Bao Baozi's Composition (1)

When I came home on Saturday, I smelled a delicious smell. My mother told me that it was steaming steamed buns! I'm so excited. My favorite steamed bun, steamed bun, I'm here, I'm here. Today I will kill you all!

Next, I want to learn cabbage and steamed bun with my mother. Today, I have to learn it.

First, put the flour and water on the plate and knead them until they become a big dough. Then put the big dough on the nail board, and some flour will not stick on the mountain.

First, cut a small dough with a knife, round it, roll it thin with a rolling pin, and then put the filling in.

Now you can put them according to your own preferences, such as corn, diced carrots, meat, or vegetables and meat... they are all rich and taste particularly good.

The most difficult thing in the last step of making steamed stuffed buns is to turn the steamed stuffed buns around and out of the pleats. My mother taught me many times before I knew how to do it. I don't know how many tests I had to go through before I succeeded.

Finally, we steamed it for a long time. The steamed bun was very soft and beautiful, especially when it was just cooked.

Today, we not only steamed several steamed buns, but also made dozens of them. According to mother's statistics, we ate seven big buns from the afternoon home to the evening.

Have you learned the process of making steamed buns? Steamed buns are delicious.

Bao Baozi's Composition (2)

On that day, I followed my mother to the food market happily. I mainly came to play and sell eggs for my mother. My mother mainly came to learn how to drive a car and sold eggs by the way.

When I got off the motorcycle, I quickly ran to our stall. Because of the market today, the way to the stall was very crowded. I squeezed here, squeezed there, and finally squeezed in. I went to the stall and saw my grandfather already there. At this time, the voice of "Gulu Gulu" came out from my stomach. It turned out that my stomach was flat again. After a while, my mother came. After I asked my mother for money, I rushed to the place where I ate noodles.

"Oh, I'm so full!" I said as I walked. Suddenly, I stepped on a soft thing. When I saw it, it was bread. I just thought:

A good bread, why not throw it away. Alas, now that the living conditions are good, even food is needed, and people are picky. What? This oil is too weak. In fact, although a loaf of bread was bought for only a few cents, how many people's efforts he has accumulated! First of all, when farmers are exposed to the sun, they are not afraid of the sun, and they are not afraid of the wind and rain in the rainy season. But at any time, they are afraid that my rice will be damaged. Therefore, they diligently watered and weeded the rice. In addition, flour processors are busy all day, so that they can process flour. Finally, the uncles and aunts who make bread use their hands to make bread for us to eat. When you just recognize it, so many people's efforts are in vain.

As I walked, I came to the stall unconsciously. When I went to the stall, my mother had already bought the steamed buns and said, "Jiajun, are you full?" I was just about to say that I am full. A person accidentally threw something on my head. I was angry and grabbed the steamed buns and threw them at the man. But I missed them and wasted another steamed bun.

Ah! My poor bread and steamed buns!

Bao Baozi's Composition (3)

As the saying goes, "Food is the most important thing for people". Chinese people love to eat, are good at eating, and can cook food. They have invented many foods with the characteristics of Chinese socialist countries. Baozi is one of them. Steamed bun, "Steamed read" in English, compared with western traditional food pizza, the stuffing of steamed bun is in it, reflecting the implicit character and traditional cultural habits of Chinese people. Steamed buns are sweet and salty, delicious and delicious. Our family often eat steamed buns at breakfast. Next, let's introduce how I make steamed buns.

First, and face. Take half a bowl of flour, add 5-10g of dry yeast powder, mix with proper water and knead. Add water bit by bit, and mix the flour while adding water until the flour is kneaded into a dough. Then cover it with a wet towel. I usually choose to ferment noodles before going to bed at night, and knead steamed buns when I wake up in the morning.

Then we made stuffing. Generally, sweet fillings are made by frying orange sugar granules, crushed sesame, white granulated sugar, crushed peanuts, orange peel, osmanthus, etc. with hot lard. The meat fillings are diced pork, chopped green onion, garlic, ginger, soy sauce, monosodium glutamate, chicken essence, chili, bean paste, salt, etc. It can be fried or stirred evenly. When making steamed buns, use a pot to hold the stuffing and dig it out with a small spoon. It is usually done at night, frozen in the refrigerator, and wrapped in the morning.

