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Last winter vacation, I returned to my long-lost hometown? One morning, the sun was shining and the sun was warming the earth. My cousin said to my cousin and me, "Let's bake sweet potatoes for dinner this afternoon." . Baked sweet potato? For the children in this county, it is really a great temptation.

When we came to the kitchen, my cousin took some good sweet potatoes, washed them with well water first, and then wiped them clean. Then, we went to a remote place in the wild. My cousin and I dug a big pit with twigs and put sweet potatoes in it one by one, covered with seedlings and hay. My cousin took dozens of bricks to enclose the pit and built a semicircular "small stove". Then, he kept adding twigs to the belly of the "small stove". Finally, my cousin lit hay with a match and put it in the "small stove". There was a fire, and a lot of smoke came out of the stove, which made the three of us feel very uncomfortable and tears came out. Cousin endured tears and got down, so the mission had to blow the flames with his mouth. At this time, the flame in the furnace is more prosperous.

An hour later, the fire slowly went out. The aroma of sweet potato came to the nose, so we quickly dug up the soil. One person chose two big and fragrant sweet potatoes. Pushing open a layer of black sweet potato skin, golden sweet potato meat is exposed, which makes people drool. Cousin couldn't wait to take a bite and burst into tears. Looking at his messy appearance, we all laughed our heads off.

I can't forget this baked sweet potato until now. I will definitely go back to eat baked sweet potatoes next time.