In the 1990s, regularly eating dumplings was considered a luxury. The peasants had their hands full with farm work, and making dumplings was not only a time-consuming process, but refined flour was also expensive. For the dumplings to be truly delicious, they needed to be generously filled with oil and stuffing, such as meat, or chives and celery mixed with oil residue.
Zhang Fengmei, in the past, certainly couldn't bear to do this more than twice a year.
Jiang Yang loved dumplings the most. He would sit at the dining table with a bowl, not saying a word, skillfully using his chopsticks to dip his dumplings in the sauce.
"Feng Mei, are there any more dumplings?" Jiang Dechun came in from the outside and asked loudly.
"Yes, I made a lot today. There's plenty." Zhang Fengmei replied and then added, "I've already delivered some to your mother's. Don't worry about it!"
