At my request, grandma promised to make me "braised pork ribs". Grandma made some preparations before cooking, washed the ribs, chopped them into small pieces, and cut the onions and ginger. Then grandma cleaned the pot and lit it with a bang. After a few seconds, she poured some oil. When the oil smoked, she put the ribs in the pot. I saw grandma with a knife and shovel, stir-fry a few times unhurriedly, add chopped green onion and shredded ginger, add a few drops of soy sauce, sprinkle half a spoonful of salt and stir-fry again. Then, grandma poured half a basin of water into the pot, covered the lid and stewed the meat.
About a quarter of an hour later, the soup gradually dried up, and grandma unhurriedly sprinkled some monosodium glutamate and stirred it a few times. "All right," grandma said, pouring the dishes into the plate. It smells good. I can't wait to pick up chopsticks, put a chopstick in my mouth, close my eyes and taste it carefully.