Mom Bao Jiaozi's mood.

1. Mom first puts the dumpling stuffing in the middle of the skin, then presses the stuffing with a spoon, then rounds the stuffing, then folds the dumpling skin in half, forcibly squeezes the middle skin, and finally crumples the dumpling skins on both sides in the middle. The wrapped jiaozi is like a small gold ingot, round and beautiful! I also learned from my mother's appearance and wrapped it step by step. Sure enough, the jiaozi I wrapped was very good. My mother praised me as soon as she saw it: "Make progress and keep working hard!" When I listen to it, it's like clockwork. I took out my energy and wrapped it one by one. Thinking about eating my own jiaozi, my heart is full of joy.

On Sunday, my mother taught me to pack jiaozi. First, get the things wrapped in jiaozi ready, then put the dumpling wrapper in the center of your palm, and put the meat in the center of the dumpling wrapper with chopsticks. Mom showed me, and I did. Then wrap the bag, stick it on the corner with some water and fold it in half. The bag bumped from side to side. I just don't know how to pack it, and I really want to give it up. But my mother took me and taught me how. Finally, I wrapped jiaozi up and turned into a little white cat. My jiaozi is in the middle of my mother's jiaozi. This is not the taste. It looks like mud in a flower. Jiaozi is wrapped, although it looks ugly, but eating his wrapped jiaozi is sweet.

3. I started to package jiaozi. My mother said that she held the skin in her left hand, put the stuffing in her right hand with a spoon, put the stuffing in the middle, folded the skin in half on both sides, and then squeezed it into the middle with her thumb and forefinger. Gee, an ingot-like jiaozi is ready. It's too simple. I also began to learn from my mother, but when I put the stuffing away and wanted to wrap it, the dumpling skin became "glue" in my hand. Mom saw that there were too many fillings and the soup leaked, so it was not delicious. Then I wrapped the second one and put the stuffing in. This time it went well. But jiaozi, who I packed, couldn't stand it like a starving soldier, and my mother said that if I put too little stuffing, it wouldn't stand and it wouldn't taste good. I kept pretending, and somehow the creature was caught again.

When I was a child, I loved to eat jiaozi. Whenever I see my mother wearing an apron to wrap jiaozi, I feel very happy. When I grow up, I still like to eat. I usually like to eat, especially during the Chinese New Year. I like the whole family to get together to make sure the atmosphere in jiaozi. Laughter, as if printed with fingerprints of jiaozi was born. They are happy mascots. They are eaten in the stomach and warmed in the heart.

I always like Chinese New Year, because it is natural to eat jiaozi after it. Although there is little meat in it, it tastes particularly fragrant. I know my mother has wrapped her affection in it. For dinner with friends, jiaozi is the first choice. A few people are happy to pack jiaozi, which is to keep in touch with the feeling of full stomach and save money. Looking at all kinds of jiaozi rolling together in a boiling pot, my mood is boiling.

6. "I will also package jiaozi." Sister Wen is really a big sister, and she came as soon as she shouted. I saw her unhurriedly spreading a tablecloth and wrapping jiaozi. Jiaozi, a seemingly unhurried bag, actually wrapped it quickly, and everything was decent. After several games, Jiaozi seems to have turned into a little girl in white. I once thought I was the best cook, but today I am not as good as Sister Wen! The wrapped jiaozi is small, ugly and rolling around. Can I still be self-righteous? Can you still sit and watch the sky? Stand up straight and study hard! I opened my eyes and looked at sister Wen's every move. The ugly creature was instantly graced by her advice. I am ashamed and ashamed, surprised and happy!

7. As the saying goes, "Not as delicious as jiaozi, not as comfortable as hanging upside down", which shows that northerners love jiaozi. Bao jiaozi can best reflect the warm and intimate atmosphere of a family. You see, those who chop meat, mix flour, choose vegetables, roll skin, wrap jiaozi, and make a fire all have their own division of labor, and everyone can help and shine. The wrapped jiaozi also comes in different shapes and sizes. In the words of my mother-in-law, it is called "all grandchildren." The family is talking and laughing, and they are happy!

8. Mom bought flour and mixed it evenly with cold water. Mother's hands are slender and flexible since she was a child, but she does too much rough work and is not as soft and smooth as a girl in the city. Mother's hand, from an early age, is the hand of cooking, making fire, weaving and chopping wood, and collecting dung and transplanting rice. When I was a child, I watched my mother's hands soften the dough flexibly from left to right, from top to bottom, from inside to outside, and from all directions. I felt that her flour-covered hands were so dexterous and beautiful that they looked particularly sacred in the sun.