Huang qingwu was very excited. This was the first time she had eaten han yichu's cooking, both in the past and in the present.
Huang qingwu could not help but take a bite.
Huang qingwu's eyes were glistening with tears as she ate.
Han yichu had been looking at Huang qingwu. Seeing that she was not in a good mood, she asked worriedly,""What's wrong?"
Huang qingwu shook her head."I'm fine. It's just delicious."
Han yichu sighed with relief."If it's good, then eat more. I'll make more for you if you want to eat it in the future."
Huang qingwu felt that she was in for a treat.
She realized that everyone made the same dumplings, but the taste was different.
Her father's dumplings were also very good, but han yichu's dumplings were also very good. They had different feelings and different flavors.
She liked it anyway.
Although Huang qingwu had eaten dinner before, she did not have much of an appetite and did not eat much.