I hear some people called Piggy Potato, but it's kind of like a little less black, darker than a little mountain, thicker hair than a little less hair, thicker palms, three or four big fingers, cut off the skin, but it tastes like that, but it tastes like a lot different, pinky, sweeter, plain sweet, not sweet. It's hard to describe without eating. I didn't know if I had noticed, and this year I suddenly saw several villagers in our town selling them, and this year my old man planted them, and I saw them selling them later than they did, and I saw them selling them with pig potatoes, because one day I heard my old man and an aunt on the street talking to us, talking to them for a long time, and I saw the pork potatoes sold on the street, which they probably said. My old man dug it back. It was really good on the street. But it's a little weird, some of them are not good, some of them are not powdered, they're not powdered, they're bitter! It's so hard! But some people say it's bad to cook with a little yellow, and they don't know if it's a golden rule. I've got it, but some don't have yellow. What I know is that if one is good, the whole is good, and the whole is good, and they grow a few potatoes under one root, not just one, but a string。
