He is ready now, except for the east wind! Finally, the bell rang, and with the teacher's "class dismissed", the "whoosh" of the big stomach king rushed to the canteen like an arrow. There has been a long queue in the restaurant. Hungry, he stamped his feet anxiously. While rubbing his growling stomach, he put the spoon in his mouth, stood on tiptoe and stretched his head out longer than the giraffe's neck. Looking at the people in front of the queue, he murmured, "How many people?" Don't wait for me, all the good dishes have been robbed! Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he thought of a "good idea"-cutting in line! I saw him sneak to the front, squeeze in at the right time, take the meal and run.
Before he put down the rice bowl, he plunged into it, like a hungry wolf who hadn't eaten for dozens of days, with his mouth full of oil and rice.
2. It's famous to taste 500 words of noodles! Most people in our city know it. What's the name of such famous noodles? That's it-the second pier.
There are at least 60 noodle restaurants in our city, but only our town has an authentic noodle restaurant.
In the evening, I went to the nearest noodle restaurant. As soon as I entered the door, there were quite a few people. The shop is not very big, but all the tables are full of customers. It is estimated that many people are from Zhuji! They are all waiting patiently for the noodles to come out.
While waiting, I noticed that the batter was holding a rolling pin that looked a little exaggerated and repeatedly pressed the case. After the rolling pin was plowed in a "wheat field" for half an hour, the dough became thin dough, folded and cut into noodles. When cooking, two pots are used at the same time. One pot boils noodles and the other pot cooks. Noodles are put into the wok at the right time, and then various materials are added according to personal taste to form a bowl of sub-dock noodles with unique flavor, including beef noodles, pork liver noodles, kidney flower noodles, green vegetable noodles and three fresh noodles.
I finally put a bowl of noodles in front of me. Noodles are strong and weighty. There are dried bean curd, bean sprouts and big chops on it. There is broth in its soup. According to the boss, it was cooked the night before, and then the bottom soup of every bowl of noodles was cooked. No wonder it is so delicious!
The manpower, time and cost of making a bowl of noodles can be imagined, but the price is very affordable. Generally, the price of 8 yuan money is increased according to different materials, and the most expensive one is probably 15 yuan. No wonder business is so prosperous.
No matter whether you are from Zhuji or not, as long as you like noodles, come and eat noodles from the pier for the second time, so as to ensure that you can't eat them once, and it will be memorable!
There are many organs in the human body in the process of food digestion. How interesting it would be if you ate them together as food! Such a scene took place during the food tour of Shanghai Science and Technology Museum.
Today, my father and I came to the Shanghai Science and Technology Museum. We played from the first floor to the third floor, sweating and having fun. Suddenly found an experience game called "Gourmet Journey". The queue was long and crowded with corridors. So I said to my father, Dad, this game must be very interesting. Shall we go to the queue? Dad said, "OK". Dad and I couldn't wait to run over. At this time, the staff said, "At least wait 1 hour", but I persisted. It's finally our turn. We turned into a big watermelon, put on our glasses and got ready to go. The fat man's big mouth opened. I looked inside. It was dark, like a bottomless valley. My heart jumped violently like a rabbit and entered my mouth. A lovely "small tongue" said, "Welcome to the gourmet tour …" I looked at it like a cute little guy.
Entering the first stop-"oral cavity", as soon as we entered the huge uvula, we began to talk: "Hey hey! Brothers, there is work to do! " "alas! We are all exhausted from eating too much with big mouths, "Fangfang complained. Suddenly, we followed an inclined esophagus and reached the stomach. At this moment, I suddenly found a lot of lemons on the ground and thought: Why are there so many lemons here? Just as I was wondering, a big face said, "Hello, my stomach acid here is enough to digest you." I suddenly realized that the lemon here is stomach acid! Under the stirring of gastric acid, we became paste and entered the small intestine. There are many faces around us, which suck away our nutrition. Finally, we passed through the large intestine and were discharged from the hepatic portal with the sound of "peeling off".
"Food Journey" tells the function of human organs, witnessed the whole process of food digestion in human body, and experienced a thrilling journey of digestive tract, which made us enjoy it.
The "gourmet tour" is really fun!
4. Describe the language, action and manner of the characters eating. Composition 100 words Boys eat.
The bell is about to ring, and my deskmate, "The Big Stomach King", has been beating the drums, only to see that his * * * has been knocked high, which is a hundred miles away from the stool; It has one foot outside the desk, one hand on the table, and the other hand holding a spoon, and intends to go to the "battlefield" first. He is ready now, except for the east wind! Finally, the bell rang, and with the teacher's "class dismissed", the "whoosh" of the big stomach king rushed to the canteen like an arrow. There has been a long queue in the restaurant. Hungry, he stamped his feet anxiously. While rubbing his growling stomach, he put the spoon in his mouth, stood on tiptoe and stretched his head out longer than the giraffe's neck. Looking at the people in front of the queue, he murmured, "How many people?" Don't wait for me, all the good dishes have been robbed! Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he thought of a "good idea"-cutting in line! I saw him sneak to the front, squeeze in at the right time, take the meal and run. Before he put down the rice bowl, he plunged into it, like a hungry wolf who hadn't eaten for dozens of days, wolfing down his mouth with oil and rice.
