Li Zhi, don't be a coward

Chapter 817 Dream Bubble
A childhood without a beating is incomplete, and a life without a roasted sweet potato is also incomplete.

When I was a child, I chased tricycles selling roasted sweet potatoes all over the street. I didn’t have the money to smell the sweet taste of sweet potatoes, and I was very satisfied. Especially when I saw the dark red honey juice overflowing from the skin of roasted sweet potatoes, I couldn’t help drooling.

Although I still don't have much money when I grow up, at least I can afford roasted sweet potatoes.

However, for some reason, when I had enough money to afford it, I couldn't get back the salivating feeling I had when I was a child.

Probably because people have grown up, and the once pure and innocent appetite has been taken up by other desires in life.There are so many attractive things in the world, who cares about the rotten toys in childhood and a worthless bite of baked sweet potato?
Squatting in the yard, Li Qinzai couldn't help looking at Qiao'er.

My childhood was actually the same as his childhood...

Of course, there are also differences. Qiao'er was obviously beaten too little, unlike Li Qinzai in his previous life, who was forced to train himself to be a steel-framed body when he was a child.

"Father, is this the sweet potato harvested from the field today?" Qiao'er curiously approached the sweet potato to look at it, and even picked one up and put it in front of his nose to smell it.

"That's right, Dad managed to steal it out. I'll give you a taste today. Remember to keep a low profile. Even the emperor would be reluctant to eat it. If it wasn't for my sharp eyesight and quick hands today, heh heh..." Li Qinzai's expression was full of complacency. .

Cui Jie gave him a blank look: "What is your husband talking about? I'm not afraid to teach Qiao'er badly. My husband discovered it and planted it in our field. It doesn't matter if I eat a few of the harvest. It's ugly whether you steal it or not. Very much."

Li Qinzai said with a smile: "I just like Madam's upright look. Tomorrow I will build a shed for Madam at the entrance of the village and let Madam sit in it. All the dogs in the village will have to pay to Madam when they pass by..."

Cui Jie poohed: "Husband doesn't speak human words anymore!"

Jin Xiang on the side let out a snort, covering his mouth and chuckling.

Cui Jie glared at her and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Jin Xiang shook his head, and then smiled softly: "I... just like the way my husband is now, full of world-wide knowledge, but often makes little surprises to hide, and then takes them home to secretly share with his wife and children. Life is going... well, it's very smokey."

Cui Jie was startled, then looked at Li Qinzai and smiled softly.

"Since my husband has taken a few sweet potatoes, don't waste them. How to make them delicious, my husband must know better than my concubine."

Qiao'er also excitedly said: "Father, hurry up and make sweet potatoes, let's try something new."

Li Qinzai's vanity was satisfied, and he confidently set up an iron mesh grill over the charcoal fire, then threw a few sweet potatoes onto the grill, and called it a day.

The three of them stared at him in astonishment, Cui Jie stammered for a while: "Husband, is this the end?"

"Otherwise? Shall I tell them to stand up and dance for you?"

Cui Jie gave him a blank look: "For the past six months, I have only heard that this thing is very expensive, and I thought it was so complicated to make, so it's just roasted..."

"I'm sorry, I want to show off my skills as a husband, but I really don't have room for it." Li Qinzai said regretfully.

You can't use it to cook, right?That would be too anti-human, like bean curd and salty food.

After waiting for a long time, the skin of the sweet potato began to wrinkle, the air exuded a strong sweet smell, and a trace of red honey juice flowed from the surface of the sweet potato. Seeing Cui Jie and the three of them swallowed secretly, Qiao'er looked like a zoo in the afternoon. Four o'clock is as restless as a monkey.

Li Qinzai knew that the heat was almost ready, so he picked up a sweet potato with an iron clip and hesitated for a while.

Qiao'er swallowed her saliva, but still said very restrainedly: "Father, give it to Auntie first, Auntie has a younger brother in her stomach, and he wants to eat it too."

