Zhang Limin felt warm when he heard Su Qingfeng say this.
Even though the cold wind is blowing outside and his face is chapped by the wind, Zhang Limin can't feel the cold at this moment.
He looked at Su Qingfeng and suddenly smiled, "Qingfeng, I want to eat your dumplings."
Su Qingfeng looked at his worn-out face and couldn't help laughing, "Eat it. What kind of stuffing do you want? There is a jar of pickled cabbage at home, and today I just got a piece of pork, and I will wrap dumplings with pickled cabbage and pig meat stuffing for you. I'll fry them in pig fat again, and make a plate of fried rice. It's delicious when I eat it