I asked my mother to teach me how to cook tonight. My mother promised me to teach me how to make liver-fried Chili. My mother taught me how to cook and write a composition. Mother washed the liver with water first, and then sliced it. My mother made it for me to grow a pair of bright eyes, then sliced carrots, which are ingredients, and then shredded peppers. Boil it, put it in the liver, blanch it, take it out, put oil in the wok, and put carrots first. I asked my mother curiously: Why put carrots first, not liver first? Mom said: Because carrots can better retain nutrition after being oiled, put carrots first. Then put the pepper and onion, and finally put the liver. Start cooking. My mother cooks with a shovel. My mother holds a pot handle in her left hand and a shovel in her right. The food in the pot seems to have turned over and started to put ingredients. At this time, I saw colorful dishes in the pot, including meat, orange, green and white. Stir-frying for a while is like boiling water. Mother cooked a good dish and I tasted it. Ah, it smells good! Every time I see my mother bring delicious food to the table, my mouth is watering. I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I took the initiative to say to my mother: Mom, I'll cook today's meal! My mother looked at me doubtfully and said to me, can you do it? If I can't, can you teach me? Mom finally promised me. My mother said to me: Do it yourself first, and think about what my mother does when she can't cook. Then mom went out. First of all, I thought about what I want to eat today. I see. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today. I took some tomatoes out of the cupboard, washed them and cut them. At first, I was eager, but later I saw whether the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cuts tomatoes, they are all the same thickness. So I cut it again. This time, the tomatoes I cut are much better than the last time. Pupils wrote "My mother taught me to cook and write". Then, I turned on the stove and got angry. I took some eggs and poured some oil into the pot. I knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl, and the yellow egg core flowed out of the shell. I quickly took a bowl, and then the yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured tomatoes into the pot. I put a spoon in the pot, stirred it and covered the lid. After a while, hot air emerged from the pot. I quickly opened the lid, and the attractive fragrance came out. I quickly picked up the spoon and stirred it. Turn off the fire. I poured tomatoes and scrambled eggs into the plate, and I made another beautiful appearance. Put the plate on the table and I'll call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking. What if I can't do it well? I don't think about it. I think my cooking this time is still very good. Mom came back, and I asked her to check if she was qualified. My mother tasted it and said it was not bad. I'll let you cook it next time. I listened to my mother's praise, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I will work hard next time to make the rice more delicious. Through this story, I understand that I should observe everything around me carefully. If I hadn't observed how my mother cooks, I wouldn't have cooked this meal today. So, don't underestimate every little thing in life, it may be your opportunity to exercise.