During the winter vacation, happy and interesting scenes always appear in my mind. But the happiest thing for me was that day.

That day was the Spring Festival, according to our custom. My dad’s siblings took their kids to my grandma’s house to eat dumplings.

Everyone came to grandma’s house wearing new clothes. Grandma took out a big dustpan and everyone gathered around to make dumplings. I followed the example of an adult and picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper, dipped my fingers in a bowl filled with water, and then drew a circle around the dumpling wrapper. I asked, "Grandma, why do you use your fingers dipped in water to touch the edges of the dumpling wrapper?" How about making a circle around it?" Grandma said with a smile; "Wrap the stuffing inside so it will be firmer, otherwise if it is not sticky, the stuffing will be exposed." I nodded and signaled grandma that I understood. I put another big spoonful of stuffing into the dumpling skin, and when I squeezed it, the stuffing was exposed. Dad picked up my dumpling and said, "This won't work. You've stretched the dumpling into a big fat man. You should put less stuffing." I listened to my dad's advice and made another one. I think this dumpling must pass the test. I carefully put it on the dustpan. "Hey! Why did my dumplings fall down, while mom and dad stood up energetically, like little soldiers?" I yelled. Grandma patiently explained to me; "This dumpling cannot be pinched flat around, it should have pleats." So, I studied with my grandma seriously and finally made a "little soldier".

This is the happiest thing about my winter vacation. Even though I have become a little cat, the flour on my face cannot hide my joy.