I saw my mother choose the dishes first. She chose yellow leaves and moth-eaten leaves and washed them on the water pipe. After washing the vegetables, cut the celery into 5 cm pieces on the cutting board, and finally it's time to fry. Mom turns on the liquefied gas first, heats the pot, then puts the oil in. When the oil is hot, put the celery in. I only heard the sound of "zi", which scared me a lot. My mother quickly stirred up and down. After about two or three minutes, my mother added a proper amount of salt, spices and monosodium glutamate, and a smell came to my nose. It smells really good!
Mother shoveled the plate into the plate and began to eat. The food was delicious and delicious, and I enjoyed it. I think: when I grow up, I will also cook good food for my parents.
2. Mom is cooking. Xiaohong is helping her wash the dishes. Today is the weekend. I have nothing to do after supper. I offered to let me do the dishes tonight, and my mother agreed.
I can't wait to put the bowl in the kitchen and put it carefully in the basin. Learn from mom's usual way of washing dishes, first put on an apron, then turn on the tap to drain the water into the basin, and then turn off the tap when the water in the basin is half full. Squeeze a few more drops of detergent into the water and gently stir them with your hands. You will find that the detergent quickly spreads around, and many white bubbles will appear on the water. Some of these bubbles gather together, like whispers; Some are bubbles, like lonely dolls standing on the water; Others walked together in droves, as if holding an exhibition ... it looked bright in the light. I picked up the dish towel, soaked it in water and gave them a bath. I held the bowl in one hand and the plate in the other, and scrubbed it carefully inside and out. Because it wasn't my first time to wash dishes, I washed most of them quickly.
After a while, there was only one bowl left! I picked it up and saw that this bowl was unusual: it was full of oil stains and there were many grains of rice stuck around it. I can't help but be shocked to see this. It is still a big "project". I washed the bowl with detergent first, and the oil in the bowl suddenly decreased a lot. "It doesn't seem difficult." I said to myself. Then, I picked up the bowl in my left hand and rubbed it back and forth with my right hand handkerchief. The oil stain was quickly defeated by my hands. Then, I attacked the rice stuck in the bowl. I tried to wipe the dish towel back and forth, but it never came down. I tried to buckle it with my nails again, but it still didn't move. It didn't disappear after a long time. I thought to myself: Is there a lack of detergent? I added a lot of detergent and wiped it with all my strength. I only heard a thump. It seems that there was too much detergent, and the bowl suddenly fell into the nearby pool. I was shocked and quickly picked up the bowl and looked at it. Fortunately, it's not broken, otherwise I'll be miserable. I keep rubbing and rubbing, but stubborn stains just won't come off. I was just about to give up. At this moment, the bowl seemed to say to me, "You can't just leave me alone. What difficulties can't be overcome? " Come on, I believe you will get rid of this stubborn stain. "
I suddenly seem to regain my confidence, pick up the dish towel and continue to "attack" these stubborn stains. In this way, after nearly 5 minutes of cleaning, I finally cleaned the bowl. Then, I put the washed bowl under the tap to wash it. The water drops flowing down the river splashed like countless transparent pearls and washed away the foam in the bowl. In a blink of an eye, the dishes were cleaned and "washed" clean. They are radiant one by one, like new ones. I blinked at them, and they seemed to be smiling at me mischievously!
Only by washing dishes this time did I know that housework was so tiring. I must do more things within my power in the future to reduce the burden on my parents.
3. composition watching my mother cook and eat every day, I don't think my mother cooks well.
One day, I watched my mother cook and learned. I cook for everyone, and it must be better than my mother. Today, when I came home from school, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen and walked into the kitchen gently. I saw my mother preparing to burn tomatoes and scrambled eggs.
I saw my mother break the egg, pour the egg white and yolk into the bowl, and keep stirring with chopsticks for a while, and the egg turned into egg paste. Mother cut the tomatoes into small pieces again.
The preparations were finished, and mother began to burn. Mother turned on the range hood first, then lit the gas stove and put it in the wok. Then she poured the oil into the pot and put the onion and ginger in it.
I saw my mother waiting, so I asked curiously, "Mom, what are you waiting for? Why not just put the eggs and tomato pieces in? " Mom smiled and replied, "You can't put the dishes in until the oil is boiled." Oh! I see! Cooking is also learned.
The oil boiled, and my mother gently put the eggs in the pot and kept turning it over. After a while, it turned into a big omelet. Mother cut the egg roll into pieces with a shovel and put it on a plate for later use.
Then I put a little oil in the pot. When the oil is hot, I fry the tomatoes in the pot, add seasoning, fry them until they are half cooked, and then put the eggs in and fry them. After a while, a fragrant smell came to my nose, and my mother put the food on the plate. I think it's not easy to cook a simple dish! It's a shame to think that I am very picky about my mother's cooking at ordinary times! Mom cooks for us every day, so hard, I am not satisfied.
