When we arrived at the staff home, we came to the second floor activity room, where two big tables had been set up, and a few big bags of flour and a few hot water bottles were put on the table. The first thing I did was to make the noodles. I opened the lid of the hot water bottle and poured some water into the basin, but I poured so much water that the flour almost became flour soup. I sighed and mentally backed off. I thought: let's forget about it! I thought so
! Despite that thought, I persevered. I followed my grandmother's example and managed to get the flour into a ball, so I started kneading east and west on the dough, but within a few kneading strokes, my hands were covered in batter. I really wanted to give up, but when I saw how well others were doing, I was a little bit unconvinced and decided to keep working! I sprinkled a little flour on the dough and kneaded it as if I were giving it a massage. After a while, it was time to make the dumplings, and I was so excited that I felt as if I was going to do something great. Because usually I only eat soup dumplings, not make soup dumplings.
I pulled a small dough from the big dough, put it in the palm of my hand and rolled it, the small dough rolled around between my palms, more and more round. Then, I pressed it into a round piece, and used a spoon to scoop a large spoonful of bean paste filling on top, and the next step was to close the sides of the piece together. However, the opening wouldn't close. Puzzled, I held the noodle sheet in my palm in front of my eyes and scrutinized it for a while, and finally, I figured out the reason - everyone else pinched it very hard. So I pinched as hard as I could, and the bean paste inside the noodle rolled out like a volcanic eruption! I laughed helplessly and shook my head. Look at other people's bowls already have several dumplings, but I have nothing. At this moment, the principal came over and asked, "Ouch, little brother, you haven't made any of them yet?" This sentence provoked my good will, I buried my head to do it again ......
"Open the pot, open the pot!" I ran to the sound, it smelled so good! We gathered around the pot as a large group, looking for which of the dumplings we had made. "Look look, I made this one, the biggest!" "I think I made this one." "Is that one ......" This pot of soup dumplings in the bread is not only bean paste, meat filling, but also wrapped into the endless joy ah!
Light is like an arrow, the sun and the moon like a shuttle. The things that happened in my childhood are as numerous as the stars in the sky, and I can't even count them. Although many things I have forgotten, but I still remember one thing - my dog Beibei died. Beibei was bought by my mom only after I begged her to buy it for me. I named him Beibei because I considered him my baby. Beibei was so cute and adorable when I first got him. Even my mom, who doesn't like small animals, couldn't help but hug Beibei sometimes. Beibei was very pretty! His whole body was covered with shiny beige fur, which was as smooth as silk. A pair of big round eyes are always watery. A small pouting tail, always wagging leisurely. In order to make Beibei more beautiful, I also put on a small skirt, as long as Beibei walks up, the small skirt will follow its small buttocks twist and turn, can be interesting! The most interesting thing is that as soon as Beibei runs, its four little legs jump and hop, very much like a little goat, which is especially attractive. So, I always tease it with a little bit of ham sausage and let it run after me. Whenever I saw its funny little face, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. One day, the weather was fine, so I didn't listen to my mom and took Beibei out. Beibei came back with a cold, sneezing and always lying on the heater, not eating. This can be anxious about me, hurry to let my mom find some cold medicine, but Beibei just do not take medicine. Acute I do not care about it, thinking that in a couple of days it will be fine. But Beibei's illness became more and more serious. One day, I saw Beibei did not come out to eat, I feel a little bit wrong. Usually when I knocked on the plate, it would run over. But that day, no matter how I shouted, Beibei did not come out. I went to Beibei's nest to take a look, "Ah! Bebe, what's wrong with you?" I couldn't help but shout! I could not help but scream! I saw that Beibei's four little legs had lost their strength, and he could not stand up. What can we do? I panicked and hurriedly called my mom. When my mom came back, poor Beibei was already dying, its mouth was still foaming, and even its eyes could not open. Suddenly, just like a person dying, Beibei's head tilted and closed its watery eyes forever and ever, this beige colored elf that liked to jump around on the floor left me forever and ever. Bebe's mouth opened a few times before he died, as if he was complaining to me, "I hate you! Why didn't you save me! I hate you!!!" I was dumbfounded, I didn't know what to do, my head was blank. With a "wow" sound, tears flowed out like two rivers. Mom, who was looking for medicine for Beibei, heard this and rushed over. I jumped into my mom's arms and cried, blaming myself for what I had said, hoping that Bebe would hear me, forgive me, and come back to me. If I hadn't bought Beibei, if I had listened to my mom and didn't carry Beibei out, if I had fed Beibei medicine every day, this cute little creature wouldn't have left me. But how can there be so many ifs in the world? Where can you find pills for regret? At night, I tossed and turned but couldn't sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw Bebe blaming me. From then on, this incident was like engraved in my brain, making it hard for me to forget. Imitation!