A pamphlet full of stories about my family, I just turned a page. Oh, it's a cooking competition. Mo Ran added a note to my desk, which read: "Attention, there will be a home cooking competition this Sunday with rich prizes. Please get ready quickly. " How can I not be tempted after receiving an invitation card? "Rich gift", is it a big doll? I consulted a lot of recipes in Sunday's game. But what are my parents doing? Look, dad has been practicing cooking in the kitchen. He is used to holding a pen and a rice shovel, and his posture is not standard at all. My mother specializes in recipes in the study like me. This Sunday is definitely a good show! I thought to myself, today is Sunday, and the usually deserted kitchen is very lively. As the host, my mother said,' I declare each family cooking competition officially started, and the first contestant's father appeared', and then there was a song to accompany it. Hey, dad is wearing a kitchen hat and a white coat, which is a bit awkward, but it does smell like a chef. The music stopped. Slice two cucumbers in an instant. The host's mother commented: "Great strength, poor knife skills, failure." Dad came out in frustration and saw me snickering. He immediately pretended to be careless. He said, "I don't hesitate to cook," I replied, "to comfort myself." Then the second contestant's mother came on stage. She turned on the gas and picked up a kitchen knife. One thousand milliliters of clear water, one cucumber, two egg yolks, a little salt and a little vegetarian food. Oh, my God, what is this mess? Anyway, I mixed them together and it was just a dish. Needless to say, the first place is mom, the second place is dad, and the third place is of course myself. Come and try this dish. As soon as they tasted it, the three of them scrambled to grab the dirty bucket. Haha, the cooking contest is over, and my story is over. Happy family, happy family.