On Sunday morning, my mother asked: "What do you want to eat?" I clapped my hands and said: "(Does that need to be said?) Eat dumplings, eat dumplings." My mother said: "Little greedy cat, I will make dumplings at noon." (Comments

: The unwavering desire to eat dumplings shows my love for dumplings.) After resting for a while, my mother was ready to make dumplings.

Just after 9 o'clock, my mother brought the mixed noodles and chopped stuffing to the table and started making dumplings.

The smell of dumpling fillings filled the whole room, and I couldn't help but move forward.

Mom is so good at making dumplings. I saw my mother holding the dough in her left hand and chopsticks in the other hand. She took some stuffing from the basin and put it on the dough. She pinched it little by little with both hands, making a dumpling.

It was wrapped, and my mother put the (wrapped) dumplings on the sweet potatoes.

(Comment: Through action description, the mother’s skill in making dumplings is described.) After a while, rows of dumplings were placed on the sweet potatoes, as if soldiers were being inspected.

As I watched, my hands became itchy. After washing my hands, I hurried over to learn how to make dumplings from my mother.

I picked up a piece of dough, picked up a little stuffing, (put it on the dough,) and pinched it hard, and the stuffing came out from the left side.

I pinched it from the right side again, and it was done. There was no need to pinch it anymore. There was filling inside and outside (the dough).

My mother laughed when she saw it. She told me to put the filling in the middle of the skin, put less, pinch the middle first and then pinch both sides.

(Comment: vividly describe my embarrassment in making dumplings.) I followed my mother's instructions (do it), and I quickly learned to make dumplings.

But some of the dumplings I made had flat stomachs, like defeated soldiers; some had bulging bellies, like rubber balls, which was different.

Look at the dumplings made by my mother. They are all neat and tidy, with their heads held high.

(Comment: What a vivid description. I can still remember the appearance of these dumplings after reading it.) After the dumplings were wrapped, it was time to cook them. My mother put the dumplings in the boiling water.

After two or three minutes, the dumplings were hiding freely in the water.

After a while, the dumplings were like little whitebait, jumping and playing in the water.

The blue flames were licking the bottom of the pot, the pot was steaming, and the dumplings in the pot were also boiling.

(Comment: The metaphor is appropriate and interesting.) Soon after, I saw that the time was up, so I quickly brought a bowl and filled it with a few dumplings.

I picked up a dumpling with chopsticks and put it in my mouth.

Wow! It was so delicious, a light juice flowed out from the corner of my mouth. I really only envy the dumplings but not the immortals! I savored the taste carefully, and even the gods in the sky rarely smelled it.

I took a bite gently, and immediately, I felt an indescribable and indescribable feeling in my heart. It seemed that there was nothing more delicious than this.

(Comment: It tastes so delicious that even the gods in heaven rarely smell it.