The northerners love to eat dumplings, cook them, fry them, steam them, eat them all, but I am in love with sour soup dumplings. A bowl of sour dumplings, vinegar, spicy, like pearl dumplings, or the head out, or the belly out of the air, floating around in the bright sauce soup, with a few fragrances of spices, a few shrimp rices, the hot air from the soup, containing all the tastes, flowing out gently, sneaking into the nose, smelling the bone marrow. The dumpling bites a little mouth, re-places it back in the soup, fills it with soup juice, then sends it to the entrance, and it is not delicious. They love sour soup dumplings and miss the story of sour soup dumplings。