I usually get up at four o'clock to prepare. After fermentation, the dough swells more than twice. Add a little sugar, 3 grams of baking powder, and a little flour to knead the dough again. Divide the dough into even small balls, roll them into round pieces, and then wrap the buns.

The frozen meat and sugar fillings are naturally shaped in the hands and are very good. Fold the skin of the bun a few times to make a bun. At this time, prepare lilies, red dates, peanuts, red beans, job tears, rice, rock sugar, put a large amount of water in the pot, put steamed buns one by one, cover the pot, and cook the porridge over high fire. The advantage of this method is that the porridge is cooked and steamed.

When the porridge in the pot emits a sweet taste, the porridge is cooked, and the steamed buns are cooked, and the size of the steamed buns has more than doubled. Then grab some sour radishes from the jar, dice the sour bamboo shoots, pour red oil on them, and make a breakfast of steamed stuffed buns, pickles, porridge, dry and thin, delicious.

I packed a portion of the prepared breakfast and sent it to my elderly grandmother. Grandma smiled from ear to ear and said happily, "My child, you have grown up again."

Bao Baozi's Composition (4)

Bao Baozi's composition for the second day of junior high school

In daily study, work or life, everyone often comes into contact with the composition bar. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. There are many considerations for composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is the composition of Bao Baozi in the second day of junior high, which is compiled by Xiao Bian for your reference only. Welcome to read it.

Bao Baozi's Composition 1 in Junior Two

Today, when I came home from school, I saw my mother mixing noodles and smelled my favorite anise. I quickly threw down my schoolbag, got into the kitchen, and happily asked my mother, "Let's eat steamed buns today!" My mother smiled and nodded.

"I'll take it, too." I quickly washed my hands and came to my mother. "OK, then try it," said Mom. I can't wait to pick up the dough like my mother, scoop out a spoonful of meat stuffing like my mother, and think: What's so difficult, I can make dumplings, and this is certainly not difficult. I press the filling with my left thumb, hold the dough with my other fingers, and pinch the edge of the dough with my right hand to fold it.

When I was holding it, I suddenly felt the heart of my left hand was sticky. When I saw "Oh", the stuffing came out. I pushed the stuffing in with my hands and wrapped it with difficulty. However, the steamed bun looks strange. It is not as good as my mother's.

It's easy to look at, but difficult to do! I looked at my "masterpiece" and the steamed buns my mother had wrapped. I was a little discouraged. Then my mother encouraged me to say, "It's good to wrap them like this for the first time. Try again and they will wrap them well."

After listening to my mother's words, I picked up another skin. This time, I carefully watched how my mother packed it. She put the skin in the heart of her left hand, put the filling in place, and squeezed a fold on the edge of the dough with her right hand. Then, she stretched the dough along the edge of the dough and squeezed the fold while turning. I watched dozens of small folds appear in the circle of the dough, and finally twisted it, A small and exquisite steamed bun like a chrysanthemum will be finished.

I wrapped it carefully as it was, pinching the pleats while turning, and when there was a little skin left, I squeezed all the pleats together, and finally my second steamed bun was finished. I made several more buns in a row, and my mother praised me and said, "I have made progress, and one bun is better than another." Looking at the buns I made, I felt very happy, and I learned new skills again.

Bao Baozi's Composition 2

I remember that shortly after the summer vacation, my mother said to eat steamed stuffed buns. I was very happy because I liked eating steamed stuffed buns best.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, my mother filled a bowl with some flour, kneaded the flour with "old noodles" and water, and said that she would make steamed buns only when the noodles were ready in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, my mother brought out the basin. When I saw it, it was much higher than the original one. Mother said: "This is' fermentation '." Mother began to steamed stuffed buns. I said, "Mom, I'll pack it too!" Mom said, "OK, learn!"

I went to wash my hands and learned from my mother. I couldn't wait to pick up a piece of dough and rub it into a round shape. Then I put it on the table and pressed it hard. Then I picked it up. But only half of it was picked up, and the other half was stuck on the table. What's going on here?

I looked at my mother in bewilderment. My mother couldn't stand up when she saw my silly appearance. She said, "Silly child, spread some flour on the bottom of the table."

Then help me get the dough off the table. I was not discouraged. I rolled a dough again, spread some flour on the table, and squashed it.

