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One,

I think dad can cook.

At noon today, I went to the kitchen to see my father's cooking. At first glance, it is my favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I'm going to see how scrambled eggs with tomatoes are made.

I saw my father carefully knocked five fresh eggs in the bowl, put some yellow wine and salt, and made Huang Cancan's paste. Then wash the tomatoes spotless and cut them into small pieces. Then put a little oil in the oil pan. After a while, the oil pan became hot. Pour the eggs into the oil pan, fry them a few times, and then take them out. Then pour a little oil into the pot, pour the washed tomatoes into the pot and fry for about two minutes, and pour the eggs into the pot and stir fry with the tomatoes. Finally, add some sugar and salt, stir fry for a while, put the scrambled eggs with tomatoes in a bowl, and a bowl of delicious-scrambled eggs with tomatoes will be cooked.

Suddenly, a thick fragrance came to the nose. I couldn't resist the temptation of this fragrance and ran straight to the dish. My saliva rained down and I immediately wolfed down my food. I thought while eating: Dad's cooking is really delicious. I will learn to cook in the future to make my own dishes more delicious.

Second,

Tonight, because my mother didn't come home for dinner, my father had to show his talents and take office as a "first-class chef". Although he is said to be a "first-class chef", his skills are poor enough.

Dad tied up his apron and sleeves and began to work. Although he looks like a cook, he can only cook the simplest dishes. Today, he cooked a dish of cooking. First, he turned on the gas stove, and the blue flame licked the bottom of the pot. Dad poured some oil into the pan when the fire was baking the dry pan. When the oil was hot, he added vegetables and some ingredients Only heard a "ho" sound, hot air emerged from the pot, and dad quickly took a shovel in one hand and a pot handle in the other, and started cooking. Unexpectedly, my father's skill is quite good. He stir-fried confidently, flying in like a chef from time to time, and the air was filled with thick fragrance. However, because my father seldom practiced and didn't master the heat, the dishes turned yellow.

The most crucial step is to add seasoning. Success or failure is here. Dad was nervous, too. I saw that he carefully scooped up a little salt and put it in the pot. Then he put a little salt in it and tasted it. This feeling is very weak. He added a little salt and cooked it back and forth several times. Finally, the taste was adjusted. Look at his smug smile, it should taste good! Finally, he put the vegetables in a snow-white porcelain plate and decorated some small red tomatoes beside the plate. Suddenly, the faded vegetables are also cute. Buddha wants gold, man wants clothes. It seems that all the dishes are the same! I quickly picked up a chopstick and put it in my mouth. I tasted it carefully. Well, the salinity is moderate, but it's a little soft. I gave my father a high score of 90 points for his rare cooking. Dad, keep up the good work. I hope I can cook more delicious dishes next time. Don't live up to my son's expectations of you!