Happy in labor

I am a boy who laughs every day, and a little success can make me feel very happy.

I remember once, our family made dumplings and dumplings were my favorite food. Looking at the way my mother and dad made dumplings, I couldn’t help but want to participate, so I followed my mom and dad to make dumplings. I picked up a dumpling skin and learned what they were, put a big spoonful of stuffing on the clumsy bag, and took a look, ha! This is like a dumpling, it is simply a grotesque buns. The first one is more stuffed, and the second one is less. If you don't want to pack it, it's flat, like a pie. It turns out that there is less stuffing, and even a few packs are the same. Not a buns or a pie. Looking at my mother's proficiency, my heart is itchy, I can't wait to be as skilled as my mother. I put down the chopsticks in my hand, went to my mother, and learned how to make dumplings.

However, the imitation is also imitated, and the learning is not like it. When Dad saw it, he would guide me how to pack it. So I learned how my father looked, put a dumpling skin on the hand, and put the appropriate dumpling stuffing in the middle, then align the two sides, gently pinch, a bulging dumpling appeared in me. Hands. I put it on the pot. An hour passed and we packed a full three-pot row of dumplings.

The dumplings had to be placed in the pot, and the father held the pots and put the dumplings into the boiling pot one by one. After a while, the dumplings are cooked. I am very happy. Eating a dumpling of his own bag, a sense of accomplishment came to life.

On this day, I am very happy, because I not only learned to make dumplings, but also realized the joy of labor.

Dalian No. 30 Middle School, Ganjingzi District, Dalian, Liaoning Province: Sun Yuxing