一周都没有踏进可爱的家了,刚要敲门,一股诱人而又熟悉的味道如黄河之水般汹涌地向我涌来,将我紧紧地包围。是爸爸的饺子还是记忆中姥姥姥爷的银鱼蒸蛋?饮啄篇之一:爸爸.饺子记得每个周末最快乐的时光便是一家人热热闹闹地团聚在一起包饺子、吃饺子了。爸爸始终坚持买来面粉自己擀皮自己包,而 A week did not enter a lovely home, just to be knocked on the door, an attractive and familiar taste like the Yellow River water surging toward me, surrounded me tightly. Dad’s dumpling or the memory of grandmother’s grandmother’s steamed whitebait? Drink pecking articles: Dad. Dumpling remember the happiest time of each weekend is a family reunion filled dumplings, eat dumplings. Dad always insisted on buying their own roll of flour own package, and