When Chen Xiuxiu arrived at Jiang Feng's door, holding a bottle of vinegar and a box of century eggs, the dumplings had already been taken out of the pot.
Since they were staying in the city for only two days, Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian did not buy many groceries, and the variety of dumplings was quite monotonous, only cabbage and pork filling and chives and egg filling. Both types were Jiankang's specialty. Even before starting to eat, just sitting at the table and looking at the steaming big white dumplings was enough to make one's mouth water.
Yes, the person drooling was Pan Ling.
For Pan Ling, who was stranded in a gourmet desert, anything that came out of Jiang Feng's family kitchen was a delicacy, no matter who made it.
"Xiuxiu, you're here! Come, sit down. Mr. Jiang will serve you some dumplings," Jiang Jiankang warmly greeted her, pulling out the smallest bowl in the house to fill it with dumplings for Chen Xiuxiu.
