#trust之美#jade Chinese Cabbage Meat Dumplings
by Old lady who loves to dance
Favorite
Difficulty
Hard
Time
2h
Serving
2
I like to eat dumplings, and of course I also make dumplings. I have a long history of learning how to make dumplings. I learned how to make dumplings when I was in elementary school.
Isn’t it strange that I, who grew up in the south of Xiamen, can make dumplings since I was young?
It's a bit longer--
During the ten-year turmoil of the Cultural Revolution, Xiamen University, primary and secondary schools were all closed for two years. Mom and Dad entered the "cow shed" as capital roaders and could not go home for several months.
The babysitter was driven away by the rebels of my mother's unit. There were four siblings in the family. My sister was only 14 years old and was in the first grade of junior high school. My sister and I were in elementary school, and my younger brother was in kindergarten.
Before leaving, my mother told my sister to take care of the three of us, especially the little brother who is still in the kindergarten.
The 14-year-old sister, led us to live the life of the little devil.
On the 10th of each month, my elder sister goes to my mother’s work unit to collect her salary, and then sends some to my grandparents, grandma, and some of our living expenses. The rest is deposited in the savings office on Longtou Road on Gulangyu Island.
My sister divided the work for us; I washed my own clothes, and my younger brother's clothes were washed by my sister. Arrange the duty table every day, sweep the floor, wash the dishes, mopping the floor, and feed the chickens. Cooking is my sister's business, so let's take care of it.
In the morning, my elder sister took my sister to the vegetable farm to buy food, and I was at home to take care of the house. If my brother did not go to the kindergarten, I would take my brother.
In this way, we all gradually learned to cook rice and vegetables. Although we often scorched the rice, and although the dishes we often stir-fried were either too salty or not well cooked, those days finally exercised our ability to live.
One day my sister saw Aunt Lao Cai making dumplings on the second floor, (Aunt Lao Cai is from Tianjin) and learned to make dumplings from her aunt.
My sister cut a rolling pin with a wooden stick, and started to learn from rolling dumpling wrappers --- after several times, we all learned the skill of rolling dumpling wrappers, and the dumplings became more and more beautiful.
After waiting for more than half a year, knowing that my mother was "liberated" that day and was coming back from the cowshed, my sister decided to make dumplings to welcome her.
Dumplings stuffed with Chinese cabbage and pork were placed in rows on the chopping board. We watched from the window on the third floor-when we saw our mother's figure appearing on the street, we hurriedly told my sister to get the dumplings-as soon as my mother walked in, Seeing our four brothers and sisters are doing well, the house is safe and secure, my mother shed tears while eating the dumplings we made-----"
Isn’t it strange that I, who grew up in the south of Xiamen, can make dumplings since I was young?
It's a bit longer--
During the ten-year turmoil of the Cultural Revolution, Xiamen University, primary and secondary schools were all closed for two years. Mom and Dad entered the "cow shed" as capital roaders and could not go home for several months.
The babysitter was driven away by the rebels of my mother's unit. There were four siblings in the family. My sister was only 14 years old and was in the first grade of junior high school. My sister and I were in elementary school, and my younger brother was in kindergarten.
Before leaving, my mother told my sister to take care of the three of us, especially the little brother who is still in the kindergarten.
The 14-year-old sister, led us to live the life of the little devil.
On the 10th of each month, my elder sister goes to my mother’s work unit to collect her salary, and then sends some to my grandparents, grandma, and some of our living expenses. The rest is deposited in the savings office on Longtou Road on Gulangyu Island.
My sister divided the work for us; I washed my own clothes, and my younger brother's clothes were washed by my sister. Arrange the duty table every day, sweep the floor, wash the dishes, mopping the floor, and feed the chickens. Cooking is my sister's business, so let's take care of it.
In the morning, my elder sister took my sister to the vegetable farm to buy food, and I was at home to take care of the house. If my brother did not go to the kindergarten, I would take my brother.
In this way, we all gradually learned to cook rice and vegetables. Although we often scorched the rice, and although the dishes we often stir-fried were either too salty or not well cooked, those days finally exercised our ability to live.
One day my sister saw Aunt Lao Cai making dumplings on the second floor, (Aunt Lao Cai is from Tianjin) and learned to make dumplings from her aunt.
My sister cut a rolling pin with a wooden stick, and started to learn from rolling dumpling wrappers --- after several times, we all learned the skill of rolling dumpling wrappers, and the dumplings became more and more beautiful.
After waiting for more than half a year, knowing that my mother was "liberated" that day and was coming back from the cowshed, my sister decided to make dumplings to welcome her.
Dumplings stuffed with Chinese cabbage and pork were placed in rows on the chopping board. We watched from the window on the third floor-when we saw our mother's figure appearing on the street, we hurriedly told my sister to get the dumplings-as soon as my mother walked in, Seeing our four brothers and sisters are doing well, the house is safe and secure, my mother shed tears while eating the dumplings we made-----"
