Chapter 623 Start Again

• Staring at the golden potato wedges, I was too full to eat anymore, but it brought back my childhood memories.
• The land in R Province was cultivable. Every year during spring, Grandma planted two acres of maize. From soil preparation to sowing to manuring to irrigation, I had to be there to give her a hand. On our way back, we dug up some potatoes to make potato wedges.
• Sometimes, we roasted them over the fire. When they were cooked, the dark, burnt skin was peeled and the golden potatoes smelled appetizing. With Grandma's homemade sauce, they were the most delicious food I had ever eaten.