The composition of the Double Ninth Festival barbecue is 300 words.

"Good days are coming!" I shouted and imagined myself standing in the suburbs, enjoying the delicious barbecue excitedly. But my father's voice came from behind me: "Don't shout, come and get ready." As soon as I heard it, I lost my breath and muttered angrily, "Didn't you say that you do the preparatory work and I am responsible for baking?" "No, no, no,no. How can you taste delicious results without the hardships of preparation?" Dad said earnestly. I can't beat dad, so I have to prepare for the barbecue honestly.

Barbecue needs a lot of preparation. We have bought spices such as honey and pepper from the supermarket, meat such as chicken wings and chicken legs, vegetarian food such as purple potatoes, taro and green onions, and then brought tools such as oil, knives, wire and wood from home.

My father and I found a treasure trove of geomantic omen in the suburbs, with the front facing the water and the back facing the slope. Father found a few broken bricks around, built a simple earthen stove, and found two branches to support on both sides of the earthen stove to form a bracket. I strung chicken wings and chicken legs into kebabs with wire.

Everything was ready, and dad started to make a fire. At first, we didn't know how to light hay. Every time we light it, we put wood on it and it goes out in a short time. We tried several times, but we still couldn't light it. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and lit the fire in the grass ash. We suddenly realized that we temporarily found a few big leaves to serve as fans, and finally the flame roared and burned. Let's quickly set the kebabs and put them on the fire for roasting. There is a barbecue on it, and you can't be idle below. I threw purple potatoes and taro into the fire.

I kept rolling mutton kebabs on the fire. Soon, I saw the chickens outside began to emit oil, and some even dripped down on the fire, making a "Liu Zi" sound. After a while, I finally smelled the long-awaited meat. I can't wait to eat it. Father said, "You can't eat hot chicken if you are impatient!" " It's better to be cold and add some seasoning. "I had to swallow a mouthful of saliva, watching my father patiently dip in Chili and honey, without considering anything else, and grabbed it with his hand and took a bite. Ah, it smells good! Even a barbecue restaurant is not as delicious as this. Dad smiled and said, "This is the result of your own efforts. Of course it smells good. "

After eating the meat, the vegetarian dishes in the fire are almost cooked. We pulled out the purple potato and taro with branches, and they turned black. Dad peeled off the purple potato, and a smell came to the nose. I share this delicious food with my father, and when I eat it, I feel an unusual sweetness. Suddenly, my father and I laughed together. It turns out that we have all become "big faces".

In the wild wind, mixed with the smell of chicken and purple potato, our laughter spread far away and drifted to the depths of my memory.