It was a summer afternoon. I was a little bored at home alone, so I went to the study to read. A colorful book caught my attention. I took it out and saw that it was a recipe book. I flipped through it casually, and there were various recipes for making delicious dishes, accompanied by beautiful pictures, which whetted my appetite. When I looked at the clock, it was less than 4 o'clock, and a thought suddenly flashed in my mind. Why not make a dinner according to the recipe and give my mother a surprise? I searched the refrigerator, studied the recipe, and got started.

I put on an apron like my mother did and decided to make pork rib soup first. I put the recipe on the kitchen table, and it said: 150 grams of ribs, 120 grams of soybean sprouts, and 100 grams of soft tofu. . . . . . Oops, I didn’t weigh it either, so I can only give a rough estimate. I put them into the pot one by one according to the instructions, turned on the high heat, and boiled them. Next I plan to make garlic cucumber, which is simple, cool and refreshing. I washed the cucumbers first, then cut them into slices and put them in a bowl. I was very careful when doing this, for fear of cutting my hands. Although the cut shapes didn’t look good, they were big, small, and thick. Thick, thin, but I can’t care about that much. Mix the minced garlic, chopped green onion, vinegar, salt, and sesame oil and pour it on the cucumber slices. Finally done! It took a lot of effort! This time I can understand the hardship of my mother. What seems to be a simple job is not so easy to do. At this time, the pot lid on the stove began to become "restless", steaming loudly, and no matter what, the soup overflowed. I hurried over and turned down the heat. The last dish is: scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I first took 2 tomatoes, gave them a "bath", cut them into pieces, and then mixed the eggs evenly and set aside. Then I turned on the fire and poured some oil into it. After it was spicy, I added the chopped tomatoes, salt, and MSG and stir-fried evenly. I poured the eggs in and stir-fried them together. For some reason, one side was not yet cooked. The other side was already mushy, so I hurriedly turned off the heat, stir-fried a few more times, and put the red and yellow ones on the plate. You're done!

At 6:30, the sound of her mother's key to open the door sounded outside. When she saw the two dishes and one soup on the table, she immediately understood what was going on. Although the pork rib soup was a bit bland, the cucumber was a bit salty, and the eggs were a bit mushy, we all enjoyed the meal.