I learned to make dumplings.

Tonight is New Year's Eve, my mother makes dumplings in the kitchen. I quickly ran over and looked at it and saw that my mother was busy and tired. I thought to myself: I help my mother to make dumplings. After some heart war, I finally decided to help my mother make dumplings. I boldly said: "Mom, can I help you with dumplings?" Mom said: "You still don't make dumplings." I said, "I can learn, let me pack it." Finally, my mother agreed.

At the beginning, the mother first turned the dough into a dough, twisted the dough into a long round bar, cut the round bar into a small oval shape, and pressed the small oval into a small round piece. Finally, the small round piece is smashed into a large round piece, and the filling can be packaged.

I have a leather in my left hand and a chopstick in my right hand. First pack one, and the result is missing. Mom said: "You put too much stuffing, you should pay attention next time." I said: "Okay." I took another skin and started to pack, this time the package is almost the same. I repeated it a few times and packaged the one I felt the best.

I started to cook dumplings. After a while, the dumplings were cooked. Mother is very happy to take the good end and eat the dumplings of her own.

Today, I not only ate delicious dumplings, but also learned to make dumplings. It’s really interesting to have a good day.

The third year of the political access country: Ma Tanqiu