?The colder the weather, the more people crave warmth.

Coming home after a busy day, smelling the fragrant smell of food, and eating a bowl of hot and delicious food is the greatest cure in winter.

On cold days, having a hot pot meal with friends or sitting around eating barbecue is warm. But for me, the only thing that can make me feel healed in winter is my grandma’s cooking.

The mutton steamed buns and the sugar dumplings made by my mother.

In winter, what I look forward to most is the Chinese New Year. My grandpa has a few little sheep. When I was doing homework in the yard, the lambs came home from outside. One sheep kept trying to eat my books, and then

My grandpa said with a smile: It eats your books, then kill it during the Chinese New Year and you eat the meat.

In the twelfth lunar month, the lambs were really slaughtered. One lamb was divided between the east and the west, and not much was left in the end.

Grandma is very good at cooking. When she is young, she will use the remaining mutton to cook a pot of mutton soup, take out the large radishes stored in the cellar in autumn, and then break off a piece of steamed buns baked by grandma on the iron plate for each person.

Mo, it’s really a blessing for me.

Because I knew the Chinese New Year was coming soon and my mother was coming. When she came to my parents’ house on the second day of the Lunar New Year, she would make sugar dumplings. Because my grandpa was fond of sweets, that was one of the few meals I could eat made by my mother.

My mother would wrap the brown sugar in dough, pinch out three corners of the dough, and steam it in a pot. During this process, I would keep asking: Is it ready?

Is it coming soon?

The sweetness of the sugar dumplings makes me feel satisfied as it goes straight to my heart.

At that time, it was freezing cold outside, so I lay next to my relatives, around the warm stove, sitting on the edge of the hot kang, listening to them talk about the ups and downs of this year, it was so good!

? After I grew up and left my grandma’s house, I never ate the kind of mutton dip that didn’t smell of mutton. I also never ate sugar dumplings, because sugar is not a rare thing anymore, and my mother also said I was addicted to it.

Not too sweet.

? Now, when I go back to my grandma's house and make "pancakes" under her guidance, or I can take the time to go back to my parents' house and eat a meal of dumplings made by my mother, it is the greatest healing for me.