He went to the refrigerator to get the sweet potatoes, found another piece of aluminum foil and tore them open and wrapped them up. The villa has a greenhouse garden, with flowers, vegetables, and naturally there is still unfreezing soil.

Ao Muyang and the mud wrapped a layer of aluminum foil and said, "Wait a little later, the sweet potatoes will be roasted soon."

Yan Qingcheng asked, "How do you bake? The stove here is gas-fired, and it seems that it is not suitable for roasting sweet potatoes like this."

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

Yan Qingcheng was curious and said, "Is this OK?"

Ao Muyang snapped his fingers: "It's OK."

He used the fire bar to pick up the burning charcoal, revealing the hot carbon ash below. Zhu Zhu squatted beside him and looked curiously. Yan Qingcheng came over and pushed her away and said, "Be careful to fall in. Mom doesn't want to eat the roasted suckling pig."

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

Yan Qingcheng said: "Mom is here to learn well. Go back. Although mom doesn't want to eat roasted suckling pigs, your aunt and uncle like it."

It is very easy to roast sweet potatoes in the fireplace. Build the wrapped sweet potatoes into the carbon ash, and then pick up the burning charcoal and distribute them evenly.

Ao Muyang packed up, while Yan Qingcheng came to watch.

At this time, a noisy sound suddenly sounded behind them: "My building is about to collapse. Dear classmates, if I am buried..."

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

"What are you eating? Fuck, I don't have food reserves here, and there is no store to take orders on takeout..."

"Eat a fart, go to bed, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep. Well, it's delicious, my wife, this fried egg is a bit muddy, please pay attention to the heat..."

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

Hearing the noisy chat, Ao Muyang turned around in surprise, and Yan Qingcheng also turned his head. The two of them were in the same movements, one turned from the left and the other turned from the right, with their cheeks almost pressed together.

Zhu Zhu was holding Ao Muyang's cell phone. Someone discussed her later. She was shy and clicked on the screen with her hand. Then the sound from the phone was suddenly raised by ten decibels:

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

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

"Rohe-bobois' sofa? Wow, fireplace, where is Ao Muyang?"

"Why is this beauty so much like the blue boatman's ceo Yan Qingcheng?"

"No, how could Brother Yang stay with the female devil Yan Qingcheng? But Yan Qingcheng has a daughter..."

"Shut up, this is our Mr. Yan! Brother Yang, give me a thigh and let me hug you, I'm just a blue boatman!"

Listening to the messy discussion, Ao Muyang became confused for a moment, and he felt that things were not good.

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

The little girl seemed to feel something was wrong, so she threw her phone on the sofa just like she was holding a hot potato.

The sound from the phone continues:

"Brother Yang is hidden in his eyes. The beauty around him is so beautiful."

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

"Monkey, don't joke around, you're so naughty, hey, look at this chandelier, lithonia's dome fluorescent? Whose family is this? You're so rich. Just a set of furniture in the living room and this chandelier can buy a house in Hongyang."

"Really? Do you still understand these things?"

"I've been working in interior decoration for two years. Can you know these top European and American decoration brands?"

Ao Muyang took his phone and turned off the video. He thought about it and typed and replied: I'm a guest at a friend's house. Please, gods, don't talk nonsense.

As soon as he typed his words, a bunch of them followed...

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

Yan Qingcheng smiled and said, "I should apologize. It's all Zhu Zhu who touched your phone randomly."

As she said that, she squinted her eyes and gave the little girl a murderous look.

Zhu Zhu stuck out his tongue and took Ao Muyang's hand to apologize: "I'm sorry, brother, I saw something jumping on your phone. I thought someone called you, so I clicked."

Ao Muyang said: "It's okay, come and prepare to eat roasted sweet potatoes."

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

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

He estimated the heat based on the fire and felt that it was almost done. He pulled out a black mud egg.

Zhu Zhu's face was dull and said, "Well, why is the sweet potato like this? Has it been roasted into a fossil?"

Ao Muyang smiled, and he knocked open the outer mud blocks, and the aluminum foil inside was unscathed.

Finally, the aluminum foil was peeled off and the sweet potatoes that emitted thick heat were exposed.

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

The temperature dropped slightly, Ao Muyang pulled away the sweet potato skin, revealing the golden melon flesh inside.

The sweet potato is of good quality, and it looks like a golden thread is pulled after breaking it apart.

Zhu Zhu reached out his hand anxiously, but it turned out to be so hot: "Ahhh, it's so hot and painful!"

Ao Muyang peeled off half of the sweet potato skin, he took a bowl, opened the door and scooped a bowl of white snow, then inserted the half with the skin into the snow, and said, "Come on, it's colder soon."

The little girl with red eyes was immediately happy when she saw this scene. She giggled, "Wow, it looks so good."

Ao Muyang said seriously: "This is a famous dish from our Hongyang, called Yinping Golden House!"

Zhu Zhu stretched out his hand and held the small bowl, and smiled and said, "Silver Screen Golden House? Mom, what does it mean?"

The other roasted sweet potatoes later became ripe. Ao Muyang took them out and knocked them open one by one. He just happened to have no breakfast, so he made breakfast.

As he guessed, the sweet potato is of excellent quality, the melon meat is crispy and soft, and has a strong aroma after being roasted.

At noon, the couple who appeared last night yawned downstairs.

Yan Qingcheng left them with roasted sweet potatoes in the insulated box. When they saw the warm sweet potatoes, the two of them were not polite. They ate two of them, and while eating, they exclaimed: "Well, it's delicious, Qingqing has great skills."

Zhu Zhu smiled and said, "My mother is a lazy pig, so she can't do it. This is what my brother did."

The man looked at him in surprise, and the couple smiled, with a meaningful smile.

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

In the evening, Ao Muyang stood at the window and looked out, feeling that some people's lives were really hard. It was snowing outside, and the property staff had to shovel the snow in the snow.

He sighed, and Yan Qingcheng's voice sounded: "Xiao Ao, we're ready to have supper."

Then he went to enjoy the food.
Chapter completed!