Model essay on fifth-grade narrative: making a new dish.
On New Year's Eve, I want to show my cards to the whole family. I have chosen the menu-fried Flammulina velutipes! "Mom and dad, you have a rest! Let me show you something! " Say that finish, I began to do.
I washed the Flammulina velutipes first, and took out two eggs and some flour. Stir the seasoning for later use. I break up the eggs, and then let Flammulina velutipes evenly "cover" with a layer of "egg coat". Then Flammulina velutipes, which was "covered" with an egg coat, put on a white armor.
When the oil is hot, I carefully slide the Flammulina velutipes into the pot, because I have learned the ferocity of these hooligans before when cooking. I stretched out my arms for fear that they would jump on me. Ding, a bunch of Flammulina velutipes slipped into the pot, and then I put a few more strings. Take out when both sides are fried until golden. Looking at a plate full of Flammulina velutipes. I'm finally relieved.
After dinner, my family sat at the table and began to taste my cooking. Dad dipped in seasoning and ate one, saying, "Well, it's delicious!" " My mother also praised me for eating, saying, "It's crispy and delicious." I listened, and my heart was filled with joy. "By the way, send some back to your grandparents and let them taste it." Mom said. "Yes!" I should have replied.
By cooking this dish, I thought that my parents would cook for us every day. We should not only consider the delicious food, but also consider whether the food is safe and secure ... So I decided to share the tedious housework for my parents and help them do more housework in my spare time.