一锅红薯粥熬好了,粘粘的,稠稠的,切成大小适中的红薯块儿,黄澄澄,透亮晶莹,散发出诱人的香味。北方叫红薯,我们四川叫红苕。“妈妈,我要吃红薯。”一走进菜市场,孩子就指着堆放在菜摊旁的红薯对我说。这年头,孩子的话就是圣旨,我不假思索地走上前去,挑了几个看上去又大又光滑的红薯。北方的红薯价格贵得离谱,二块五一斤。我暗笑,若在老家,那些堆成山一样的红薯,喂猪,猪都不太爱吃的,更别 A pot of sweet potato porridge boiled, sticky, thick, cut into small pieces of sweet potato block size, yellow crystal, translucent crystal, emitting a seductive fragrance. Called the sweet potato in the north, we called Sichuan red cake. “Mom, I want to eat sweet potatoes. ” "As soon as you enter the market, the children are pointing to me at the sweet potato piled beside the vegetable stall. This year, the words of the children were the imperial edicts. I went up without hesitation and picked up a few sweet potatoes that looked big and smooth. The price of sweet potato in the north is ridiculous, two five pounds. I chuckle, if in my hometown, those who pile into a mountain of sweet potato, pigs, pigs are not too much to eat, not to mention