"So Uncle Wang, you feel that the potato dumplings have too rich of an ingredient mix, unlike what you had before."
"But this direction is correct. The potato dumplings you love are just potatoes diced, mixed with sesame oil and stir-fried; this type of filling is more flavorful. It doesn't have the hard texture of shredded potatoes and is a bit floury, but because it's sautéed in oil, it's aromatic. It doesn't feel like eating vegetables; it's similar to baby food, right?"
"The ingredients weren't that rich, but the flavor wasn't bland, indicating there are some strong-flavored ingredients inside."
"Did not dip in vinegar, indicating..."
"Didn't dip in vinegar because I didn't have vinegar at the time," Wang Gen Sheng quickly interrupted Qin Huai's comprehension, "I was living in the employee dormitory of the cotton mill, a 4-person room, and I was the only non-local; the other three roommates went home for the New Year."