Then put some stuffing in the dough. I press the filling with the thumb of my left hand, hold the dough with other fingers, and pinch the edge of the dough with my right hand. When I was holding it, I suddenly felt that the heart of my left hand was sticky

It's terrible. The stuffing has come out. I was in a hurry to "rescue" the "little life" that was about to be born. I picked up a small piece of dough, kneaded it into a thin crust and stuck it on the broken part. Then I was relieved. I looked at the steamed buns made by my mother and my masterpiece. I was a little discouraged. My mother saw my mind, smiled and said, "Don't be discouraged. Everything can be successful only after a lot of efforts."

After listening to my mother's words, I got up the courage and started to pack a second one. I thought it was a good package. In my mother's praise, the faster I packed, the better I packed one by one, and I caught up with my mother's level.

Hey, I didn't think this bag of steamed buns was so simple.

Bao Baozi's Second Year Composition 3

I remember when I was young, my favorite food was steamed stuffed buns made by my mother. I looked at my mother's dexterous hands and squeezed them on the steamed stuffed bun skin to make a delicate steamed stuffed bun. I admired it very much and wanted to learn from it all the time, but because of my introverted personality, I didn't say anything after all.

At noon today, my mother didn't know what to do for us, so she made steamed buns for us

Eat. I was playing computer to my heart's content when my mother asked me to help her. She walked to her mother's side and saw her hands moving ceaselessly. Soon she made a dumpling. My face looked envious. My mother found out and asked me mysteriously: "Do you want to learn?" I couldn't help crying: "Yes!" My mother first taught me how to put meat stuffing, and then told me how to glue and wrap the steamed stuffed bun skin. After a few minutes, I had five points of mastery

At this time, I can't wait to pick up a dumpling skin and wrap it according to my mother's method. But I don't know why, I put too much meat stuffing. Do I love meat so much? I didn't care about it. I wrapped it up with all my strength, but within a minute, a large pool of meat was exposed. Ah, speechless

I made dumplings slowly. Gradually, I felt a lot. Gradually, the dumplings I made reached the standard appearance. Suddenly, my mother said "stop". I was enjoying the fun of making steamed buns. Suddenly, I stopped and was reluctant to part with them!

Mother took a big basket of steamed buns to steam. In a little while, the steamed buns were ready. Mom brought a basket of steamed stuffed buns to the table, and I immediately picked one up and tasted it. I found that it was made by myself, but it was very delicious. My parents also ate a 'steamed stuffed bun' I made, and they all praised it. Ha ha, is it really so delicious?

It's really a happy thing to be able to make steamed buns with my mother today.

Bao Baozi's Composition 4

In the afternoon, my mother will teach me how to make steamed buns. I won't mention how happy I am.

Mother took the face two hours ago out of the basin and rubbed it on the chopping board. I also want to knead the dough. Mom asked me to try. oh dear! The dough is too big for me to knead. "Maybe I'm weak?" I thought. Mom saw it, so she had to cut a short section for me to rub slowly.

My mother combined the small dough I kneaded with her own dough into a large one, cut it in half, twisted it into long strips, and cut it into a larger dosage than dumplings. Mother sprinkled a thick layer of flour on the small potions, so that the small potions would not stick together.

Then flatten the small preparation wrapped with flour by hand and roll it into pieces with a rolling pin. It looks really fun. At first, I wanted to roll out the steamed bun. My mother said, "The steamed bun skin is not good to roll out. It should be thick in the middle and thin at the edge." Well, I may not be able to do it. I can only help my mother to flatten the small medicine.

I started to make steamed buns. My mother took a large and round crust and put two tablespoons of steamed bun filling. I saw my mother squeeze it with her hands. I don't know how many times she squeezed it, and the steamed bun was shaped. The round body, with a circle of delicate patterns on it, looked delicious. I also opened a package of steamed buns. The first one was ugly, but I couldn't hold it. The second one was better, but I still couldn't hold it.

With my mother's guidance, the third steamed bun looks much better. "Not bad, it's not like a little doll!" Mother said. I also smiled with satisfaction.

After a long time, I came to the kitchen, wow! The smell of steamed stuffed buns came out through the lid of the pot. Mother turned off the fire, waited a little while, opened the lid of the pot, and the hot air rushed forward with the fragrance. I sniffed hard. When mother brought out the grate, white and fat steamed buns came out of the pot one by one. They tasted delicious and made people drool.

