My mother cooks a lot of delicious food, but jiaozi cooked by my mother is my favorite. My mother always thinks they are delicious. I remember every time I go home, my mother will pack jiaozi for me to eat. Mom knows that I will go home soon, so she will pack jiaozi in advance. Mom's jiaozi is smooth and tender, but she doesn't lose her muscles. Every time she eats jiaozi, her mother will match the sour red pepper in the jar with some black fungus, shredded tofu and chopped green onion. I smelled the scent of jiaozi in the distance before I got home.
As soon as I enter the house, my mother will serve steaming jiaozi. I was already hanging three feet, and I couldn't wait to put my bag down. In this freezing weather, seeing this steaming jiaozi made my appetite big, just like Pig Bajie didn't have time to taste flat peaches carefully. It was like swallowing. I took a bite of oil and I didn't know what it tasted like.
Mother quickly brought another bowl and said, eat slowly, there is enough for you. I feel embarrassed. Look at this bowl of crystal clear jiaozi, with this hot and sour soup. What is in front of us is simply the temptation of food. After eating a few mouthfuls, I suddenly felt delicious, warm and refreshing, soft and sour, and the feeling of fragrant breath kept rippling in my mouth, with endless aftertaste.
This kind of jiaozi should only be found in the sky, and it can't be smelled several times on the earth. However, this dream, the food in the mother's hand can no longer be enjoyed.