So Meng Yu picked up the dumplings and stuffed them directly into his mouth, then jumped up.
"That's it!" He pointed at the dumplings on the table and said, "This is the taste of the dumplings I dreamed about at noon!"
"You really drank too much. This is the dumpling you had for lunch!" Ye Lao Er said with a smile, "We drank too much for lunch and didn't eat much, so let's heat it up and eat it in the evening!"
"Have you eaten at noon?" Meng Yu was stunned for a moment.
If eating dumplings is not a dream, then...
He suddenly put his hand into his arms and his expression changed instantly.
"What's wrong? Did you lose something?" Ye Lao San asked when he saw this. "Let's see if it fell on the kang while we were sleeping this afternoon."
Ye Lao Er also said: "That's right, you haven't left the house yet, so the things must still be at home, they can't be lost."
Then the two of them watched Meng Yu take out a few crushed dumplings from his arms.
Ye Lao Er and Ye Lao San suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, hey, why are you like Changfeng!"
"That's right, you're already so old, why are you still hiding food in your arms?"
"Luckily, there's no one home right now. Otherwise, if someone saw us, they'd think we weren't feeding you enough and that we were forcing you to hide your food!"
Meng Yu scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly and said, "I drank too much at noon, and I was so groggy when I ate dumplings.
"At that time, I thought these dumplings were so delicious, so I thought about bringing some back for my grandfather to try.
"And then I don't know how it ended up in my arms."
At this point, Meng Yu suddenly remembered to ask, "What kind of filling is this dumpling? I don't think I've ever eaten it before. It's so delicious, right?"
"I remember your aunt and uncle brought us the dumplings for lunch. Is this a specialty of Rongxi Village?"
"Oh, what's the specialty of Rongxi Village? It's the way we eat outside the Great Wall.
"Winter is long where we live, and sometimes it still snows during the Qingming Festival.
“After spring, when the vegetables in the fields haven’t grown yet, everyone goes to the mountains to dig up wild vegetables to eat.
“You can eat it with sauce, stir-fry, or make soup. There are many ways to eat it.
“Naturally, some people also try making buns and dumplings.
“Then I discovered that these dumplings made with motherwort are really delicious!
"We had already eaten at home yesterday, and I sent a bowl to my aunt and uncle.
"As a result, my aunt insisted on making dumplings today and specially made a lot of dumplings and sent them to my house.
"It's a coincidence that you're here, so why don't we have lunch together?
"My aunt's family also had my sister-in-law help mix the dumpling filling. Isn't it delicious?"
"So that's what's going on." Meng Yu suddenly realized and asked, "Then what exactly is this motherwort?
“We never knew dumplings were so delicious.”
"Actually, it's just called differently. You guys eat it here too, and it's called...what was it called?" Ye Lao Er couldn't remember and turned to look at Ye Lao San.
"I don't remember either, but there was a white fluffy ball in the later stages that flew everywhere when you blew it."
"You mean dandelions?" Meng Yu was shocked. He quickly picked up another dumpling and bit into it, carefully examining the filling. "There are dandelions in this dumpling?"
"Yes, that's what it's called." Ye Lao Er and Ye Lao San nodded together.
Meng Yu widened his eyes, unable to believe it.
It's not that he hasn't eaten dandelions before. Every spring, people in the capital would carry baskets and sell them in the alleys. Old Cen quite liked to buy them. He would go home and wash them, then dip them in sauce and eat them, saying that they could help reduce internal heat.
It’s strange to say, but once people get older, they seem to like to eat things that can reduce heat. I don’t know where all the heat in the body comes from.
Meng Yu doesn't like to eat anything bitter, so he can't accept Mr. Cen's dandelion dipping sauce.
If he had known that the dumpling filling was made of dandelions, he might not have even wanted to taste it in the first place.
Now he already knew the taste of dumplings, which were really fresh and delicious. If you told him that they were filled with dandelions, he would be left with only a lot of doubts.
"How can dandelions be used as fillings? Why aren't they bitter when they're made into dumplings?
"How did you guys come up with this research? How could anyone think of using dandelions as a filling?
“This is really…”
"Just tell me if it tastes good or not!"
"It's delicious! It's really delicious!" Meng Yu said honestly, "It's so delicious that I want to take it back for Grandpa to try."
Sister Ye heard this outside the door, and she came in after lifting the curtain and said, "Don't worry, I picked a pot of dandelions this afternoon, soaked it in water tonight, and will take it directly to the capital tomorrow.
"Let's cut a piece of meat on the way, and when we get to the capital, we'll chop it up and make dumplings!"
When Meng Yu heard Mrs. Ye's arrangement, he applauded repeatedly.
The door curtain swayed, and Qingtian's little head popped in from outside. He said with a bitter face, "Mom, I don't want to go to the capital tomorrow."
"Ah, why?" Meng Yu was shocked. His mission was to pick up this little ancestor. Although it was an unexpected surprise that Mrs. Ye went along, the old man would definitely be disappointed if Qingtian didn't go.
Meng Yu quickly said, "Didn't we agree to go to the capital to see the chicks and ducklings? They've grown a lot!"
After hearing this, Qingtian hesitated again.
She really wanted to see the chicks and ducklings, but when she heard that they would have to eat dumplings stuffed with dandelions for lunch the next day, she immediately backed off.
Seeing this, Meng Yu quickly asked, "Why do you suddenly not want to go? Didn't your mother say she would go with you?
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