Because it was so delicious, I ate three in a row. Too much, I didn't drink porridge.

Bao Baozi's Composition (5)

Today, my father's company organized a family day activity. When we got to the farm, we took some group photos at the gate first, and then I played on the swings, slide, seesaw, and flower sedan chair with my good friend Sister Xing Xing! We also crossed a bridge that shook badly. I held the handle and walked forward slowly. Finally, I crossed the bridge, which scared me to death! I sat down in the dining room and waited to play games. The game started. I played three games: Guess Dad, Guess Mom, Hug, Pinball. Although I didn't win, I still had a chance next time.

After lunch, we can finally go to the farmland to pick. As soon as I went in, I saw a big greenhouse like a big mushroom. The first one was grapes, red and purple. Beautiful! I tasted one and it tasted very sweet. The second one is purple potato. I dug hard and finally got one. The aunt of the farm taught me to find the root of the purple potato vine first, and then carefully dig it down. You can't just dig hard, or the purple potato will be broken. My mother and I dug together according to the way my aunt said, and soon we harvested half a basket. Although we got muddy hands and sweated heavily in the sun, I still felt very happy.

How quickly the parent-child day passed! We are happy to take the fruits we picked home.

Bao Baozi's Composition (6)

I always remember an interesting thing I did when I was young.

One morning, when my father got up and was brushing his teeth and washing his face, I saw him pick up a strange knife and scratch his chin a few times. I'm curious. I don't know what my father is doing. I also want to try. After my father finished shaving, I also picked up the knife and shaved twice like my father. After I finished shaving, I suddenly felt my chin uncomfortable. I don't know what happened? I looked at myself in the mirror and frowned. It turned out that I was bleeding. I was so scared that I cried. Mom and Dad ran to have a look. I still had Dad's knife in my hand. They understood that I had done a silly thing, which was both angry and funny. My mother quickly put a Band Aid on me. After the Band Aid was put on, I felt ugly and uncomfortable. My father took the knife and said to me with a smile: "Silly boy, this knife is called a razor, which is specialized in shaving. Girls will never grow a beard, so you don't need to use this." My mother said, "You can't use the razor indiscriminately in the future, or you will grow a beard." This words scared me, and I cried even more.

Now I gradually understand that children should ask adults about things or things they don't understand. They can't use adults' things casually, or they will suffer.

Bao Baozi's Composition (7)

When I was eight years old, I happened to read a sentence in a book, "Drinking more ink will make you smarter". I thought: Is it really so magical? It would be great if it were true. My eyes turned, hey hey, dry as soon as I said, so when no one was at home, I secretly put a bottle of ink on my mother's desk, immediately went under the table, unscrewed the ink cap, and smelled wow! It's so disgusting that I want to vomit. I think if I drink it, it will be better if it is sweet! So I lifted the ink bottle and added it with my tongue. Wow, I spat out a mouthful of water, but I couldn't tell what it was like. I thought again: just add some sugar. If I don't drink, I won't be able to go to college. So I went to the kitchen, grabbed five handfuls of sugar, and put them into ink. I think I don't care about that much. Drink! So I pinched my nose and drank the bottle of ink in one breath. I cheered and said, "Great, I'm going to college!"

When my mother came back, I told her about drinking ink. She smiled with her hands over her stomach and said out of breath, "Oh, my son, you are mistaken. What they said in the book is that if you work hard and study more, you will drink more ink. I can learn more and have deep knowledge. I didn't really drink it... I suddenly realized that I blushed like a big apple and walked into the room with shame. The more I tasted it, the more funny I felt

It has been two years since this incident happened, but whenever I think of it, I will laugh more than once. It's really an interesting thing.

Bao Baozi's Composition (8)

When I was young, I couldn't help but stretch out my hand, grab the steamed buns and eat them with big mouthfuls as soon as I saw my grandmother put them on the table. But these steamed buns are all made by Grandma. How I want to taste my own steamed buns! I begged my grandmother to teach me how to make steamed buns. My mother didn't believe me. She said, "You little baby want to learn how to make steamed buns. That's difficult." I didn't believe it. One day, my grandma said that she would teach me how to make steamed buns. I was so excited that I walked into the kitchen with my grandma. Grandma's kneaded dough and stuffed buns were already on the table. Grandma began to demonstrate.