Cui Jie rubbed Qiao'er's head lovingly, and said with a smile, "I'm an adult who snatches food from children, should I be a human if it gets out? Husband, give it to Qiao'er."

Li Qinzai thought for a while, then gave Qiao'er the first baked sweet potato, and told him to let it cool down before peeling off the skin before eating.

"Soon, Qiao'er will become an elder brother. In your life, you may have to be humble in everything, and you must give in to your brothers and sisters in everything, but now, you are still the only spoiled child in the eyes of your parents. Cherish it." Good times." Li Qinzai rubbed his head and smiled.

Qiao'er was puzzled and said: "Dad won't love Qiao'er in the future?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? As long as Dad lives, of course he will love you forever,"

Li Qinzai sighed, and said, "It's just that in the future, Dad will love a few more people. For example, there is only one baked sweet potato in the family. Now you can eat the whole whole by yourself."

"But in the future, this baked sweet potato will be divided into several portions, you can only eat one portion, and the rest will be distributed to your brothers and sisters, are you willing?"

Qiao'er nodded: "Qiao'er has grown up and is not as greedy as when I was a child. In fact, I don't have to eat it. I will give it to my brothers and sisters. Qiao'er has no objection."

One sentence moved Cui Jie and Jin Xiang, Li Qinzai smiled and said: "You don't have to be too sensible, it makes people feel distressed. You are not old, and you can still be self-willed in front of your father for a few more years, so what do you do when you grow up so fast?"

"After you become an adult, you can't get rid of your troubles all your life. For fame and fortune, for power and sex. When you look back on your life many years later, you will find that the happiest time in your life is at this moment tonight, when the family sneaks together to have a barbecue. Sweet potatoes..."

"The sweet potato baked tonight tastes like the only delicious taste in life, and it will be difficult to eat again in a lifetime."

Qiao'er blinked ignorantly: "Is Dad talking about roasted sweet potatoes?"

Li Qinzai smiled lightly: "No, what Dad is talking about with you is about life. About birth, old age, sickness and death, about the impermanence of gathering and parting, about the cruelty of time, I, your aunt, your second mother, after a few years, we will eventually be in your life absent."

"Fortunately, you can't understand it now. When you understand it, you will really grow up, and it will not be fun at all."

Cui Jie and Jin Xiang's eyes were inexplicably red, Cui Jie sniffed hard, and said: "My husband has made my concubine sad again..."

There were tears in Jin Xiang's eyes, but he rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily: "It's obvious that the whole family steals baked sweet potatoes, why is your husband making you so sad? It's a bad mood."

Qiao'er really didn't understand, the sweet potatoes were getting colder, Qiao'er had already started peeling, grinning from the heat but excited.

Li Qinzai distributed the other baked sweet potatoes to Cui Jie and Jin Xiang, and he also took one and peeled off the skin.

Steaming sweet potatoes exude a strong sweet smell in the air.

Li Qinzai took a bite, the mouth was soft and waxy, the sweetness of the glutinous rice spread from the tip of the tongue to the nasal cavity, almost without chewing, the extremely soft sweet potato instantly turned into liquid, rolling in the mouth.

It melts in the mouth and leaves a fragrance on the lips and teeth.

Sure enough, it is still the familiar taste from the previous life.

Li Qinzai closed his eyes, and for a moment, he seemed to be back in the millennium, that dirty boy, chasing the tricycle selling roasted sweet potatoes all over the street, staring greedily at the old man selling roasted sweet potatoes despite having no money Son.

The old man broke off a small piece and handed it to him, waved his hand pretending to be unhappy, and told him sternly that it was only this time, and the next time would not be an exception.

The dirty boy grinned, threw a small piece of roasted sweet potato into his mouth, turned around and ran away without thanking him.

The flowers have faded to red, and the green apricots are still small.

Looking back, it's been a thousand years, Zhuang Zhou and the butterfly, dreams and bubbles.

(End of this chapter)