The detailed description of my father’s cooking can be found below.

Essay 1 describing the details of father's cooking: "Your skills are not very good! When making pancakes, you need to be burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. Yours is burnt on the outside and on the inside, and it sticks to the pan. Alas!" It turns out that my father took a bite of the pancakes made by his mother.

The taste is not good, I am not very satisfied, and I am "finding faults"!

"You can do it, come on!" Mom said angrily and funny.

"Let me show off my skills!" Dad put on his apron and "get ready to go."

He poured the bowl of batter down and turned the pan so that the batter covered the bottom of the pan.

At this time, the pancake was about to take shape. He said: "When the pancake is about to take shape, you must seize the opportunity to flip it! Otherwise, it will stick to the pan." As he said this, he used a spatula to scoop up a corner of the pancake, moved his hand, and weighed the pan.

The cake "flyed", lightly "jumped" in the air, turned 360 degrees, made a gorgeous turn, "pop", and the other side fell into the pot smoothly, "landing safely"!

Dad cheered and continued: "It's not finished yet, you have to keep turning it over, and the fire should be low, otherwise it will burn." "Oh," the mother said thoughtfully.

After saying that, Dad weighed the pot skillfully a few times, and the pancake took off, turned over, and landed in the air like an excellent diver.

After a few minutes, the pancakes were ready. When the pan was tilted, the pancakes slid into the plate.

"Look! I'm good at non-stick pans!" Dad was very proud. "Come and try it. The cake tastes best when it's hot." I quickly stuffed a piece of cake into my mouth. Ah, the crust is crispy and crispy.

, it’s soft inside and has a special fragrance!

It’s the scent of white sesame!

too delicious!

Dad saw me devouring the cake, touched my head and said, "Is it delicious? Eat slowly, be careful not to burn it!" "Yeah," I answered happily with my mouth full of cake.

In addition, there are many other specialty dishes of my father, such as potato-braised pork ribs, braised pork trotters, Putian boiled noodles, beef noodles, and boiled beef? As his daughter, I enjoy all these dishes!

Essay 2 describing the details of my father’s cooking: Our father is a typical chef.

He is considered the king among chefs, and the food he cooks is impeccable for those picky eaters.

That tall nose is often used by Dad to smell the delicacies he cooks.

He has great supernatural powers and seems to have smelled all kinds of things in the world.

As soon as you smell it, you will know what kind of food this is!

He has a round belly filled with cooking skills!

Wearing a "chef suit" makes him look quite masterful.

Our family is all picky eaters and has a high pursuit of delicious food, but "Chef God" doesn't have a headache because of this.

Look!

He's frying steak again!

I saw him patting the garlic, pouring the oil, turning on the fire, cutting the ingredients, and frying? A series of movements, like flowing water, his eyes moving with his right hand from beginning to end, and his concentrated look, as if he was not cooking but making a work of art.

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Suddenly, he tipped the pot, and the steak flew up in the air, scaring me to the point of panic.

Just when I thought my dad was going to miss, he caught it easily, which stunned me. This skill is really incredible.

As soon as the steak was served, the aroma filled the table, attracting all the busy family members to come over. There was an endless stream of exclamations, the sound of chopsticks clinking against the plate, and smacking of lips - "Hey, eat slowly, save some for me!

"It's so delicious, don't grab it!" "It's so delicious, Dad, is there any more in the pot? More!" Three times, five divided by two, the whole plate of steak was wiped out in two minutes.

Dad not only cooks hot dishes well, but he is also very good at cold dishes.

Especially his cold chopper skill, it's so exciting.

look!

He held the cucumber with his left hand and held the knife in his right hand. He raised and lowered the knife. Is this what people in the world call the "Shadowless Hand"? It was so fast that I didn't even have time to see it. I only heard "click, click, click, click", and the pieces were extremely round.

The thick and thin yellow pork belly was born.

Put it on the plate, shape it, season it with ingredients, pour it, and the delicious and artistic cold cucumber is served.

Dad is truly my "God of Cooking". As long as it is related to cooking, whether it is hot or cold, Zhang Fei will eat bean sprouts - it is a piece of cake.

Any picky eater will show his true nature as a foodie in front of him.

Essay 3 describing the details of my father’s cooking: There is a chef in my family who is an excellent cook, and that is my father.

His cooking skills are extraordinary, and everyone is full of praise for his cooking, so I often ask him: "Your cooking skills are so good, why don't you become a chef?" However, Dad always smiles.

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Dad’s cooking skills will be praised by picky people like mom.

Once, my mother fell ill and went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor said she had a gastrointestinal flu. During this period, she could not eat greasy food and could only drink porridge.

I heard this and thought: What should I do? My mother’s picky mouth and stomach are the least willing to drink porridge.

I was racking my brains and couldn't think of a way, but my father said: "Don't worry, I will let your mother drink porridge." I was dubious.

Because my mother wouldn’t even drink the porridge cooked by my grandma, let alone the porridge cooked by my father.

When I was eating, I saw that the porridge my father cooked was preserved egg and lean meat porridge. The silvery white meat was shining on the porridge.

People!

I couldn't wait to take a bite, ah!

Very fragrant.