She pulled off a small ball of flour with her hand, put it on the heart of her left hand, and then pressed the palm of her right hand on it. Grandma's big rough hands together, do a round rubbing action. After a while, the irregular dough turned into smooth "tangyuan". At this time, Grandma took advantage of the situation to flatten and flatten the "tangyuan" and spread it gently on her hand. It was round, like the moon on the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar. She pressed the thumb of her right hand in the middle of the "moon", turned her left hand and pressed the nest with her right hand. After turning, the "moon" becomes a "small bowl". Grandma squeezed the stuffing into the "small bowl" and said, "How to wrap it is the key." After saying that, she first held the skin with the last four fingers of her left hand and pressed the stuffing with her thumb; Then use the thumb and forefinger of your right hand to peel and fold. Grandma pressed the stuffing into the pulled leather, folded her index finger on her right hand, and immediately became one fold, one after another. Grandma folded many folds, and a small and exquisite steamed bun was born from her hands. On the hand, it has a strong sense of three-dimensional.

I was so worried that I couldn't wait to learn from my grandmother. As a result, only three pleats were pinched and put on the table. My mother asked, "Why is Grandma's steamed stuffed bun so pleated and three-dimensional, but your steamed stuffed bun is not like steamed stuffed bun?" I retorted with reason: "Her face is sticky and hard, while mine is small and soft. Besides, the surface is different, but the content is the same!" The remark amused the whole family. Grandma taught me again. I folded five pleats and eight pleats. The pleats I folded became more and more, and the stereoscopic feeling became stronger and stronger. Grandma steamed the steamed buns I made, and everyone rushed to share them. At this time, my heart is very sweet!

Bao Baozi's Composition (9)

It's raining outside Maomao on Sunday. I have nothing to do at home. I saw my grandma making steamed buns. My eyes suddenly lit up. I stood beside my grandmother and started a "ghost idea".

I smiled and said to my grandma, "Grandma, I want to learn how to make steamed buns!" Grandma said happily, "Yes! My granddaughter has really grown up." Grandma showed me carefully. She first put the dough on her hand, then put the meat on it, and then gently rotate it. A complete steamed bun appeared in front of me. Grandma told me: you can't put too much meat or too little meat. I packed them according to Grandma's teaching method, but if I put too much or too little, the meat on the left and right sides leaked out, and the meat on the left and right sides leaked out. Just then, my father came and said, "What are you packing, steamed buns or meatballs?" I said to my father unconvincingly, "If you have the ability, you can put one on for me to see." My father said, "OK, I'll show you today." When my father wrapped it, I said to him, "Dad, you are uglier than I wrapped it!" My father's face was red. At this time, Grandma came over and showed me again. I thought, "You are so obedient in Grandma's hands, why are you still dancing here?" After reading it, my father and I repacked it according to Grandma's instructions. In fact, we have made great progress. The more we pack, the better. I said proudly to my father, "Don't make fun of me this time." I finally learned to make steamed buns.

A fragrance came to me. I felt that the steamed stuffed buns were ripe, so I immediately went to have a look. As I expected, I picked it up and ate it. I can't say how happy I am!

Bao Baozi's Composition (10)

I remember shortly after the summer vacation, my mother said that I would eat steamed stuffed buns. I was very happy because I liked steamed stuffed buns best.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, my mother put some flour in the pot, kneaded the noodles with "old noodles" and water, and said that the dumplings would not be made until the noodles were ready in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, my mother took out the basin. When I saw it, it was much higher than before. Mother said: "This is' fermentation '." Mother began to make steamed buns. I said, "Mom, I'll pack it, too!" Mom said, "OK, learn!" I went to wash my hands and imitate my mother. I couldn't wait to pick up a piece of dough, round it, and then put it on the table and press it hard. Then I picked it up and only took half of it, and the other half was stuck on the table. What's going on here? I looked at my mother puzzled. My mother couldn't help laughing when she saw my silly appearance. She said, "Silly boy, spread some flour on the table to bottom it." Then she helped me remove the dough on the table. Undaunted, I poured a dough, spread some flour on the table, flattened it, and then put some stuffing into the dough. I pressed the filling with my left thumb, supported the dough with my other fingers, and squeezed the edge of the dough with my right hand to squeeze the flowers. Holding it, I suddenly felt that my left hand was sticky. I looked at it, "Ouch!" Oh, no, the filling came out. I am very anxious, and also very anxious to "save" this upcoming "little life". I picked up a small piece of dough, kneaded it into a thin dough, and pasted it on the disfigurement. Looking at the steamed buns made by my mother and my masterpiece, I can't help feeling disheartened. My mother saw my mind, smiled and said, "Don't be discouraged, try harder, everything will succeed."

