As a child, it always felt like a juggling act. Once took a dough and knead, and again with a rolling pin roll, middle put stuffing, hold hands in the middle of a pinch, a bulging belly "wing" is completed.
The time of Spring Festival dumpling that ability call lively! The family gathered together, and the men and children were playing and gung in the living room. Women are holding their own. Until the evening, the filling and dough for the dumplings were prepared. When the dumplings were officially started, it was time for the lanterns to begin. The girls and their daughters-in-law were just as handy as they were. The fingers were flying, and the first pieces of the dumpling were lined up.
It is time for the dumplings to be made, instead of the usual gas, they have turned on the phase-out stove. There was a pot of water in the cauldron, and the fire was burning under the hearth, and the bellows were whirring, and the dumplings were thrown out of the pot. At this time, the child cannot resist the curiosity, also want to come to help pull the bellows, add firewood. The dumplings were cooked and the childrens hands and faces were black.
When the dumplings were actually on the table, it was more than eight o clock in the evening, and the Spring Festival gala began. Men are drinking in the hall, watching the Spring Festival gala. The women are in the kitchen another table, the quiet whisper of the home, a warmth. There is a custom in the countryside that women cant eat at the right table.
Even after so many times during the Spring Festival, still cannot forget those hazy face after the vapors, forget dumplings entrance to the warmth of the moment, forget the harmonious atmosphere of the Spring Festival.