Emerald cabbage dumplings

I like dumplings. Of course I do. I've learned to pack dumplings for a long time. Isn't it strange that I grew up on the south side of Xiamen, I've had dumplings since I was a kid? It is a bit long - during the decade of civil unrest, all primary and secondary schools in Xiamen were suspended for two years, and the parents, who were able to go back home for several months, were forced to double-lock the “cowl” as a traveller. The babysitting was driven away by the rebels of the mother's unit, and there were four of our brothers at home. My sister was only 14 years old. She was in the first grade of junior high school. I was in primary school with my sister and my brother was in kindergarten. Mother told her sister to bring three of our brothers, especially the little brother who was still in kindergarten. The 14-year-old sister took us to the house with the kids. On the 10th of each month, she went to her mother's place to collect her salary and sent some money to her mother's grandparents and grandmothers, and left us with some living expenses. My sister gave us a job; she washed her own clothes, and my brother's sister washed them. Days, cleaning, washing dishes, dragging and feeding chickens are distributed. Cooking is sister's business, we hit it. In the morning, my sister took my sister to the kitchen to buy food, I looked after my home, and if my brother didn't go to kindergarten, I took my brother. Thus, slowly we learned to cook and cook, and while cooking is often burnt out, and while cooking is often either too salty or unsophisticated, those days have led to exercise. One day, when she saw Aunt Choi on the second floor, she studied dumplings. My sister cut her face stick with a wooden stick, starting with the skin -- a few times down, we've got the skin, and the more beautiful the dumplings. After more than six months, when she learned that she was “liberated” and had to come back from the barn, she decided to pack dumplings to meet her mother. A row of pork dumplings, a row of them on the board, we looked at the third floor window -- when I saw my mother on the street and called my sister's dumplings -- and when my mother came in, she saw our sister's four men in good shape, and the family was safe, and our mother ate our dumplings and we cried --