Girls eat.
There is a thin girl sitting in front of me. At about eleven o'clock in the morning, she ate two loaves of bread and couldn't hold on any longer. At noon 12, it's time for dinner. The students ate a delicious lunch with relish, but she just sat there and couldn't eat. At this time, the teacher came to invite her to dinner. Reluctantly, she picked up chopsticks, put some rice in her mouth and chewed slowly. She frowned, squeezed into a word "Sichuan" and kept complaining: "How is the chicken leg again?" But she didn't dare to pour the rice in front of the teacher, so she picked up the chicken leg, took a sip, and soon vomited, covering her mouth with her hand, as if to vomit. She quickly picked up the vegetable soup, took a few sips, then picked up chopsticks and counted the rice there. When all the students finished eating, she quickly poured the rice in the bowl into the trash can, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and hurried away from the "crime scene".
Old people eat.
The porridge in the pot is ready. Grandma got up from the bed and slowly moved her steps to the kitchen. She carefully put the porridge into a bowl, served it on the table while blowing, endured the heat and drank it. After only a few bites, the grandmother choked and her coughing hands began to shake. She accidentally bumped into the bowl and spilled porridge all over her. She thinks it's a waste. With trembling hands, she slowly picked up the porridge that fell to the ground and put it in her mouth. The porridge fell on the collar, and the grandmother simply lowered her head, craned her neck, licked the rice into her mouth, and then continued to eat.
Comments: This is simply a scene in a movie. By describing different people, the author describes their different performances when doing the same action, and depicts the characteristics of the characters very clearly. Great!
5. Write a composition on the topic of "roadside snacks". On the way to and from school every day, we can see that today is the first day of New Year's Day. Our family is going to burn incense in the "Life Temple" with friends, and then go for a stroll on Zumiao Road. When we walked to the new square, there were more and more people and more and more crowded. Next to Foshan Library, we also found some roadside stalls. Some people sell bracelets and necklaces, others sign autographs, some people sell sweet potatoes, and some people sell beef offal. Although they know that selling like this is illegal, unsanitary and affects the city appearance, some people are still willing to buy their things. Walking not far from the temple of life, you will see a long queue at the gate of the temple of life, with many people. Approaching the hall of life, it is big. Let's get lucky. When waiting in line, I think there are not only many people, but also many beggars. There are also some vendors selling everywhere, blocking the road and making the originally crowded road more crowded. After burning incense, we walked towards Zumiao Road. Although there are not so many people here as the "Life Temple", it is also very lively. Why? I looked at it carefully. It turns out that there are vendors selling food, drinking and playing on the roadside here. When passing these vendors, the smell of beef offal came to my face, but when I think about it carefully, these beef offal are very unsanitary, and people spit on them when they talk, and flies fly around in the beef offal car. I really don't understand why those people can eat with such relish. When we are ready to go home after visiting Zumiao Road. Seeing that two policemen caught a peddler selling beef offal and pushed his beef offal car into the new square, the peddler was unconvinced and stubbornly seized his beef offal car and disobeyed the police's instructions. Other policemen in the new square saw this situation and helped the two policemen. After all, the police were well-trained, and soon the vendors were brought to the new square. At this time, my uncle said, "It's right to catch them. They are illegally placed. " They pay no attention to hygiene. ""But they are also poor. They could have made some money today, and now they have to pay a fine. The money they earn is not fine enough. "On New Year's Day, it was a happy day, but someone was caught. However, because they got such a fate, they are not worthy of pity and do not pay attention to hygiene. It is easy for people to have a stomachache and affect the city appearance.
This composition describes the process of animal foraging. The 400-character squirrel is very interesting when eating. They always sit on the upper body, holding food in their hands and putting it by their mouths.
When eating corn, they take the corn kernels off with their hands and feet, and eat them slowly one by one, eating only meat and not skin. And they eat a little here and a little there, which is really a portrayal of monkeys moving corn.
Little squirrels are more interesting when they sleep. One of them lay like a puppy, and the other curled up like a hedgehog. All you have to do is walk over and make a noise, and they will wake up immediately.
"They are so vigilant!" I always tell my mother that. Mother always replied, "Because nature is the place where the fittest survive."
