Pat the smell of fireworks around you
On holiday afternoons, the sun slopes into the kitchen, and the air is filled with the faint smell of dumpling filling. I was standing in front of the stove with my hands covered in flour and busy making dumplings. The wrappers rotate around your fingertips, and each kneading carries the anticipation of deliciousness. The filling is full, the skin is thin and tender, as if you can hear the call of happiness.
It's not just a simple kitchen scene, it's more like a picture of life. The formation of each dumpling carries the taste of home and warm memories. I could see my mother busy when I was a child, and I was curious around the stove, trying to imitate her every movement. Today, I am the one who knows every step of making dumplings, and my mother is the one who sits and smiles at me.
The dumplings in the hand seem to have become a transmission of love, and every fold hides the love and blessings for the family. When the dumplings are neatly arranged on the board, they seem to smile at me and show me their perfection.
As the hot water tumbled, the dumplings jumped up and down like white sails in the rapids. In the end, they all sank into the steaming pot with the smell of home and the aroma of happiness. The steaming heat is not only the heat of the dumplings, but also the warmth and happiness of home.
Making dumplings is not just a simple kitchen job, it is a manifestation of a life attitude. In my busy life, I choose to slow down, feel every detail with my heart, and experience the warmth and happiness of home. And those that are wrapped in dumplings are not only the filling and skin, but also the love of home and respect for life.