in her left leg.

Later, she did not dare to steal sweet potatoes.

Later, she saw sweet potatoes have psychological shadow.

Of course, after wandering in a city, she saw the aroma of baked sweet potatoes on the street. She was hungry and wanted to have one.

Unfortunately, sweet potatoes are more expensive than rice.

She still chose to buy rice with her money.

Seeing her stop, the aunt of baked sweet potato happily took out a sweet potato with split skin and flesh, full of fragrance, and handed it to Yang Zimei, "you see, it's baked just right. Eating sweet potato has a lot of nutrition and delicious, so buy one, OK?"

Looking at the hot baked sweet potato in front of her eyes, Yang Zimei had a psychological effect and felt her left leg ache faintly.

So she shook her head. "I don't have any money."

"That's it

Aunt's face showed a trace of disappointment, just want to put the sweet potato into the oven, thought about it, wrapped it in kraft paper, and handed it to her again, "the aunt will give you one to eat. If you think it's delicious, you can take the money next time and buy it again. The aunt will try to make you cheaper."

Yang Zimei looked at the aunt's earnest eyes, did not refuse, reached for the sweet potato.

She looked at the sweet potato in her hand, did not start to peel, but thought that she had almost no leg for a sweet potato that day.

"Girl, peel and eat while it's hot. It's not delicious when it's cold."

When she saw her hands with sweet potatoes as white as spring onions, she thought she was the daughter of a rich family. She might not have seen such coarse grains as sweet potatoes, or she would not peel sweet potatoes.

Even if you can peel, you may scald such a white and beautiful hand. After thinking about it, she warmly stretched out her hand and said, "girl, you are afraid of being scalded. My aunt will help you peel it."

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