In the spring and autumn of December, it was my mother who cooked in the kitchen; In the Spring and Autumn Period, it was mother who mastered the cooking in the kitchen. In the Spring and Autumn Period of December, the first person to taste food was his mother. As far as I can remember, my father seldom goes in and out of the kitchen, but now he ... writes.
I sneaked into the kitchen, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Dad, you ..." "Your mother worked overtime today, so I can't let you eat instant noodles, so I have to make it myself ..."
Next to the stove, there is a book about recipes. My father read it carefully and nodded as he read it. Reading is like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves and starting to cook seriously. My father "executes" according to the recipe. At this time, due to his father's carelessness, a dish was burnt, only to hear his father sigh and do it again. Looking at my father who was nearly forty years old that year, looking at that anxious face and pale hair, a line of tears welled up in my eyes. composition
"Dad, I'll do it!"
"No, if I burn you, where will I regret it?" I couldn't beat him, so I had to silently watch the figure grow taller and taller in my mind. That figure is deeply imprinted in my heart and will never disappear, because it explains a father's love for his children.
After dinner, I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat at the table as if nothing had happened. When my father saw me, he grinned: "The child wronged you, and I promise to be more successful next time." I shook my head: "Thank you, Dad." Then pick up a bite of food and send it to your mouth. My father looked at me expectantly and asked, "What's the matter? Is it delicious? " I nodded my head hard and couldn't help crying ... The warmth filled every corner of this small home, as if happiness was frozen at this moment. ...