The lobby and kitchen that women want to go to. Being in the hall means that women should be beautiful, elegant, temperamental and fashionable; The next kitchen is for women to cook delicious meals. People's appearance is natural or cosmetic, but the kitchen under the kitchen needs to be learned the day after tomorrow. I have eaten many dishes cooked by my mother, such as fruit salad, roasted eggplant and emerald longan.
I also want to show off the menu today. I rummaged over and over again and decided to fry the most common dish: shredded potatoes.
I picked some big potatoes in the refrigerator, peeled them, washed them and cut them on the chopping board. Mom usually cuts potatoes like a chicken pecking at rice, and it will be cut in a while. But when I cut it, the knife didn't listen to me at all, as if it were designed to cut my hand. It took a lot of effort to finally cut it, but I still got it: long, short, thin and thick.
Then I opened the fire door, put the pot and poured oil. I was scared and nervous, and my hand with the oil pan broke out in a cold sweat and was still shaking. The more the pot burns, the redder it becomes. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and bravely poured the oil. The pot made a "Z-" sound, which scared me back again and again. After a while, the oil was hot, and I poured the potato down again, and the pot gave a "wow-"sound again. I covered my face nervously with a plate. Gradually, the voice became smaller. I opened my eyes and picked up a shovel to stir fry. Finally, add some salt and you're done.
I tasted the food and felt an indescribable joy in my heart. Suddenly, I feel that senior chefs in five-star hotels will not taste better than my fried dishes. From this time on, my specialty is cooking.