At noon today, after I finished my homework, I saw my parents tired and looked at my watch. It's lunch time, so I decided to show my talents-start cooking.

start cooking. I saw some rotten cucumbers in the basket, peeled them and began to cut them. At first, I imitated the appearance of an adult and confidently waved my knife and cut it. Dad looked at the thick cucumber slices and smiled. I looked at my father inexplicably: "Is there anything wrong?" Dad smiled and nodded, and said patiently, "When cutting cucumber, the fingers of the left hand are close together, the fingertips are adducted, the first joint is arched, and the cucumber is tightly pressed, and the right hand holds a knife until the first joint of the left hand is considerate, and it is cut hard."

I followed my father's instructions, and I cut it across the board. Sure enough, the crisp and thin melon slices came into being. This makes me more confident in consulting. After cutting the cucumber, I began to cook. First, I turned on the gas and put in three spoonfuls of oil. When the oil was hot, I began to knock eggs into the pot. When the first egg was in the pot, there was a loud "Zila" and a puff of smoke, which scared me to scream and take two steps back. Dad didn't seem to see my fear and gave me a thumbs-up sign. So, I got up the courage to knock the second and third. At this time, I accidentally dropped a small piece of egg skin into the pot. When I grabbed it with chopsticks in a hurry, the eggs in the pot were a little burnt. I quickly poured cucumber slices into the pot, kept stirring them back and forth, then added a little water and stirred them a few times, and "scrambled eggs with cucumber" was born. In the same way, "Fried meat with garlic shoots" was also served on the table. Finally, I made "sausage mixed with ears". With great difficulty, a few side dishes finally arrived at the table.

start cooking soup. First, I pour a proper amount of water into the pot to mix the rice flour. Then, I scoop up a spoonful of water, pour the rice flour into the pot, scoop up another spoonful of water, and flush the rice residue in the bowl into the pot. The soup is boiling, as if announcing that I'm "done".

Everything is finished. I invited the "judges"-mom and dad to taste it. They said in unison, "We have never eaten such a good meal!" Looking at mom and dad scrambling and wolfing down their food, my heart is full of joy.

Today's meal is also the sweetest meal I have eaten since I was a child.