包餃子200字作文

Saturday, my grandma made dumplings, one of the dumplings like obedient little ducks swimming in the bowl. My in the mind have a little not to eat them. But the smell of fragrance and let me greedy slobber, I eat up tit-bit. But I eat dumplings, the heart have a kind of feeling can not tell.

星期六我奶奶家包餃子了，一個個的餃子像聽話的小鴨子在碗裏游來游去。我心裏有點不忍心吃他們了。可是那撲鼻而來的香味又讓我饞得流口水，我就大口大口地吃了起來。可是我吃完餃子，心裏有一種説不出來的感覺。