My mother bought dumpling wrappers from the market, made stuffing and prepared to wrap jiaozi. My mother started packing them. I washed them and said to my mother, "I want to learn, too." My mother said, "Good!"
Mother picked up the dumpling skin, dipped the edge in water, wrapped the meat in the middle, folded it in half and rolled it up. A perfect jiaozi appeared before my eyes. It's a piece of cake. I'm secretly happy. I picked up the dumpling skin, dipped it in some water, put some meat in it, and rolled it again. How like a deflated ball, it turned out to be too little; I think I can do it well this time. I picked up another dumpling wrapper, dipped it carefully in water, and wrapped many more traps than last time. Oh, all the traps are squeezed out. My hands are sticky. There are too many traps. I was so angry that I became a deflated ball this time. I summed up the experience of the last two times and covered many traps. Finally, a complete jiaozi appeared before my eyes.
Next, I cooked jiaozi. I put the wrapped jiaozi into the pot, and they all jumped around in the pot as if they were alive. When I was having fun, I was careless. Oh, no, I almost burned jiaozi.
Alas! There is really no freezing cold. How can "jiaozi" smell sweet?