Tonight, I tasted the food cooked by my mother with relish. I think the food smells good today.
4. composition watching my mother cook and eat every day, I don't think my mother cooks well. One day, I watched my mother cook and learned. I cook for everyone, and it must be better than my mother.
Today, when I came home from school, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen and walked into the kitchen gently. I saw my mother preparing to burn tomatoes and scrambled eggs. I saw my mother break the egg, pour the egg white and yolk into the bowl, and keep stirring with chopsticks for a while, and the egg turned into egg paste. Mother cut the tomatoes into small pieces again. The preparations were finished, and mother began to burn. Mother turned on the range hood first, then lit the gas stove and put it in the wok. Then she poured the oil into the pot and put the onion and ginger in it. I saw my mother waiting, so I asked curiously, "Mom, what are you waiting for? Why not just put the eggs and tomato pieces in? " Mom smiled and replied, "You can't put the dishes in until the oil is boiled." Oh! I see! Cooking is also learned. The oil boiled, and my mother gently put the eggs in the pot and kept turning it over. After a while, it turned into a big omelet. Mother cut the egg roll into pieces with a shovel and put it on a plate for later use. Then I put a little oil in the pot. When the oil is hot, I fry the tomatoes in the pot, add seasoning, fry them until they are half cooked, and then put the eggs in and fry them. After a while, a fragrant smell came to my nose, and my mother put the food on the plate.
I think it's not easy to cook a simple dish! It's a shame to think that I am very picky about my mother's cooking at ordinary times! Mom cooks for us every day, so hard, I am not satisfied. Tonight, I tasted the food cooked by my mother with relish. I think the food smells good today.
5. Writing Watch Mom cook and watch Mom cook and write.
Today, when I grew up and wanted to cook for everyone, I ran to the kitchen to watch my mother cook. Mom asked me to eat braised pork ribs today. I couldn't help jumping up, because it was my favorite.
Mother washes the chopped ribs, onions and other ingredients first. Turn on the gas stove, light the fire, pour Huang Chengcheng oil into the pot, and it will overheat.
I heard a creak, and my mother had put the ribs in the pot. She turned the whole ribs over with a spatula, just like a swimmer. Wait until both sides are yellow, then pour out the excess oil. Mother added soy sauce, onions and sugar to the ribs. I asked my mother, "Why do you add so much soy sauce, onions and sugar?"
"Mom replied," The ribs are colored only when they are added, fragrant only when they are added with onions, and delicious only when they are added with sugar.
After listening to this, my mother really smelled a smell of meat and couldn't help but want to have a taste. Mother said, "Don't worry, it's still early!" " "Mom turned down the fire and let the ribs stay stuffy in the pot for ten minutes. Braised pork ribs finally appeared, and everyone ate them with relish.
I praised my mother: "Your cooking is simply the best in the world."
6. First grade composition, mom is cooking. Today, my mother taught me to cook.
First cut the vegetables, then cut the seasonings, then boil the pot to extract oil, then pour the vegetables and seasonings in, then stir fry, and then turn off the heat. Ten minutes later, a sumptuous dish is ready.
We started making soup again, and the soup was soon ready. It smells delicious.
Mother asked me to grab some rice and put it in the rice cooker to make rice. My mother and I started cooking other dishes again. We are joking and cooking. After a while, the meal will be ready. Although cooking is a little tired, I am still very happy to learn to cook!
Today, I learned to cook. I am very happy, and so is my mother! She was glad that I had learned to cook.
7. Watching my mother write a composition. When I came home from school today, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen and walked into the kitchen gently. I saw my mother preparing scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
I saw my mother break the egg, pour the egg white and yolk into the bowl, and keep stirring with chopsticks for a while, and the egg turned into egg paste. Mother cut the tomatoes into small pieces again.
The preparations were finished, and mother began to burn. Mother turned on the range hood first, then lit the gas stove and put it in the wok. Then she poured the oil into the pot and put the onion and ginger in it.
I saw my mother waiting, so I asked curiously, "Mom, what are you waiting for? Why not just put the eggs and tomato pieces in? " Mom smiled and replied, "You can't put the dishes in until the oil is boiled." Oh! I see! Cooking is also learned.
The oil boiled, and my mother gently put the eggs in the pot and kept turning it over. After a while, it turned into a big omelet. Mother cut the egg roll into pieces with a shovel and put it on a plate for later use.
Then I put a little oil in the pot. When the oil is hot, I fry the tomatoes in the pot, add seasoning, fry them until they are half cooked, and then put the eggs in and fry them. After a while, a fragrant smell came to my nose, and my mother put the food on the plate.