Grandma is preparing to cook and fry mushrooms. She washed the vegetables and mushrooms first, then cut the vegetables into sections and the mushrooms into small pieces. Chopped mushrooms are like handfuls of umbrellas flying in the air.
Grandma began to cook. She fired first, and with a bang, a blue flame emerged from the stove, like a dragon with a red tongue. Grandma set up the pot and poured a little oil. When the oil pan was hot, grandma poured the mushrooms in. No sooner had the mushrooms entered the oil pan than some naughty oil came out. She put the food into the oil pan again, and only heard the sound of firecrackers in the pan. Vegetables gradually change from green to dark green, and then gradually narrow. At this time, the fragrance wafted from the pot. Then, grandma picked up the salt, sprinkled two teaspoons, then picked up the sugar, sprinkled one teaspoon and stirred it a few times. Finally, grandma picked up the pot and put the fried dishes on a plate.
At this point, grandma had cooked all the dishes and was so tired that she was sweating all over. I tasted a piece of mushroom, hmm! That's good. I really want to cook a good dish for my grandmother when I grow up to repay her love for me!