When Zhang Shuzhen finished cooking the dumplings and called the children to eat, she saw her youngest son's demeanor.

Zhang Shuzhen was so angry she almost lost her temper. She pointed at Sheng Xitai and yelled at him to wash his hands and face, or he wouldn't get to eat dumplings.

Upon hearing that he wouldn't be allowed to eat dumplings, Sheng Xitai panicked, quickly washed his face and hands, and dashed into the house to wait for his meal.

Sheng Xiping and his siblings tidied up the outside while laughing, then washed their hands and went inside to eat.

The family sat around the table, on which were plates of steaming, fragrant dumplings.

Each person has a small plate in front of them. They scoop some garlic sauce into the plate and pour in some vinegar.

Pick up a dumpling, dip it in some garlic sauce, and take a bite.

These days, Chinese cabbage is all-natural, grown without chemical fertilizers, and tastes sweet, fresh, and not bitter.

Zhang Shuzhen's filling-making skills are excellent; the dumpling filling is fresh, juicy, and incredibly delicious.

"Mmm, it smells so good. I have to say, dumplings with cabbage filling are the best. They taste better than any other kind."

Sheng Liancheng nodded as he ate.

Sheng Xiping nodded as he ate his dumplings. It had been so many years since he had tasted his mother's cabbage dumplings.

These days, wheat flour and meat are rare commodities. Who would dare to eat dumplings normally? At most, they would only make them once a year during festivals.

Unlike later generations, when eating dumplings was a common occurrence, with various fillings and different ways to enjoy them.

I was eating dumplings when suddenly I heard hurried footsteps outside.

Then they heard the dog barking wildly, and someone shouting loudly outside the door, "Brother Xiping, hurry, something's happened!"