Today, my father and mother and I are making dumplings at home. When we have prepared the materials, we will start with them.
My father and mother are packed with cabbage and meat. I nodded with them.
We started to pack. Dad cut the dishes and mom kneaded the noodles. We are in this order, mother rolling the skin, Dad now the skin on the sink, and then put down the chopsticks, and then hold the dumplings.
The first dumpling I made didn't press well. My father said, "press well. If you don't press well, the stuffing will show up when you go to the dumpling". I understood my father's words.
The dumplings I made were not good-looking, but later, the better I made them, my mother said, the level of dumplings you made has improved.
When I eat my own dumplings, I feel my own dumplings are better than my father's dumplings, because at that time, my own work results.