After listening to my mother's words, I got up the courage and started to pack a second one. I thought this one was good. In my mother's praise, I packed more and more quickly, one by one, catching up with my mother's level.

Alas, I don't believe that steamed buns are so simple.

Bao Baozi's Composition (11)

I learned how to make steamed buns

Zhang Zhenyi

One day, I saw my mother packing steamed buns, busy. I said to my mother, "Mom, let me help you!" My mother said, "Can you?" I said, "I can't learn!" My mother said, "OK, I'll teach you."

Mother first put some stuffing in the middle, then rolled it into a circle, and then twisted the head. I tried to make one, but I twisted the head off. Mother said, "You need to be lighter." Then I packed better one by one.

Mom said, "I ate steamed buns!" Wow! How delicious!

Instructor Cui Meiru

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Bao Baozi's Composition (12)

I remember when I was young, my favorite food was steamed stuffed buns made by my mother. I looked at my mother's dexterous hands and squeezed them on the steamed stuffed bun skin to make a delicate steamed stuffed bun. I admired it very much and wanted to learn from it all the time, but because of my introverted personality, I didn't say anything after all.

At noon today, my mother didn't know what to do for us, so she gave us steamed buns to eat. I was playing computer to my heart's content when my mother asked me to help her. She walked to her mother's side and saw her hands moving ceaselessly. Soon she made a dumpling. My face showed an envious look. My mother found out and asked me mysteriously: Do you want to learn? I couldn't help crying: think! My mother first taught me how much meat to put in, and then told me how to glue and wrap the steamed bun skin. After a few minutes, I had five points of mastery

At this time, I can't wait to pick up a dumpling skin and wrap it according to my mother's method. But somehow, I put too much meat stuffing. Do I love meat so much? I didn't care about it. I wrapped it vigorously, but within a minute, a large pool of meat was exposed. Eh, speechless, I slowly wrapped it. Gradually, I felt a lot. Gradually, my dumplings reached the standard appearance. Suddenly, my mother said stop. I was enjoying the fun of making steamed buns. Suddenly, I stopped and was reluctant to part with them!

Mother took a big basket of steamed buns to steam. In a little while, the steamed buns were ready. Mom brought a basket of steamed stuffed buns to the table, and I immediately tasted one. I found that it was made by myself, but it was very delicious. My parents also ate a steamed stuffed bun I made, and they were all full of praise. Ha ha, is my steamed stuffed bun really so delicious?

It's really a happy thing to be able to make steamed buns with my mother today.

Bao Baozi's Composition (13)

In their daily study, work or life, many people have written a composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is an 800 word composition of the little editor's carefully sorted out anxious buns. Welcome to read it. I hope you can enjoy it.

When my mother took a public holiday, she moved her office to the kitchen and cooked for me in a new way every day.

This afternoon, my mother proposed to make fried dumplings for me. As soon as I heard the word "steamed stuffed bun", the greediness in my stomach began to stir up. As soon as she said yes, her mother hurried to the kitchen to take out noodles, leeks and eggs. With the heavy rain of kitchen knives, the sound of the chopping board, the sound of the flowing sauce, and the stirring of chopsticks, becomes a joyful march. A delicious steamed stuffed bun filling will be ready in a blink of an eye.

What makes me more eager than eating is to pack steamed buns. As soon as my mother came out of the kitchen, I felt the front line of steamed stuffed buns. Take out the steamed stuffed bun skin and spread it on your hand, scoop out a large number of fillings, and your hand is trembling. I don't know how to wrap these attractive fillings into the dough skin. At this time, my mother came to help me: "The filling is too much, and the dough is easy to break." I quickly slimmed down the filling, held them in the palm of my hand, and the dough folded in the push and pinch of my fingers. It looks like a gorgeous operation, but the finished product is hard to swallow. The steamed bun is flat, and its surface is pitted. It looks weak.

