Because mom is busy at work, grandma cooks all the meals at home. Seeing other children eating the sweetness of mom's cooking, I thought: I wish I could eat mom's cooking sometime.
The opportunity has finally come.
One day, grandma took her brother to my aunt's house, leaving only my mother, grandpa and me at home. Because nothing happened, we all sat on the sofa watching TV. At noon, grandma hasn't come back yet, and we are already hungry. It seems that we can only choose one of us for lunch. First of all, I was eliminated because I was too young to cook. Next, grandpa was kicked out. With a mother at home, he can't let grandpa, a big man, cook for his elders, can he? In the end, my mother was naturally chosen as the chef for lunch.
This is the first time I saw my mother go into the kitchen. I must not miss the opportunity to enjoy it. I saw my mother put on her apron and went into the kitchen. Hey! Really like a capable housewife. I saw her cut the food in a few strokes, and I could hardly hear the sound of cutting the food. I thought to myself, mom is so neat. After a while, the children's dishes were put into the pot. As before, the dishes were ready without hearing any sound. After a while, all the dishes were served, and it took only ten minutes before and after, which was really fast! "Dinner is ready-!" We long-awaited "hungry people" quickly sat down at the table.
I saw the dishes on the table were beautiful, including green beans and potatoes from Huang Cancan. Bright green beans with red meat slices are really impeccable in color matching, and yellow potato chips are extremely rich in color. In terms of shape, it is also reasonable: slender beans, square pieces of meat, round potatoes (hardly cut), and many kinds. I picked up a potato and sent it to my mouth. "wow! So crisp! " I can't help shouting. Another product, how is it raw! I put another bean in it, which is also raw. Look at that palm-sized piece of meat, hehe! I can remember for a long time now. I picked up the meat and took a small bite. I found blood in it. Finally, I had to fill my stomach with rice, but when I opened the rice cooker, I saw, alas! Rice is still in the water! It turned out that my mother only plugged in the power and forgot to press the brake of the rice cooker.
At this time, my cat came over and shouted "Meow!" Screaming, I remembered that it didn't have lunch like us. You can just give it the meat you can't eat, so as not to throw it away. Unfortunately, I didn't expect the cat to smell it and turn around and leave. Ha ha! Mom's cooking doesn't even eat cats.
On this day, we were just hungry, and the mess in the kitchen had to be cleaned up when grandma came back.
Article 2: Mom in the kitchen
Author: Cen Shibei is about to have dinner! I saw my mother still busy and noisy in the kitchen.
I saw my mother wearing an apron, gloves and sleeves, coming to the wok, picking up a spatula and frying vegetables intently. After a while, she was beating eggs again. She quickly put the beaten eggs into the pot in three steps and two steps. Then, she grabbed the handle of the pot with one hand and turned the pot over and over, so that both sides of the egg were fried until bright. After a look, she immediately put down the pot and covered it. Then, she put the rice in the pressure cooker and ran to the wok, holding a spatula in her hand and frying it skillfully. Suddenly, the kitchen became "steaming".
"Ji Ji Ji ...", the pressure cooker let out a cry, and my mother turned to the pressure cooker with a worried and serious expression and turned off the gas. The rice is ready, the dishes in the pot are ready, and my mother smiles and brings pots of delicious food to the table.
Look, what a clever "cook"!
The Third Symphony in the Kitchen
Street Primary School Class 3 (6) Wang Nan
There are many beautiful songs in the world, and my favorite is the tinkling sound from the kitchen when my mother is cooking.
There are guests at home, and mom is going to show her talents. She rolled up her sleeves, tied on her apron and went into the kitchen. My father and I went to accompany the guests. Although sitting in front of the guests, Xin followed her mother to the kitchen.
My ears are particularly sensitive to all kinds of sounds coming from the kitchen: "Hua Hua". This is the sound of running water. Mother has already started washing vegetables. This is the prelude to the Kitchen Symphony. "Dangdang, wipe", the voice is crisp and neat, very rhythmic, and suddenly reminds me of my mother's skillful swordsmanship. Oh, this is the first movement of the symphony. I heard the crash of spatula and iron pan again. One moment, my mother started cooking, and the next moment, there was the sound of "Hua Hua" turning vegetables, which was skillful and light. This is the best part of the symphony. The sound of "jingle bells" means that mom is beating dishes from the pot, indicating that dad is going to serve. This is the end of the symphony.
Just when my mother shouted "dinner is ready"! Dishes of delicious dishes were served on the table, and the room was filled with the smell of vegetables. The symphony in the kitchen is over.
Comments:
This is an imaginative composition. Children imagine all kinds of sounds made by their mother when cooking as a symphony, and vividly describe the whole cooking process through the prelude-* * *-ending. At the same time, I also praised my mother for her skillful cooking. As can be seen from the composition, the young author is a man of heart, and his voice has aroused rich imagination. This composition is full of novelty and creativity.
Instructor: Yang
On Friday night, diligent mother got into the kitchen as soon as she got home. As soon as I hung an apron on my body, I began to get busy. My mother washed the rice first and put it in the pressure cooker, then picked the vegetables and washed them. All the flowers have been washed 10 minutes. Stir-fry the cabbage first, then the lean meat. First, mother washed the meat, put it on the brick board piece by piece, and cut it. When the hot pot "Hula" steamed, the oil was even after a few shovels. Then, mother "poured the meat into the pot, sprinkled some salt and put some more."
Soy sauce, shovel a few times, and finally put a little cumin powder in it, making a few more noises. A plate of cumin-flavored lean meat is fried in this way, and the lampblack tastes delicious.
