I was angry, I really didn't understand how he could think of learning everything. I'm kind of convinced. In the afternoon, I started chopping vegetables and stuffing, and my aunt came to take a look. When he saw that I had only made cabbage, he brought me a piece of lean meat. Then I divided the filling into meaty and non-meaty.

When I got it done, I ran to my aunt to see what she was doing, and when she saw me, she asked me if I had done it. I said I was done, and she asked me to bring it to her and teach me. I agreed, and then I went here again and again.

"Can you ask your dad to soak the strings? And the cage cloth? My aunt asked me, and I nodded and said it was all soaked and asked her what was going on next.

"First make such a big and small piece of noodles, and then make two hands like this, and that's pretty much it......" said my aunt as she showed me how to make the dough and then took the dough in one hand and knealed it in a circle. After a while, the dough was transformed into a small bowl by her. When my aunt saw this, she said to me, "That's pretty much it." Then you dig some vegetable stuffing in it, and then you slowly pinch it little by little like this...... Finally, just press this pinch with your thumb! As the aunt spoke, she put the wrapped bun on the crust for me to see, and asked, "How is it?" Looks good, right? ”

"Hmm!" I nodded, and said, "Then I'll try it too!" As he spoke, he took a small ball of noodles, and after making it dough, he turned it into the shape of a small bowl according to what his aunt had just taught. I asked my aunt if she could do that? She nodded, and then I used my chopsticks to pick up some food in it. After seeing my aunt nodding, I followed her technique just now, pinching the dough little by little and cleaning it up. But in the end, it didn't look as good as the aunt's pinching.

Seeing this, my aunt took the bun I had just pinched and trimmed it, and said, "It's like this for the first time, just wrap a few more." I nodded, and then I wrapped several more in one breath, and sure enough, as my aunt said, the more I packed, the better. At the end of the bag, I think the buns I wrapped looked better than my aunt's.

"Would you like to wrap some red beans? I boiled some red beans ......" my aunt asked me, and I immediately nodded when I heard it and said yes. My aunt asked me to go to the cupboard to get it, and I ran to the cupboard to bring out the red beans. Later, twenty or thirty red beans were wrapped.

After the wrapping was almost done, my dad came to call me and said that the water was almost boiled, and now it should be steamed? I said yes, pick up the buns I wrapped one by one on the other crust and let him serve them. My dad took one look at the buns I picked up on the crust and said disgustedly, "Yes, there are a few more like human buns!" ”

I've heard him say this a lot, so I don't bother to pay attention to him, so I just let him take it and steam it, don't talk nonsense here.

Later, after I wrapped all the buns, I went to the pot house to see if his first pot of steamed buns was ready. I didn't expect people to not only steam it, but also eat it. When I went, he picked up the buns from the pot and ate them with one hand. I asked him if it was delicious, and my dad replied, "Yes, it doesn't look good, but it tastes good!" ”

As he spoke, he stuffed half of the bun in his hand into his mouth, and said to me at the end, "But this thing is full of vegetables in its stomach, and you may not be full if you eat ten or eight!" Very fresh ......"

"Cut ......" I rolled my eyes at him, this man was duplicitous all day. Delicious is delicious, what is enough to eat. I don't know what people want to make for you to eat, are you still picky?

As I spoke, I took one and ate it. Don't say it tastes really good, although I didn't pack this first column very well. But that doesn't affect the taste of the stuffing at all. I ate three or four in a row and still wanted to eat it, and my dad saw this and said, "Can you still finish this first pot?" At the same time as I cut it, I said disdainfully in my heart: You eat more than me and still have the face to say about me?

When the third row of meat buns came out of the pot, my dad said while eating, "It's still delicious to bring some meat!" "But I don't like meat very much, so I think the food is more delicious. And then the steamed red beans are also very good.

It wasn't until about six o'clock in the evening that all the buns were steamed, and I was so full that I couldn't be fuller anymore. My dad guessed it was the same, so he listened to him, "Grandma, you don't have to eat this night, I'm full of steamed buns in one afternoon!" Then he counted there, saying that he had eaten at least fifteen or sixteen buns.

But don't talk about him, even I ate seven or eight. In the end, I couldn't hold it anymore and was still eating there. Then, the next morning, my dad and I didn't feel hungry......