Changsheng's mother put a bowl in front of Yan Huan. Inside the bowl were dumplings in the size of ingots. This was the first time Yan Huan ate dumplings after leaving home, not to mention a wheat flour dumpling.
"Thanks, Auntie." She used the chopsticks to take one dumpling. Although she might burn her mouth with the hot dumpling, she forced herself to eat it anyway. As expected, it burned her mouth, but it warmed her heart and satisfied her appetite.
The dumpling was delicious. Indeed, it was really good. There was not much meat in the filling which was made with mostly flour and vegetables planted by the villagers. It might be cheaper than any other dumplings she had in the restaurants at Sea City, but they were the only dumplings she had this year. The dumplings definitely tasted more delicious as they were rare.
Yan Huan finished the big bowl of dumplings and even the soup.
