Hard-working dad went home as soon as he got off work, opened the door and got into the kitchen. There was a quarrel between the faucet and the basin, and a lot of water leaked out. Little green vegetables plunged into the basin and took a comfortable bath. The gas stove crackled and the flame went out. The oil danced "zi zi", the little vegetables jumped into the iron pot, and the shovel stirred "ding ding" as if greeting my dear iron pot brothers. Add the seasoning, and my father "clanged" out the plate and put the small vegetables in, and a plate of delicious small vegetables was ready. Dad took the vegetables to the table and went into the kitchen. The faucet sang a song, and several big bones jumped into the basin together. Dad put on gloves and put his hand into the washbasin to wash the blood off the bones. Bang, bang, bang. The bone was cut into small pieces. Dad took half a pot of water, put it on the gas stove and began to burn. Then he put the bones in it, and put some onions, some yellow wine, some salt and some vinegar on it for half an hour. Half an hour passed, and my father opened the lid, took out the mug, put the soup in and served it. Two dishes were cooked, mom came back, and the three of us had dinner together.