My father has a tall body, a strong body and a smiling face. On weekends, he likes cooking best. Sometimes I'm not careful Just say that at noon today, his mother wouldn't let him cook, so he was busy in the kitchen. Cooking for a while, cooking for a while, and busy from time to time, he shouted: "Daughter, bring the rice to the table." I replied, "I'll be right there." When I finished, I immediately ran into the kitchen and served the dishes. Dad said to me, "How about you and mom try my craft?" My mother and I picked up chopsticks and began to eat slowly. Suddenly my mother said to me, "Son, try this crispy lotus root slice." I ate a slice and said to my father, "Dad, there is no salt in the lotus root slices you fried." Dad ran out of the kitchen and said, "How is that possible? Let me try. " After dad tasted it, he said shyly, "There is no salt. I'll handle it. " You see, my father loves to cook, and he is careless. I especially like my father.