Egg dumplings

Ever since I was a kid, my favorite is dumplings. Snack the dumplings one by one, put up with the urge to eat them, thought they'd be ready. In winter, only mothers on New Year's Eve can make a meal, and they usually eat it only when spring and summer come down. In the age of children, where material life is extremely poor, the beryllow dumplings have become almost all my hopes and aspirations in winter. Living conditions are now better, and people are turning from nothing before to what to eat every day, wondering whether to be happy or sad. It is winter, and we remember the dumplings of our childhood and the days of our scarce and very happy childhood resources。