Today, as soon as I came home from school, my mother said to me: 'we'll have dumplings tonight. 'when I heard that there were dumplings to eat, I jumped three feet with joy. But my mother has a request that I make dumplings myself. I said: 'isn't it dumplings? Simple! 'diary 400 words
Began to make dumplings, I put the dumpling skin on the table, with a spoon to dig a little meat in the middle of the dumpling skin, a while to do a good job. I raised the dumpling in my hand and kept shouting: 'how about it? What about? 'mom also picked up her dumplings and compared them. Why are they so small? Mom said there was less meat. So I made another one. I learned the lesson from the previous one. I put more meat stuffing, and soon another one was ready. I put it on the plate and compared it. Ha ha, a 'big fat man', so cute! It's just that it's too big. I'm a little discouraged, but then I think about it: there will always be obstacles in doing anything. What is a little difficulty? It doesn't matter. One more. I started work again. First, I spread out the dumpling skin, put some meat stuffing, then align the two ends, dip them in some water, pinch them gently, and decorate them. Eh? How is the hand sticky? It turned out that I used too much force to break the dumpling skin. I rescued the seriously injured patient in time and put on a layer of skin. Ha ha, a general with a big stomach. It's so ugly. Look at mom again. The bag looks much better than mine. Later, it was mom who was making dumplings. After making dumplings, mom began to cook them. The content of one page is pushed by "Sihai reading network" for you for a while, and the hot dumplings are on the table. I ate dumplings sweeter than honey, because I made them myself! Today, I am so happy!