已经是寒冬腊月,寒风加快了人们回家的步伐。我也一样,即将离家读书,想到爷爷正在给我包最后一顿包子,心里有一种说不出来的滋味。也许是因为临走前最后一次吃爷爷的包子,我特意去厨房看爷爷包包子。爷爷的牛肉包子虽然简单,只放牛肉,但全家只有他会包。他将刚刚发酵好的面擀成厚厚的面皮,然后轻轻地把拌了番茄汁的肉馅放在面皮上,再用一双大手飞快地一掐,一只包子包好了。一只只小巧玲珑的包子,看着就让人好 It is already a winter lunar month and the cold wind has accelerated the pace of people’s return home. I, too, will leave home to study and think that my grandfather is giving me the last steamed bun. There is an indescribable taste in my heart. Maybe it’s because I had grandpa’s buns for the last time before I left. I deliberately went to the kitchen to watch my grandfather’s buns. Grandpa’s beef buns are simple and only put beef, but the whole family will only pack him. He smashed the freshly-fermented noodle into a thick dough, then gently put the meat with tomato sauce on the dough, and quickly smashed with a pair of big hands and wrapped it in a bun. A small and exquisite bun looks good