Firecrackers, rub gently and brighten the night sky. Threads and threads are constantly moving. Amid the sound of firecrackers resounding in the sky, we ushered in my country's traditional festival - the Spring Festival. Spring is a vibrant word, and Spring Festival is a poetic name, but in the eyes of a "foodie" like me, it is just a piece of fat on the tip of the tongue. I heard that my grandma and grandpa were making dumplings. As a real idler, it was time for me to show off my skills, so I rushed over to help. I geared up, took off the gloves that I always kept with my hands, grabbed a dough ball, and followed my grandfather's example, twisting and kneading it, and adding stuffing to it. Finally, like magic, I pinched a pointed top, and the stuffing just "lyed" inside. What I never expected was that "wrinkles" would appear on the dumplings. I started to "process" it, and the more I pinched it, the worse it got. It was counterproductive and even made a hole. I threw the dumplings to my grandma and wanted her to help with the "plastic surgery". "No, you can do it yourself," my dad stopped me, "Someone just said..." My face suddenly turned red and it looked like blood was dripping from it. He grabbed the dumpling and said, "Look, I can! I'm innocent!" "I see that your face is green and white!" My brother teased me. I snorted coldly, followed my grandmother's example, rolled the dumplings in the water, and a smooth dumpling was born! I looked towards my father, but he stood not far away and looked at me with a smile. I immediately understood that he was using a provocation method, and cast a firm look at him, and I continued to work hard. "If you pinch it well, I will pinch it well. If you pinch it well, I will fill it well. If you fill it well, I will do it well..." The wind with a hint of spring flowed into the house, accompanied by a little song, going back and forth in the hut. echo. The hard work paid off. Under the hands of Master Wu, the white and tender rice dumplings came in a variety of ways and were transformed into the shape of a bunny or a heart. They became my "Wu's creative rice dumplings!" "Steamed rice dumplings" Dumplings!" With a loud shout, the cage came, and we put the dumplings in one by one, and the tender dumplings were squeezed into the cage one by one. Looking forward to, looking forward to, "The newly baked dumplings are here!" The long-awaited voice finally came, and a cage of dumplings with white smoke appeared in front of everyone. I grabbed a chopstick and "made up" the dumplings, making them red. A few minutes later, everyone reached out to the cage with lightning speed and devoured the food. I was no exception. After working so hard for so many hours, I just sat and waited for this moment. I swallowed one in each hand. Both of them were not enough to fit between my teeth, so I poked my sister and said, "Look! Handle me!" Taking advantage of my sister's gaze. Floating in the sky, I seized the opportunity, snatched her shredded radish dumplings, and quickly put them into my mouth, slipping into my stomach. When the elder sister realized that her hands were empty, I ran away with the two dumplings. .

Grandma’s steamed dumplings are refreshing, rich in fragrance, soft and sticky, and have a fragrance that goes straight to the heart. The light fragrance surrounds the tip of the tongue, and it also has the taste of New Year, the taste of New Year on the tip of the tongue!