"Auntie said this is a bean sprout that just sprouted today, so she gave it to us to make a sour and spicy bean sprout dish. I guess it's too late to cook it for lunch, so I'll save it for dinner tonight."
Zhuang Qingsui said, putting the bean sprouts and the plate together into the basket. She gently covered it with a cloche to prevent cats or other animals from digging around.
Then she put some firewood into the stove, and boiled the water again.
Zhuang Qingning started cooking the dumplings in the pot while preparing a dipping sauce with vinegar and chopped green onion.
As soon as the dumplings, as white as little swans, were ready, they sat in the courtyard. While enjoying the warm sunlight, they feasted on the fragrant dumplings.
They had used plenty of pork and Zhuang Qingning had added water when kneading the filling. As a result, the dumplings were extra juicy—juices even trickled down the corners of their mouths.
Oh, dear.
The sight made Mrs. Song's heart ache.
