#Diary# Introduction Through this experience of cooking noodles, I know that crops and food are hard to come by, and you must be prepared for anything before doing it, otherwise it will end in failure. None I have carefully compiled the following articles for you, I hope they can help you.

Chapter 1

Today at noon, I really wanted to cook noodles by myself, so my mother agreed.

I first asked how to cook noodles, and then I couldn’t wait to run downstairs and start cooking noodles. I followed my mother's instructions and got four bowls of water before turning on the pot. Then I opened the pot and cooked it according to the health. At this time, my heart was pounding, like a rabbit. I went to take out the tomatoes from the refrigerator. Cut into 8 pieces and put them in. Ah, I screamed. It turned out that the water splashed on me. I was startled and almost ran upstairs. However, I'm not that timid. Suddenly, my mind went blank, well, what should I do now? "I said to myself. I really couldn't remember, so I had to run upstairs quickly and asked my mother: "What should I do after putting away the tomatoes? ""Of course it's pouring oil! "Mom said, "By the way, add a small spoonful of salt. "I ran back to the kitchen, put the oil and salt in, and stirred it with chopsticks. Finally, I put in a large handful of noodles and beat an egg. After a while, the aroma of the noodles penetrated my nose. “It smells so good! "I couldn't help but say. I took out the tomato noodles and enjoyed the delicious noodles with my mother.

Afterwards, I still felt incredible, can I cook tomato noodles?

Chapter 2

Looking at the fragrant noodles, I can’t help but think back to the first time I cooked noodles. It took a lot of trouble.

It was a sunny weekend. I didn’t get up until after nine o’clock. As soon as I got up, I walked into the steaming kitchen and saw my mother preparing to fry eggs and cook noodles for me. I couldn’t help but become interested: " Let me come, let me come. "After saying that, the shovel in my mother's hand "missed" and flew into my hand. I poured the prepared eggs into the pot first, and then used the shovel to turn the eggs over after they solidified. However, As soon as the shovel touched the boiling oil in the pot, firecrackers were set off in the pot like a New Year. There was also a small oil droplet that ran to my hand like a naughty baby. Suddenly there was a little red spot. Ouch! It hurt me so much. I turned off the fire and touched my red hand. Oh, I was laughing so hard. , but who could let myself be sweating outside the door? I had to ask my mother for tips. My mother said: "There should be no water on the shovel, because the water will boil when it meets the oil." "After that, my mother taught me how to fry eggs and cook noodles. Finally, under my mother's guidance, I learned to cook noodles.

Cooking noodles, although it is a trivial matter, makes me happy. Understand: Whatever you do, you need to grasp the key to the problem. Only in this way can you get the result with half the effort!

Part 3

My parents are very busy at work and rarely have time to do anything. Time took care of me, so I gradually learned to be independent and developed some housework skills. Today I will talk about my first experience of cooking noodles!

One day, I was hungry. I opened the refrigerator to look for something delicious. After searching for a long time, I only found a handful of noodles. My eyes lit up: "I'll make noodles!" "I was very excited when I thought of this. I usually watched my mother making noodles, so I knew it well. I also followed my mother's example and added some water to the pot. In less than 5 minutes, the water boiled. I hurriedly took off the pot cover, picked up the noodles and threw them into the pot. Then I took an egg from the refrigerator and made a poached egg. Enjoying the "deliciousness", I burned my tongue with the first bite because I ate it too fast. Why is it tasteless? "Oh! I forgot to put the salt and chicken essence. I suddenly realized it, quickly put some seasonings, and ate it with relish.

Although this bowl of noodles is not as delicious as my mother's, it is simply delicious to me. It is the most delicious thing in the world. Although cooking noodles is a small thing, it made me understand that as long as I dare to try anything and learn from failures, any difficulty can be solved.

Four

That day, I learned another life skill, that is - cooking noodles.

That morning, I wanted to eat noodles, so I asked my mother to cook a bowl of noodles. After a while, the fragrant noodles were placed in front of me. While I was eating the noodles with great relish, a good idea came to my mind. I asked my mother to teach me how to cook noodles... I told my mother about this idea, and she praised me repeatedly. Me: “Oh my son has grown up. "

I walked into the kitchen, first took a pot and put an appropriate amount of water in it, then put the pot on the stove, and then lit the fire. I stood aside until the pot steamed. Mom He told me that the noodles were ready, so I immediately put enough noodles in. I kept looking at the noodles, but I didn't know when I would be able to pick them up. I waited and waited. Five minutes passed and ten minutes passed, and I was gone. Patience, the noodles broke into pieces when I picked them up with wooden chopsticks. I immediately sat down on the sofa like a deflated rubber ball.

My mother came over and told me: "Son, you should try again and again. After cooking for a while, pick up a few sticks to see if they are cooked." After listening to my mother's instructions, I regained confidence and started cooking again.

After the noodles were cooked for a while, I took out the roots and tasted them... Well, they were not cooked yet. After cooking for a while, the noodles were finally cooked. I hurriedly turned off the fire, made some condiments, and finally made a bowl of noodles. I gave it to my mother to taste, and she kept saying, "Wow! It's delicious!" After hearing what my mother said, I felt sweeter than honey.

Chapter 5

Early in the morning, I was so hungry that my stomach growled. I got up from the bed, washed my face and teeth quickly, and walked into the kitchen to take a look. There's nothing to eat, just noodles. Alas, it seems that I have to cook noodles for the first time myself. In fact, I have wanted to try it myself for a long time. It happened that my parents were sleeping and starting work.

I recalled my grandma’s skill in making noodles. First, I poured water into the pot, then covered the pot with the lid. After covering the pot, I mixed the seasonings in the bowl, adding salt, MSG, Soy sauce, etc., wait until the water boils, put the noodles, the water boils, the noodles are taken out of the pot, and a bowl of fragrant noodles is ready.

But my situation was not optimistic. The water boiled after a while. I put the noodles into the pot, but I was still looking for the salt. When I poured in the soy sauce, I poured too much. I added a little more vinegar, and even more vinegar poured out. The green onions were still lying on the knife board, the garlic was not peeled off, and the oil was poured all over the floor. It was a mess. Try the noodles you cooked. They were too salty. .

I was not convinced, so I did it again. This time, I prepared the ingredients and put them into the bowl. I also added the ingredients slowly and carefully, and then boiled the water. In this way, another bowl of noodles was ready, and I couldn't wait to take a bite, wow! So delicious!

Through cooking noodles this time, I know that crops and delicious food are hard to come by. You must be prepared for anything before doing it, otherwise it will end in failure.