In my home town, on New Year's Eve, people, in order to get a good sign, tend to steam up some of them, the most grotesque. My mother is no exception to the fact that, in addition to steaming buns, she's been steaming this type of dumpling every year, which is a cabbage make, a cabbage, a bouquet in the middle of which there's a choreography, and then there's money and money. Look at it
