On March 8th Women's Day, I was at home thinking hard about how to finish the homework assigned by my teacher "Help my mother do a housework". At this time, there was a smell in the kitchen. "Hey, what's mom cooking that smells so good?" I hurried to the kitchen. It turns out that my mother has just cooked my favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and is washing the pot to prepare mushroom dishes. So I sneaked in and tried a new piece of ribs, and my mother found out: "Little greedy cat knows to steal!" " ! Bring your own chopsticks! "I put the biggest ribs in my mouth and said," Well, the ribs cooked by mom today are really delicious! " "I was about to clip the second piece when my mother said," Go, go, do your homework quickly, and don't make trouble here! " I want fried mushrooms! "

"eh? Mushroom dish That's right! " An inspiration flashed through my mind, "Why don't I help my mother fry mushrooms!" So, I quickly put down my chopsticks and said to my mother, "Mom, let me cook mushroom dishes." Mother waved and said, "Did you hear me when I asked you to do your homework? You don't have to worry about cooking! " I was unwilling after listening to it, and kept shaking my mother's hand: "Mom, today is March 8 Women's Day, and the teacher wants us to help you with a housework. Please promise me!" Please! " My mother was impatient with my pestering and asked, "Can you do it?" ? "I patted my chest with confidence:" Don't underestimate people! Dad taught me some cooking methods at home last time, so please feel free to wait for my delicious food! " "Come on, little ancestor, I really can't help you. "My mother couldn't help pestering me, so she gave me the right to cook, tied my apron and sleeves and armed me to my teeth. My mother stood beside me again, ready to watch me burn to death. Seeing this, I quickly pushed my mother into the room: "Mom, today is Women's Day on March 8, and you should enjoy your retirement. Besides, if someone is watching me cook, I can't play. "My mother listened to me, told me a few words of cooking precautions, and went to the room to watch TV.

It's my turn to show my talent. I turn on the induction cooker first and pour the oil into the pot according to my mother's instructions. After only a few seconds, some black smoke appeared in the pot. I quickly poured the washed vegetables in, only to hear a "poof", and the oil immediately splashed up, and several naughty oil spots splashed on me. I quickly wiped the oil off my body with a cloth and went back to the induction cooker to continue frying. I turned the dish over with a spatula, and when I looked at it carefully, I was almost shocked. It turns out that the other side of the dish is a little burnt. Alas, this is a bad start! I can't help but speed up the cooking. At this time, I accidentally pushed too hard and fried several dishes outside the pot at once. I quickly turned around and found that my mother was not there. I'm glad my mother went to the room to watch TV, otherwise I would definitely be scolded by my mother. So I quickly picked up the food and threw it back into the pot. Now it's time to put the salt in. Afraid that too little salt would affect the taste, I put a handful and a spoonful of monosodium glutamate in one breath. After frying for a while, I tasted the soup and quickly spit it out: "What soup is this? Why is it so salty? " Didn't you put too much salt just now? What should I do? "I am trying to think about the solution." I do. "My mind suddenly flashed," Let the fire brigade come and help! " After that, I poured some water into the "fire brigade". After stirring a few times, I tasted the taste again, and the taste was much lighter: "The water is too big, and the salty taste was successfully extinguished!" " "I put the lid on again and waited for the water to boil.

After a minute, I opened the lid and the water was still boiling. "Why so slow? It hasn't boiled yet! " So, I turned on the firepower of the induction cooker to the maximum. Finally, with the passage of time, a trace of water vapor came out of the pot. So the water is boiling. I rushed forward in surprise, trying to open the lid and enjoy the delicious food I was about to finish. However, as soon as I opened the lid, my hand was burned by the steam coming out of it. I quickly put the lid back on the pot. At this time, I felt a burning sensation in my hands. When I looked at my hands again, I was a little red and swollen: "Wow, it's too dangerous. My hand almost became a braised hoof. " I am busy washing my hands under the tap. At this time, there was a "giggle" voice behind him. When I looked back, the stove was full of water. Ah, no! I forgot my injured hand. After turning off the tap, I rushed forward and quickly turned off the induction cooker. I'll bring a rag to wipe the water on the stove right away. "How to open the lid? Do you want to call mom? " I am looking for a solution. Think of a sentence my father once told me: when opening the lid, hold it down with a rag, and then open it with your back to yourself, so that it is safe. Thinking of this, I immediately opened the lid according to this method, and I really didn't burn my hand.

I put the plate on the plate. The mushroom dish I cooked finally came out! I picked up a small one with chopsticks, blew it and put it in my mouth: "Mmm, delicious, delicious!" " "I shouted excitedly," mom, come here! "My food is ready!" When mother heard this, she hurried to the kitchen. I pointed to my dish and said, "My … good … mushroom dish … good!" " "At this point, I have been incoherent because of excitement. My mother looked in the direction I pointed and found a steaming mushroom dish: "This is, did you make it?" I nodded hard, and my mother quickly picked up one with chopsticks and tasted it: "Well, by the way, Binbin, it was delicious when you cooked it for the first time, but how could there be so much soup?" I dare not tell my mother the truth, so I have to say, "Have more soup for dinner!" " "Dinner is ready, and the family is sitting around the table. today

The food in the sky is really rich, including sweet and sour pork ribs, red shrimp stewed in red wine, pomfret with scallion oil, and a dish I cooked myself-fried mushrooms. Everyone praised the mushroom dish I cooked today as "the best". I'm glad to hear that. I secretly made up my mind to learn more cooking skills from my mother in the future, so that I can practice more and try to make more and better dishes.