A kitchen, but my mother was not tired, so she put it on a plate and watched the delicious lean meat and cumin together. That's great. Full of flavor
My little greedy cat couldn't wait to eat a piece with chopsticks. It burned my doll and shouted.
I just want to say, mom, you have worked hard. You study hard to make anything for us, lest we get tired of eating. You try to cook for this family in different ways.
3. Write a diary to record the scene when my mother cooks. Today, I watched my mother cook, and my mother made jar beans. I looked at the hard jar beans and thought: Can I eat such hard things? Mother cut the jar beans into pieces with a kitchen knife, put them in the basket, then opened the liquefied gas valve, took out the spatula and pot for cooking, and turned on the ignition switch on the stove. At that moment, the fire came out in a circle, like a shining stage. Mother put the pot on the stove, waited for the steam to smoke, then picked up a bottle of oil, unscrewed the lid and poured the oil into the pot. The jar beans were poured in with a swish, and I watched my mother cook quickly and skillfully. Then, there was a crackling sound in the pot, just like the sound of firecrackers. I hurried back two steps. After a while, a faint fragrance floated out of the pot and attracted me. I leaned out. At first glance, my mother seems to have magic power.
It turned out that my mother put oil in the middle, but why did they become so tender? This question puzzles me. My mother seemed to read my mind and said, "I stir-fry jar beans with a spatula and put sugar, salt and monosodium glutamate." As soon as mother saw that the beans were about to burn, she turned off the fire and put them on the plate.
I ate a jar of beans, which was delicious and left me with an endless aftertaste.
I am eager to cook for my mother. After watching TV today, my mother hasn't come back yet. At this point, my stomach is crying with hunger. My mother works very hard. How tired she is when she comes back to cook for me! So I had a brainwave. I want to help my mother cook. It's easier said than done. I usually have a mouth to reach for food and clothes. Today, I am very busy in the kitchen. I thought of my mother's daily care for the whole family, and I must help her share the housework in the future. I don't know how much water to put when cooking. No more, no less. I'll let it go at once. I think more is better than less. When cooking, I don't know what to do, so I quickly find my mother's recipe and start cooking according to the above steps. Hehe, I don't even know the difference between sugar and salt, so I have to bite the bullet and do it. The smoke is too big, and it is useless to open it. I think it's hard for my mother to endure it every day. I used to be too lazy, every day. We must correct it in the future. I made a mess in the kitchen, but I was busy washing dishes. It tastes sweet at first, and some are half-cooked. Rice is boiled into porridge. I really realized my mother's hard work, and everything was not that simple. At this moment, the doorbell rang, and I hurried to see that my mother had gone home. My mother saw me dirty in the kitchen and my masterpiece, but she didn't blame me. Instead, she held me tightly in her arms. Later, I ate my meal with my mother. Although I know it tastes terrible, my mother still eats it with relish and keeps saying that I have grown up and know how to help my mother share the housework. I was very unhappy and secretly decided to help my mother do more housework in the future.
5. Kitchen sonata (400 words) Fourth grade composition Dad cooks.
Hard-working father came home as soon as he got off work, knocked on the door and entered the kitchen. The faucet slammed into the basin and a lot of water leaked out. Little green vegetables plunged into the basin and took a comfortable bath. The gas stove crackled and flames came out. Oil dances, and small vegetables jump into the iron pot. Put the small vegetables in, and a plate of delicious small vegetables will be ready. Dad took the vegetables to the dining table and then got into the kitchen. The faucet sang a song, and several big bones jumped into the basin together. Dad put on gloves and put his hand into the washbasin to wash the blood off the bones. The bone was cut into small pieces. Dad took half a pot of water. Put some onions, some yellow wine, some salt and some vinegar and cook for half an hour. Half an hour later, my father opened the lid, took out the mug, put in the soup and served it. I cooked two dishes, my mother came back and the three of us ate together.
6. I revised my composition with my parents (400 words for the fifth grade composition). The memories cherished in my heart these two days are unforgettable. The memory of living with my mother is also unforgettable. Every memory will make me sweeter than eating honey. I have a mother who loves me. My mother is a simple, kind and hardworking person. My mother helps me cook every day. Actually, her mother is. Later, because my father was busy at work, my mother became the chef of our family. My father and I both think that my mother's cooking is not delicious. Obviously, my mother was very sad, but after countless studies and attempts by her mother, she was finally able to cook delicious food. My mother goes home early to cook every day. When I come back late, I will lose my temper and think. I should be considerate of my mother, but my mother was silent. Don't dispute anything with me. I know my mother loves me, so I can't do anything for her. When my mother comes back from hard work and is busy cooking at home, there will always be funny things. Either she doesn't turn on the switch when cooking, or she burns or breaks dishes and bowls. The funniest thing is that when her mother was copying vegetables, she took water from the tap and drank the remaining water. Mom was so busy that she forgot everything. At this moment, I felt a pang of bitterness in my nose, and my tears almost fell! "For a while, I was with my mother. I didn't want the relationship between my mother and my daughter, but I chatted with her and went out to play together like good friends. Another time, I bickered with my mother and had a good time. My mother doesn't look like an elder at all. She is very kind and concerned about me in front of me. She is always nagging me everywhere. But I know my mother is nagging. Mom, I know your pains. I will make myself get excellent grades, repay you well when I grow up and make your life happy. Mom, I love you. Your kindness to me will always reverberate in my mind, and I will always remember this wonderful memory.