IT'S COLDER ALL OF A SUDDEN, THERE'S A LOT OF HOT POTATOES IN THE STREET ALLEYS, THERE'S A LOT OF PEOPLE GOING TO KINDERGARTEN LAST NIGHT, THERE'S A LOT OF PRIMARY SCHOOL, A LOT OF KIDS GOING AROUND SCHOOL TO SELL BAKED POTATOES, IT'S COLD, IT'S A LITTLE WINDY, IT SMELLS SO GOOD, I'D LIKE TO TAKE ONE IN MY HAND, WARM AND WARM, AND TASTE SWEET IN MY MOUTH AND SAY, "MOM, LET'S GO HOME, I HAVE TO WRITE MY HOMEWORK. WELL, I CAN'T SUPPORT A GIRL WHO SELLS BAKED POTATOES. WHEN I CAME HOME, PUT MY LITTLE GIRL ON THE CREEPING MAT, WRITE MORE IN THE LIVING ROOM, I RUSHED INTO THE KITCHEN AND PULLED TWO POTATOES OUT OF THE KITCHEN, AND THERE WERE NO SMALL ONES, ONLY BIG ONES, CLEANED UP AND CUT IN FOUR PIECES, STUFFED INTO THE AIR FRYER, 200 DEGREES, 30 MINUTES, UNTIL THE BIG GIRL FINISHED WRITING THE HOMEWORK, TUTORED THE SPELLING AND MATHS, ONLY HEARD THE END OF THE AIR FRYING POT, AND SMELLED THE SMELL. HOW MANY KIDS ARE HAPPY WITH THEIR HOMEWORK, OPEN THE IPAD, WATCH HER EVERY DAY WITH AN ANIMATED EPISODE, EAT SWEET ROASTED POTATOES, AND I'M TEASING MY SISTER. IN THE COLD WINTER, YOU HAVE TO HAVE THE ROASTED POTATOES
