I took a piece of dough, put it in my hand, then scooped up a spoonful of carrot stuffing with a spoon, put it on the dough, aligned the two ends, and carefully stuck the edge with my hand. I was very satisfied with the jiaozi, and my mother looked at it and said; "You put too much carrot stuffing. Look, the bottom is broken." I looked at jiaozi, and sure enough, it cracked and the carrot stuffing was exposed.

I saw my mother talking in her mouth and her hands never stopped. She holds snow-white dough in one hand and carrot stuffing in the other, and specializes in wrapping jiaozi. Not only does jiaozi wrap it quickly, but the dumplings are wrapped in a round way like snow-white balls. I thought: jiaozi wrapped by my mother is really beautiful. It must be delicious.

I took another piece of dough, made it as my mother did, wrapped it, and jiaozi on the plate couldn't tell who made it. I did better than my mother!

Jiaozi steamed, and ate his own wrapped jiaozi, which was sweet and fragrant. While eating, he thought, "It's interesting to wrap jiaozi. I hope mom will let me wrap jiaozi more. ’’