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There are many firsts in my life, such as cooking for the first time, skating for the first time … and the first time I remember most is Bao jiaozi.

That day, my mother was packing jiaozi. I looked at it and thought: It's really easy to package jiaozi! I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to pack one, too." Mom quickly agreed. It's really "it's easier to see flowers than embroidery"! Look at what I packed, it's either too much stuffing or too little stuffing, or it's thin or thick. Look at what my mother cleaned up, like a high-spirited general. Standing in the stands, and mine? Get down before you go to war. I really envy the jiaozi wrapped by my mother and the jiaozi wrapped by my mother, standing there motionless, as if undergoing a severe test. Where's mine? My legs are weak, as if I had lost the battle, and I dare not look up and see people. I packed another one. I pinched both sides, but its full belly was exposed. I sighed, "It's really hard!" "I'm a little depressed. My mother said to me, "We must finish everything, and we can't give up halfway." After listening, I nodded.

My mother taught me to bag jiaozi. First, put the stuffing in, no more, no less. Then, squeeze one end first, and then squeeze the other end. So jiaozi's bag is ready. Now I am like a general who came back from playing games. I smiled happily. However, once Jiaozi turned into a listless warrior. Jiaozi is out of the pot. It's a little broken, but it's delicious. Jiaozi didn't have a bag, but the jiaozi he packed was delicious. I smiled happily. Honey is still sweet. That smile is more pure and lovely.

It's really hard to package jiaozi! "It's easy to see flowers, but difficult to embroider", this sentence left a deep memory for me.

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"Yun Yun, let's eat jiaozi today!" Mom said to me in the kitchen. I answered the phone, and soon there was a hurried voice in the kitchen, and my mother seemed to be as busy as a bee. Hearing the sound, I can't sit still. I really want to run over and join in the fun. My mother usually packs jiaozi and I eat it directly, but I never pack jiaozi once. Out of curiosity, I really want to try it.

All right! Do it.

My mother became my master. First, she learned how to roll dumpling wrappers. It looks simple, but it's really difficult to do. The dumpling skin rolled by my mother is round and big, with thick middle and thin sides! I really envy you. But that series of movements became stiff in my hand, and the rolled dumpling skin was thin and long. My mother said, "This kind of dumpling skin breaks as soon as it enters the pot." I want to give up after the pain, and my mother seems to read my mind. She began to teach me hand in hand. It's not easy to learn, but it's much better than at first. The motivation of success greatly increased my interest. After some persistent efforts, my level has been greatly improved.

Next, it's time to learn from jiaozi. My mother wrapped the dumpling stuffing in dough, folded her hands and jiaozi wrapped it. She looks like a general, but I am wrapped like a thin old man. But at this time, I didn't give up easily. I pondered and pondered patiently. Many things happen. After hard work, I finally learned. Although my face is covered with flour, my heart is still full of joy.

A pack of simple jiaozi contains countless philosophies. I want to say here that the first time is actually the beginning of success. As long as you take bold steps, you have the possibility of success.

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Today is Saturday. It's raining in Mao Mao. It's warm and cold at first, but my heart is very excited. Why? Because I, a bookworm who can't make ends meet, personally made a package of jiaozi.

In the morning, I rote my composition and went home. My mother asked me to eat jiaozi at noon and asked me, a person who never does housework, to help.

When I came to the kitchen, my mother had already made the dumplings and was waiting for me to wrap them! I looked at my parents and they packed a few, and I thought, what's so hard about this? It was too simple, so I picked up a dumpling wrapper, imitated their appearance, put a big spoon in it and wrapped it clumsily. Ha! Not like a spoiled brat, but a general with a big belly. There is too much stuffing in the first one, so put less in the second one. If you don't want to pack it, it will be flat, like a thin monkey. It turns out that the stuffing is less, even a few bags are the same. Either fat or thin.

Looking at my father's skillful appearance, my heart itches. I wish I could be as skilled as my father. I stood there waiting for a while, not knowing where to start. Fortunately, my father gave me a helping hand. He taught me to put the dumpling stuffing in moderation, not too much, not too little, and then folded the dumpling skin in half, then pinched one end of jiaozi in, and then pinched it together several times in turn, and a jiaozi was made.

I tried to wrap some according to the method my father taught me. Hey! It's really delicious. Although it's not as good as Dad's, it's much better than what I wrapped first. Hey! I didn't expect Bao Jiaozi to have such great knowledge. It seems that I have to practice more in my life!

"Eat jiaozi!" With my mother's cry, I ate the fruits of my labor and was elated.

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