Dad is an expert in cooking in our family, so I like his cooking best. Dad not only cooks delicious food, but also is a "good recipe". Today, I told my sister to eat fish, and a few hours later my father brought a plate of fish. Say eat shrimp,
Dad will bring it to us even if he goes to war ... no matter what we say, as long as dad can do it, he will do it for us! "Squeak, squeak ..." The pan was oily, and my father promised to make fried meat with garlic moss for us. Cheer up
Dancing in the pot, my heart beat to my father's hand. Dad bit his lip. "What's the matter, Dad?" I have been watching my father cook. Dad said, "Nothing!" Soon, delicious food is ready.
Finally, my sister and I ate with relish, giving my father a thumbs-up while eating. Dad watched us wolfing down food, and a happy smile on his face bloomed like a flower. Dad doesn't seem to hurt at all. ...
My father has been coughing since I was born. I have always been puzzled, but the final result is: Dad neglected himself because he cared too much about us. One winter, my father and I walked home from my grandmother's house. It's freezing outside,
The naughty north wind makes people tremble. My nose is red with cold, and my father is very distressed when he sees it. He put his fur coat on me, but he was wordy and only wore a sweater. "Cough! Cough! " dad
A violent cough. Cough a few mouthfuls of white gas, but it's gone. When I got home, my mother taught my father a lesson: "You are really an adult! You can't protect yourself! You have a cold yourself, don't you know? ..... "It's covered with.
Dad's coat, but I still look blank.
Ah! Fatherly love is great and selfless, which happens in the small details of our lives.