We got up early to make our own steamed bread. You must be very excited. Come and have a look.

First, I took out the stuffing of self-raising flour and red bean paste I bought yesterday, and began to be as busy as the kitchen in the canteen. Dad is in charge of mixing noodles, mom helps dad, and I am in charge of putting bean paste into the bowl. The sun rose gradually, and we completed our respective tasks one after another.

Next, it's time to wrap buns. Mom couldn't wrap it, so she wrapped it into a bulging bag with a mouth at the bottom, which looked like glutinous rice balls. We laughed it off. Dad started to do it and mastered the skills. The steamed stuffed buns are exactly the same as those sold outside, just like copying. I was tickling my heart, so I quickly asked my father for advice. The seemingly simple flower steamed stuffed bun is actually difficult to learn. I looked at my father's bags, which were stacked one after another, and soon a steamed stuffed bun would be fine. But in my hands, I also fold again and again. Well, I can't take it back, the stuffing can't go in, and it's exposed. Finally, my father had to get it back for me. Look at the steamed stuffed bun I wrapped. It's going to be dough because it's folded too much. Why is it so ugly? I was confused, so I tried another one. Alas, it's still the same as before.

Although the steamed stuffed bun I wrapped was not as beautiful as my father's, my father praised me for the good look, but my mother said that this kind of steamed stuffed bun could not be wrapped, so I made it without even trying.

When the sun shines on the whole earth, we are enjoying our own bean paste buns. Although it is not as delicious as the canteen, we are still very happy.