After bringing it home, Feng Xing said that Xiao Xian was coming back, so he wasn't in a rush to cook. He dripped a few drops of vegetable oil into the basin. Overnight, the river snails spat out all the nasty stuff in their stomachs until they were squeaky clean. After trimming off the snail tails and stir-frying them on high heat with chili pepper, the taste was absolutely fantastic. Even Zeng Xuerou, who seldom ate river delicacies, couldn't care less about manners and abandoned her chopsticks to snatch them with her hands and Xiao Xian.
"Uncle, what's this thing?" The item Xiao Xian picked up was a small green glutinous rice dumpling. Northern people liked flour-based food, but such small glutinous rice treats were rare. Beneath Xiao Xian's dumpling was a piece of Youzi leaf.