Squirrels will be eaten if they are not careful. ""Isn't that little squirrel sleeping badly? What a pity! " Mother always smiles faintly.
7. Composition about eating () and eating sugar the next day.
What a beautiful and nostalgic childhood, full of innocence and joy! Those interesting past events, like flowers blooming in my heart, are extremely gorgeous and attractive. I remember an interesting thing happened when I first went to kindergarten. On weekends. Mom and dad have gone out to work overtime and haven't come back yet. At this time, my mouth became greedy. So I thought of the "magic box" (refrigerator), which is a good thing anyway, and my mother will put it in it and take it out. Only my cousin is at home. I don't eat too much sugar at home for fear of tooth decay. So, I sneaked to the "magic box", only to find that it was too high. what can I do? At this moment, footsteps came from the room. "Step, step, step," "Ronghuan, what are you doing?" "Ah ..." "I have to cook without telling you!
I was relieved that my sister went to the "magic box" and opened it. "Wait," I summoned up my courage. "I want to eat candy!" "There is no sugar." "But this bag." I pointed to "sugar". "This is chicken essence!" I said nothing when my cousin came into the kitchen.
I thought: Sister lied to me, that's sugar! Who knows that the refrigerator has been closed. I began to think about how to open it again, and then my eyes turned to the stool. Then I moved the stool to the front of the "magic box", stood on it, and forcibly opened the door of the "magic box". Ah, it's so cold! I quickly took the bag of candy, quickly closed the door of the "magic box" and ran into the room. Just then, I couldn't wait to open the candy box and ate the whole candy with a "ah".
At this time, the stomach turned upside down and spit it out. Perhaps, the sound alarmed my cousin, and he rushed out of the kitchen at once. It was strange to see me! I cried without saying "wow"! My cousin looked at the empty shell of the bag of candy, in distress situation. Although my cousin said a lot at that time, I didn't understand at all. What chicken essence, what refrigerator. From now on, I won't eat indiscriminately.
Today, a few years later, whenever I think about it, I will also smile at my ignorance and innocence as a child. Maybe when I grow up, I miss the past more.
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8. To write a composition about food, I have to describe its making process and write more than 400 words. Last summer vacation, I came to my hometown. One day, grandpa was going to weed the vegetable field, and I clamored for it. Grandpa said, "There are flower mosquitoes and green-headed flies in the vegetable field. . I'm afraid you can't stand it. " But I had to go. Grandpa relented and took me with him.
When I got to the vegetable field, I saw many weeds. But for me, it's like walking into an amusement park where I can catch grasshoppers and do somersaults. . But grandpa broke my dream. He gave me a pair of gloves to pull weeds. I asked strangely, "This grass is fine, why should it be pulled up?" That's a real pity. "Grandpa said," If you don't pull it out, the food will be eaten by the grass. "I have to do this with a grain of salt. Pull up, pull up, I finally pulled up a small piece of grass, which exhausted me. I looked up and looked around and found that there were many farmers' uncles not far away, some pulling weeds, some fertilizing and some watering. They were sweating, but no one stopped to have a rest. I realized how hard-won food is. It's like the poem says: Who knows that every Chinese food is hard.
Today, this poem makes me feel more deeply. I remember when I couldn't eat, I would secretly throw it away. My grandmother taught me, but I still don't understand. But that day, I saw the farmer's uncle working so hard and tired to get food. I understand her pains. So I suggest that you stop throwing food casually in the future and be a diligent and thrifty boy.
9. The day I wrote about food, my mind was shocked.
The rain outside the window is sparse, and I look at the gloomy sky in the faint rain and fog. A drop of rain turns biological dust into wisps of light smoke, which blend and flow in the hazy drizzle. In the faint smoke, the most sincere and flawless touch buried in the bottom of my heart emerges in front of me like a movie.
It was a gloomy rainy day, and all the pedestrians in the street hurried away. The willows on the roadside drooped with sparse leaves and bowed their heads, which seemed insignificant in the biting rain. I stood under the eaves to shelter from the rain and stared at the gray sky quietly.
Suddenly, a beggar in rags caught my eye. He was wearing patched rags, and his unkempt hair was soaked by the rain. His black eyes are full of wrinkles, and his thin and rough face after the world is like a desolate Gobi, lifeless. Her bare feet were bruised and she limped on the cold road. It's like
He suddenly stopped and looked down-it was an old and shriveled can, which clicked in the wind and quietly stuck on the smooth and shiny road. He was dazed, paused, gradually bent his thin back, stretched out his withered hand like a branch, and picked it up carefully. He clutched the jar tightly in his hand. He walked forward seriously. He saw the dustbin and his eyes showed relief. He gently and solemnly put it in the dustbin, and then dragged his thin body with satisfaction and gradually disappeared into the hazy rain curtain.