I was a little dejected, and my previous enthusiasm also declined sharply. My mother looked at me and said, "Don't worry, first take a closer look at how to pack it." She only saw a set of smooth and flowing operations, fingertips sliding on the face, kneading, and soon a small and exquisite steamed bun appeared in front of my eyes. As soon as my mother finished the demonstration, I hurried to start the second steamed bun. This time I'm sure I'm on the safe side. Who knows what I greet is not the joy of success, but the failure again, watching me fail again and again. My mother couldn't help saying seriously, "Don't be too impatient when doing anything, and learn patiently." This sentence calmed my impatient heart like a reassuring pill. "Write a little slant when folding", "slide forward when folding", "dip water on the edge of the leather when wrapping"... With my mother's patient guidance, I began to try again and again, and gradually my buns became more beautiful.

Looking at the steamed buns and the steamed buns in the steamer, I can tell at a glance who made them, but I also feel a sense of achievement when they become more and more symbolic. Anxiety can not only make steamed buns, but also do many things well.

Bao Baozi's Composition (14)

Time is like water, life is like song. We saw off another tense semester and ushered in another summer vacation in the passing of the pony. From tomorrow, we will start our winter vacation again.

That day, I wore neat clothes and paid homage to Master Li. Finally, the master said the word 'OK!' Although I have never made steamed stuffed buns, I know the procedure of making steamed stuffed buns very well, because I was once a bystander. Okay, here we go!

I followed the master's method: 8 jin of flour, 3 jin of sugar, 2 liang of eshmi, and 3 jin of baking powder were poured into the mixer to mix into the dough. The master told me that if I wanted to know whether the dough was firm, I would take out some of the dough, twist it into the shape of potato chips, and fold it.

Those with few lines are strong. After the dough is consolidated, it is pressed on the noodle press. After flattening, it is placed on the table, rolled like a roll of powder, and then kneaded into small dough. If the dough is too wet, it can be dipped with cornflour. Then, in the middle of the flattened dough on the top of the index finger and middle finger, pick up a small stick and grind it. The index finger and middle finger rotate rapidly. It was made into a foreskin.

Everything was ready and the stuffing was put in the foreskin. The master put the pan with barbecue on the table, and then brought a cage to put beside the table. Shifu is really capable. He packs it quickly and well. He held the foreskin in his left hand, helped the stuffing in his right hand, put down his chopsticks, and squeezed them with both hands. A small steamed stuffed bun appeared in his hand.

I am the most clumsy. I either put more stuffing or less stuffing. If I put too much stuffing in it, the foreskin will be broken. I hurried to pinch it with my hands. Who would have thought that this side was pinched well, and that side was broken again. I was so worried that I looked like an ant on a hot pot. Time slipped away from me unconsciously. I still have little to gain.

I'm disheartened. Alas, it's hard to learn how to make steamed stuffed buns! However, after the careful teaching of the master, miracles occurred. I can make two or three steamed buns. I also remembered the famous saying that nothing is difficult in the world, only if you have a heart. This time, I have done it. Of course, nothing is difficult in the world.

Ah, what a wonderful summer vacation, what a wonderful harvest. On this day, I learned to make steamed buns. I feel the hardship of labor and the joy of harvest. This has made a strong mark on my memory. It makes me unforgettable. I really will never forget it!

Bao Baozi's Composition (15)

Today, my mother went to the supermarket to buy a bag of flour and a bag of yeast powder to go home to make steamed buns.

I believe everyone has eaten it! But not many people have made steamed buns themselves! Making steamed stuffed buns is not as simple as eating steamed stuffed buns, but also needs to master skills. There are many kinds of making steamed stuffed buns. We are making steamed stuffed buns for the first time, so we should start from making simple steamed stuffed buns.

First of all, pour the flour into a large bowl. Don't pour too much. Pour as much as you want. After pouring the flour, add water into the large bowl slowly, or the flour will be "scared" by you!

After pouring water, take another smaller bowl, put yeast powder, and then add water, but this time you don't need to add water slowly, because yeast powder is "bold!"

Once the yeast powder has melted, pour it into the flour and give it some "courage". After the "courage", the flour should "sleep". The fermentation will take an hour. In order to prevent the flour from "catching cold", cover the flour with a quilt to prevent the water from evaporating.

