Shrimp pork dumplings

in my memory, this is a skill taught me by my mother's hand. the northerners, a family sitting around a table on new year's eve, are traditional ways of doing things. today, living conditions are excellent and can be done whenever you want. most of the time, i'm cooking for myself — alone, with no family laughter, a little sad. far from home, dumplings represent not just a source of food, but a deep love for the family! again, the story of the “gruesome” dumplings, the living rough mines of the north-west, is not much of a “problem”. the dumplings must be made in the years, and the dumplings must be meat, so they taste like old ones! mother makes the pies, and the faces, and the skins, and me and my brother watch tv and wrap the dumplings. of course, we can't look at the dumplings, and sometimes the dumplings are too tight. mom's in a hurry to support us. she taught me how to shape two yuanbao. mother called this "quer" and translated it into mandarin "birds" and some people were called sparrows, swallowtails, rats, willow leaves... super cute and woody, and i was entangled by my mother and taught me that the absolute hand handles, from all kinds of ugliness, needed to work with each other. squeezing is a time to accumulate. just practice! someone's taking pictures. let's read it in detail! # for the spring-spring kitchen +1 # children, although we were born poor, each of us had a great dream, a bowl of hot dumplings that represented my desire for you, to eat, to grow up, to come to the big cities to see the outside world, come on