Usually spoiled by grandparents, spoiled by mom and dad. At home, I am the youngest, so my relatives love me very much. I have lived like the apple of my eye since I was a child.
That was the first time I cooked for my parents.
That day, I came home, and my mother was lying in bed. Seeing me back, she quickly got out of bed and cooked for me. As soon as my mother starts talking, there is a strong nasal sound in her voice. I didn't feel right until I asked. Oh, my mother caught a cold. I tried my mother's forehead. It's much hotter than me. I quickly arranged for my mother to sit down, gave her medicine and said, "Mom, you are sick. Let me cook. " My mother looked at me anxiously, and just wanted to say something, but I said, "Okay, okay, I'll do it myself."
I'm going to cook. Although I have done it before, it's all scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Can I do that? I secretly pinched a cold sweat.
I dug out the cookbook, frowning and turning over the dazzling cookbook page by page, and finally found a dish suitable for patients to eat, ready to start cooking. My mother came in and asked me, "Will you cook?" I looked down and prepared to say,' Don't you just cook porridge and cook a dish? Why not? "Paused for a moment, he said," you go back and lie down. Why did you come out again? "
Washing vegetables into pieces is usually a simple step. Why is it so hard to find me? I almost cut my hand several times. The patient would have cooked porridge with a small fire, and the millet was rotten, but I did this seemingly simple porridge cooking process several times and it was almost a mess. The fire is small, it doesn't boil for a long time, and it comes out in a few minutes. Cooking is too difficult. Spinach with a little fermented bean curd, oil with vegetables and fermented bean curd, every step can't be done well. Douchi and a little sugar are rich in flavor, which can make patients appetizing. After a series of stumbling, I finally cooked this seemingly simple meal. "Have a meal!"
I watched my mother eat with anticipation, and my eyes sparkled. She said to me, "It's delicious, much better than that in the restaurant." I tasted it. One dish was salty and the other was weak. I wonder-why my mother says it's delicious! I asked my mother, and she smiled and didn't give me an answer.
Mom went to sleep, dad came back and tasted my cooking. I told him what my mother said. He smiled and said, "Do you know that home smells like a servant? The chef in the restaurant doesn't know who to cook for, but cooking for his family is different, because with' heart' as seasoning, everything will be delicious. "
It suddenly dawned on me.
I also remember my mother buying food and cooking every day, but every meal my mother cooked was so delicious for so many years. I thought it was a matter of course to be here, but I never found out how much I love my family. I walked into the room, hugged my mother and said to her, "Thank you, mom, for cooking so delicious every meal for so many years."