My mom likes eating Chinese ban (BAOZIs), mom's family all good at making delicious Baozi, grandma, auntie, uncle，everyone.
I had seen her failed a few times to make her own, poorly mixed and kneaded flour, bumpy dough. She was so frastrated and gave up. She ordered Baozi from outside several times, I wondered how they tasted, she never let me try.
Later, she got a magical box, added flour and water, and came out a smooth dough.
So she made Baozi one day, she spent the whole morning. She left them rest on the counter. Now mom was napping in sofa. Later mom would eat them with dad and sister,never gave one to me. They looked so well and I was drooling badly. Woo,woo,woo, not fair, I am a good kid, but I want Baozi... ... Baozi.
Action...
one Baozi, yummy... ... I couldn't stop, another baozi, another baozi... ...
All of a sudden "啊啊.................................", sounded my mom's screaming " My buns!"
then dad "What happened?" "What happened?" "What happened?" "What happened?"
I still had one Baozi stuffed in my mouth and turned to mom with a guilty gazing.
She started snatching it from my mouth. I looked at the countertop, there was one bun left.
"Where are those six buns?" mom asked dad,
"I didn't touch any of buns", he answered, of course he didn't, I ate six raw buns!
The rest of the day, mom seemed so worry about me. Why? I just ate Baozi, maybe only because she is mom, every mom in the world is the same. I was OK. I ate OK, I played OK, I pooped OK... ...
That's my story of the missing Baozi.
Hi, uncles and aunties, I am a black labradoodle, and this is me and my snow sculpture. My name is 汪汪汪
grabbing Baozi from the tall counter, I am a big boy now...
My mom likes eating Chinese ban (BAOZIs), mom's family all good at making delicious Baozi, grandma, auntie, uncle，everyone.
I had seen her failed a few times to make her own, poorly mixed and kneaded flour, bumpy dough. She was so frastrated and gave up. She ordered Baozi from outside several times, I wondered how they tasted, she never let me try.
Later, she got a magical box, added flour and water, and came out a smooth dough.
So she made Baozi one day, she spent the whole morning. She left them rest on the counter. Now mom was napping in sofa. Later mom would eat them with dad and sister,never gave one to me. They looked so well and I was drooling badly. Woo,woo,woo, not fair, I am a good kid, but I want Baozi... ... Baozi.
Action...
one Baozi, yummy... ... I couldn't stop, another baozi, another baozi... ...
All of a sudden "啊啊.................................", sounded my mom's screaming " My buns!"
then dad "What happened?" "What happened?" "What happened?" "What happened?"
I still had one Baozi stuffed in my mouth and turned to mom with a guilty gazing.
She started snatching it from my mouth. I looked at the countertop, there was one bun left.
"Where are those six buns?" mom asked dad,
"I didn't touch any of buns", he answered, of course he didn't, I ate six raw buns!
The rest of the day, mom seemed so worry about me. Why? I just ate Baozi, maybe only because she is mom, every mom in the world is the same. I was OK. I ate OK, I played OK, I pooped OK... ...
That's my story of the missing Baozi.
Hi, uncles and aunties, I am a black labradoodle, and this is me and my snow sculpture. My name is 汪汪汪
grabbing Baozi from the tall counter, I am a big boy now...
Sister's drawing of me stealing Baozi
The disappeared BAOZIs A Special Christmas in 2020