What does the phrase "lace dumplings are drenched in mother's love" mean?

When I was a kid, making dumplings was a big deal for my family. At that time, the family life is difficult (jiéjū), eating dumplings of course, can only be until the New Year's Day; ordinary days, the unprecedented dumplings, naturally, has become the family's holiday. At this time, my mom was the most proud of her work, mixing the dough and stuffing (xiànr) by herself, making the stuffing fragrant and soft and the dough soft and hard, and finally making the pots and hands clean, without a bit of flour. Then mom commanded dad, brother and I, watching the fire to watch the fire, rolling (ɡǎn) skin of the rolling, send skin to send the skin, rather like the sand field pointing soldiers.

Generally, my mom always made two kinds of dumplings, one meat (hūn) and one vegetarian. At this time, the round cover curtain is divided into two ends with different fillings of dumplings, like the two armies against each other, across the Chu River and Han River border. My brother and I used to mess up and mix up the dumplings. Mom had to cook the eggplant and gourd together. Mom didn't get mad, but poked my brother and me in the head with her finger and said, "Come on, Mom will teach you how to make lace dumplings!" My brother and I watched with curiosity as my mom gently pinched and squeezed the dumplings along the edges, creating a ring of spiky lace, like a ring of flowers on a little girl's head, which was very nice to look at. We do not know that mom is playing a small trick, she pinched the meat dumplings on the lace, so that my brother and I even eat with a playful swallowed into the belly, himself and Dad eat those vegetarian dumplings.

The hard times and mom's lace dumplings gave us unforgettable memories. But those memories, all of them, only began to clear up when we became fathers ourselves, as if it had been sleeping and needed the price of experience we had to go through to wake it up.

Since I was able to write a few books, my family's financial situation has improved, and dumplings are no longer a "sacrament". When I think of those days of sorrow and ignorance, and how my mother has been struggling on her own since my father's death, I think I can't let my mother suffer any more in the way of food. I had wanted to pull on the mother to the outside of the restaurant to open foreign meat, she shook her head: "Mom is old, legs are not good, too lazy to go downstairs!" I once bought fresh fish or seasonal vegetables at the market and made them myself at home, but my mom didn't like them so much and just put down her chopsticks after a few bites. I laughed at my mom and said, "You can't enjoy your life!"

Later, I realized that despite the variety of foods in the world and people's new tastes, my mother always loved dumplings. That's the best recipe she's had for decades. I knew that the only way to make my mom happy was to make dumplings more often. Whenever I bought meat stuffing and my mom saw that it was time to make dumplings, she immediately put on her apron. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get your hands on it, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get your hands on it, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get your hands on it.

One year, on the second day of the Chinese New Year, the whole family made dumplings again. I wanted to give my mom a surprise because it was her birthday. I wrapped a dumpling with a sugar filling, put it into a circle of dumplings in the cover curtain, and then said to my mom, "Today you have to eat this dumpling with a sugar filling, and you will be very lucky!"

Mom shook her head and laughed, saying, "How can I be so lucky to have such a big pile of dumplings?" She said, she personally put the dumplings into the pot, dumplings like a tail of small silver fish in the rolling water up and down, full of life. Looking into my mom's dim old eyes, I could see that she was trying to get to that sugar dumpling!

The hot dumplings were served on a plate and brought to the table, and I put three dumplings on my mom's plate first. On the second dumpling mom bit into the sugar filling and exclaimed in surprise, "Yo! I really ate it!" I said, "Why don't you say you're lucky?" Mom's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.

Actually, mom's eyes were just too dim. She didn't know that I had pulled a little stunt and wrapped a marked lace dumpling with sugar filling. It was the lace dumpling that she had taught me to make. The lace is full of mother's love, now I would like to lace dumplings to please the elderly buy mother's joy and happiness.