Usually spoiled by grandparents, spoiled by parents. At home, I am the youngest, so my relatives love me very much. I have lived like the apple of my eye since I was a child. That was the first time I cooked for my parents. That day, I came home, and my mother was lying in bed. Seeing me back, she hurried out of bed and wanted to cook for me. As soon as she began to speak, her voice was full of nasal sounds. It's much hotter than me. I quickly arranged for my mother to sit down, gave her medicine and said, "Mom, you are sick. Let me cook. " My mother looked at me anxiously, and just wanted to say something, but I said, "Okay, okay, I'll do it myself." I'm going to cook. Although I have done it before, it's all scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Can I do that? I secretly pinched a cold sweat. I turned out the menu, frowning, and turned over the dazzling menu page by page. Finally found a dish suitable for patients to eat, ready to start cooking. My mother came in again and asked me, "Can you do it?" I looked down and prepared to say,' Don't you just cook porridge and cook a dish? Why not? "Paused for a moment, he said," you go back and lie down. Why did you come out again? "Washing vegetables and cutting into pieces are usually simple steps. Why is it so hard to find me? I almost cut my hand several times. The patient would have cooked porridge with a small fire, and the millet was rotten, but I did this seemingly simple porridge cooking process several times and it was almost a mess. The fire is small, it doesn't boil for a long time, and it comes out in a few minutes. Cooking is too difficult. Spinach with a little fermented bean curd, oil with vegetables and fermented bean curd, every step can't be done well. Douchi and a little sugar are rich in flavor, which can make patients appetizing. After a series of stumbling, I finally made this seemingly simple meal. " Dinner! "I watched my mother eat with expectation, and her eyes sparkled. She said to me, "it's delicious, better than in the restaurant." "I tasted it. A dish is salty and a dish is light. I wonder-why my mother says it's delicious! I asked my mother, and she smiled and didn't give me an answer. My mom went to bed, and my dad came back and tasted my cooking. I told him what my mother said, and he smiled and said, "Do you know that the smell of home belongs to servants? The chef in the restaurant doesn't know who is cooking for him, but cooking for his family is different, because with' heart' as seasoning, everything will be delicious. " It suddenly dawned on me. I remember my mother buying food and cooking every day. For so many years, every meal my mother cooked was so delicious. I thought it was a matter of course to be here, but I finally found out how much I love my family. I walked into the room, hugged my mother, hugged her.