Anyway, I think my cooking is super delicious, but my family says my cooking is black, and no one wants to eat it unless it is normal. Every time I let them taste my cooking, they feel as if it is poisonous and especially dislike me. Occasionally there are exceptions, but there are too few.

After I went to school in the north, I ate pasta almost every day. I like eating noodles at home. After going to college, I found that the noodles in the north are simply varied and never bring the same kind. I am also very satisfied. Last time my roommate made me oil-sprinkled noodles in the dormitory, I think I learned. I bought a bag of flour at home during the summer vacation. I study hard at home every day, but I haven't succeeded once. I still think the failed food is delicious.

I like eating instant noodles. My parents wouldn't let me eat when I was a child. Now that I'm older, they can't help it and start eating them. I like fried instant noodles. First, soak the noodles in water, then put them in a pot and start frying. Add some seasonings and tomatoes. I think the world is delicious. Last time, I fried a big plate at home and ate it all. At that time, I made a circle of friends and someone asked me how to do it. It looks delicious. My sister in the dormitory asked me to fry it when I went back to school.

I think lotus root slices are also delicious. I didn't know lotus root slices could be cooled before. I only met them when I came to the north. I made it myself at home. At that time, my parents thought I was fooling around, but in the end I ate a lot. Some time ago, I fried lotus root slices in the dormitory, wrapped them in flour, and then fried them in oil. This is my first attempt and it was very successful. I made a bowl and was swept by the people in the dormitory.

I can accept my own cooking, even if it's not delicious, because I cooked it myself!