Dishes Xiaoji

I am the laziest member of my family, and it's all my mother's fault. She spoiled me by not letting me do anything.

One day, for some reason, my mother asked me to cook for her on a whim. But I am a person who wants to reach out all day, and I don't need this lady to do housework at all. I've never cooked. But on second thought, it's just cooking. Move spatula. It's simple. "Just do it, and let you taste this young lady's craft." So I chose the simple and delicious fried Chinese cabbage.

I suddenly froze when I was ready to do it, and I didn't know what to do at all. I looked at my mother for help, and she didn't even look at me. Hum, it's better to ask for help than to ask for help. I turn over the menu myself.

I wash the cabbage first. Ah, the water is so cold that my delicate hands are frozen stiff. I washed it casually, and I don't know if those disgusting dirt and bugs have been washed away. It's time to cut vegetables. I cut the vegetables in a few strokes with a big knife, but almost every paragraph is big and small, long and short, which is really distinctive. Forget it. Let's start cooking. I poured some oil into the pot and waited for about half a minute. When the oil is hot, I quickly pour the vegetables into the pot. Originally, I wanted to toss the pot like a chef, but as soon as I put it, the flowers scattered and the leaves flew around, so I had to honestly turn it over with a spatula. It doesn't matter if you don't turn it. As soon as you turn it over, oil splashes on your hands, and I drop my spatula in pain. This alarm alarmed my mother, who rushed in screaming, "What's the matter? What's wrong? " You can't lose the chain at the critical moment. I quickly picked up the spatula and replied in a panic: "Nothing, nothing." Grabbed a handful of salt and monosodium glutamate in the dish to cover it.

You're done! I cheered, but I saw the ground was a mess: leaves were sleeping on the ground, oil was spilled everywhere, and poor recipes were killed. Let's do the good thing to the end. I picked up a rag to clean up the oil stains and swept the leaves into the trash can with a broom. After doing this, my back ached, but I happily took out the food for my mother to taste.

I am embarrassed to mention the taste of that dish again, but the expression on my mother's face when she tasted it was deeply imprinted on my mind. I can't forget the joy in my mother's eyes, as if that dish of Chinese cabbage was the most delicious in the world.

Dishes Xiaoji

I am the laziest member of my family, and it's all my mother's fault. She spoiled me by not letting me do anything.

One day, for some reason, my mother asked me to cook for her on a whim. But I am a person who wants to reach out all day, and I don't need this lady to do housework at all. I've never cooked. But on second thought, it's just cooking. Move spatula. It's simple. "Just do it, and let you taste this young lady's craft." So I chose the simple and delicious fried Chinese cabbage.

I suddenly froze when I was ready to do it, and I didn't know what to do at all. I looked at my mother for help, and she didn't even look at me. Hum, it's better to ask for help than to ask for help. I turn over the menu myself.

I wash the cabbage first. Ah, the water is so cold that my delicate hands are frozen stiff. I washed it casually, and I don't know if those disgusting dirt and bugs have been washed away. It's time to cut vegetables. I cut them with a wave of my hand, but almost every paragraph is big and small, long and short, which is really distinctive. Forget it. Let's start cooking. I poured some oil into the pot and waited for about half a minute. When the oil is hot, I quickly pour the vegetables into the pot. Originally, I wanted to toss the pot like a chef, but as soon as I put it, the flowers scattered and the leaves flew around, so I had to honestly turn it over with a spatula. It doesn't matter if you don't turn it. As soon as you turn it over, oil splashes on your hands, and I drop my spatula in pain. This alarm alarmed my mother, who rushed in screaming, "What's the matter? What's wrong? " You can't lose the chain at the critical moment. I quickly picked up the spatula and replied in a panic: "Nothing, nothing." Grabbed a handful of salt and monosodium glutamate in the dish to cover it.

You're done! I cheered, but I saw the ground was a mess: leaves were sleeping on the ground, oil was spilled everywhere, and poor recipes were killed. Let's do the good thing to the end. I picked up a rag to clean up the oil stains and swept the leaves into the trash can with a broom. After doing this, my back ached, but I happily took out the food for my mother to taste.

I am embarrassed to mention the taste of that dish again, but the expression on my mother's face when she tasted it was deeply imprinted on my mind. I can't forget the joy in my mother's eyes, as if that dish of Chinese cabbage was the most delicious in the world.