The fermented flour can make it "hot" and bad. Lift the quilt and touch it. It is sticky, smelling it, sour. You should take it out quickly and sprinkle some flour without wet water on it to make it cool. It has enjoyed such good treatment before, but it will be miserable later.

Then tear up the flour stuck together. Each flour must be torn as big as the other, or the steamed flour will not look good! But don't tear it too big, because steamed buns will expand when steamed. After tearing them to the same size, press them flat and remember to be round! You can get into the pot soon. Everyone is waiting patiently!

The following steps are very simple. Just like making dumplings, put your favorite stuffing into the pressed flour, face the flour, and squeeze whatever shape you want, just squeeze the mouth tightly.

I can finally get into the pot, but have you been worried?

Bao Baozi's Composition (16)

I thought to myself: It's time to help my mother reduce some of her burden! So I said, "Mom, let me help you make steamed buns!" My mother said, "Yes! But, where can you make steamed buns?" I said, "I can't learn. I can't do anything when I'm just born, but I can do anything now." So my mother was convinced by me, and I began to make steamed buns. At first, the steamed bun was like a disobedient child, who just didn't shut up. I was worried, and shouted: "I am an upright man, but I can't compete with you, a little steamed bun." But even though I said that, the little steamed buns still didn't listen to me, so I had to go to my mother to "ask for help". My mother said, "The most important thing about making steamed buns is to be patient and not rush." I saw how well steamed buns were made one by one, and I felt like a flower in my heart.

Today, I finally realized that how can we see the rainbow without experiencing the wind and rain?

Bao Baozi's Composition (17)

Here's the thing: when I got up in the morning, I was very hungry, but then suddenly I smelled a very fragrant smell, and I ran over involuntarily. Oh, it's a fast food restaurant near our house. It's so delicious! Seeing the uncle Bao Baozi, I admired him very much and decided to worship him as my teacher. I tried to ask my uncle: "Uncle, you are so powerful, can you teach me?" Unexpectedly, my uncle agreed. I'm very happy. So I learned from my uncle. My uncle asked me to learn how to roll the dough first, and he told me to roll it evenly. At first, I rolled thick, and my uncle asked me to use some strength, but when I tried hard, I rolled thin again. Alas, it's really hard to learn! My uncle saw my mind and told me not to lose heart. So I followed my uncle's advice to calm down and roll out one, which was better than the previous ones. My confidence was greatly increased, and then I went on to "several", the more "better". My uncle said I could learn how to make steamed buns. I picked up the rolled dough, put stuffing in it, watched my uncle make it, twisted the top of the steamed bun, and it was made. Compared with what my uncle made, the steamed buns my uncle made were really beautiful, but I didn't make them well. But my uncle said that I had done well. "Goo... goo..." What sound? Come to think of it, it was I who was hungry. I looked at the steamed buns I had made and thought I could eat them in a while. I was very happy.

I learned how to make steamed buns. When my mother makes steamed buns in the future, I can help her and lighten her burden.

Bao Baozi's Composition (18)

Once, my mother and grandma prepared to make steamed buns when guests were coming home. I also wanted to learn how to make steamed buns, so I joined the team of making steamed buns. Mother twisted the noodles into strips and let me cut them. I took a knife and carefully cut the noodles into dough. Look, one big, one small. My mother told me that the dough should be symmetrical, which determines the size of steamed buns. Oh, I see. Next, I rolled the dough. Under the guidance of my mother, I rolled the dough into round pieces. It seemed that it was not difficult at all!

Grandma showed me how to make steamed buns. She held the pastry in her left hand, put the stuffing in the middle of the pastry, and finally wrapped the beautiful steamed buns with her right hand.

I followed my grandmother's instructions carefully. The first two steps were OK, but I couldn't do a good job when I twisted the pleats. After a lot of effort, I finally wrapped one. My mother couldn't help laughing because "the stuffing was exposed". There was a round hole in the middle, and the stuffing inside was clearly visible. Grandma saw that I was a little disappointed, so she comforted me and said, "Don't lose heart. The first time I wrapped it was very good." So I rewrote some more. Although the stuffing was not exposed, the bun was always high in the middle, like a long tail.

Although I didn't fully learn how to make steamed buns this time, I learned the truth that practice makes perfect. There is knowledge everywhere in life. If you are willing to learn, you will gain.