Harbin, what's the best impression you have? For me, besides the beautiful snow scenery, there's an endless iron pot stew. When we went to Harbin last year, our friends invited us to dinner at a farmer's house and for the first time tasted a northeast iron pot of goose. One of the most attractive of them is the "sprouts" on the iron-pot swan. Just when I opened the lid, I saw a piece of plumbing, fatty, like a little elf, provoking my eyes. Little Fats was accompanied by a fragrance of air, and I couldn't help but eat it. The “spring flower” is soft and soft, with a portion of the soup on it, biting it down and a new impact on the taste. It's so much better than the white buns that don't normally steam! A large box of flour arrived in November and came from the Golden Dragonfish. At first, I tried to look at it; I didn't think it would be so good. The two children had eaten all the pots, and the next time the neighbor's little friend left, he was ordered to do more。