Mother's baked sweet potato

The smell of baked sweet potato reminds me of my childhood. My mother often put sweet potatoes around the fire, roasted them to a slightly burnt yellow color, and ate them in her mouth. So far, I can't forget the taste. I seem to be greedy for the taste, greedy for the warmth of the taste! I have always been touched by my mother's energy. How could she be so energetic? It was not until I had children that I realized that the mother's spirit was originally derived from the word "love".

Main Ingredients

• sweet potato A moderate amount of