Huo qingge wanted to facepalm. She had never seen such a small-muzzled thing before, and she was really not used to it.
She was already used to her noise, so she felt uncomfortable when she heard her stutter.
"Young miss, let's eat dumplings! It's the winter solstice!"
In the end, it was Han Bing who spoke. He had just looked at the calendar. Today was the winter solstice, and everyone in the North ate dumplings.
In fact, he also wanted to eat Huo qingge's dumplings. After eating them the last time, he couldn't forget them.
It had to be said that the filling of the dumplings made by Huo qingge was very delicious and very homely. It was incomparable to the dumplings bought outside.
Moreover, Fire and Ice especially liked to eat dumplings. In the past, when they were in the Army, the liveliest thing was for everyone to make dumplings together. It was very lively.
Although they were a group of grown men, the dumplings they made were all beautiful.
