●Wang Qizhong "Outside the Window"

Looking out the window of my room, I can see a tall hibiscus tree. The red dots on the spring day when the smoke and trees are scattered are really charming. It touched my inspiration and stimulated my literary thoughts. Over time, I actually regarded this "neighbor" standing across the window as a close friend.

However, one morning, I opened the window and looked out, and suddenly found that the wind and rain last night had eroded it beyond recognition. Immediately, a kind of sadness of "all the flowers falling" passed through my heart! I can't help but sigh with emotion: I have been stumbling on the road of life, gone through many twists and turns, and lost many beloved friends again and again. Isn't life just like these flowers that disappear in the wind? !

After some time, this incident gradually faded away. Once, when I came back from the countryside, I felt that the indoor air was a bit dull, so I opened the window inadvertently, and suddenly my eyes lit up: a fiery red bougainvillea tree came into view, frozen against the background of the setting sun. The unexpected surprise made me almost unable to control myself. I was surprised, why didn't I find this unyielding life sprouting behind Luoying?

Yes, the last petal of the hibiscus has fallen, and people’s praise for it has been forgotten in the memory of the past, but the bougainvillea has grown, and its flaming red color shows to people The change and continuation of life.

Who can say that loss and gain are not a symphony?

I stood in front of the window for a long time and realized deeply: There is no constant scenery in life. As long as your heart always faces the sun, you will find that

Every morning will be the same. There is a clear and hazy longing spinning in front of your window

●Comment:

This is a beautiful philosophical prose. The author uses the hibiscus tree and bougainvillea outside the window to tell us :

There is no eternal scenery in life. As long as you have sunshine in your heart, beautiful scenery will appear outside your window every day.

The author's writing style is concise. When describing the shapes of hibiscus trees and bougainvillea, he only uses a few strokes to outline them without too many gorgeous words, but we do feel that they are both very beautiful. I think this is due to the author's ability to capture the characteristics of two scenes. Many times, when we write something, we don’t need to cover everything. As long as we write about the charm of things, we’re done.

The author's writing is very smooth, and many psychological descriptions promote the development of the writing. We can learn from this narrative method. One scene, one feeling, one thought is actually not that difficult.

Just like the hibiscus tree outside the author's window, just like the fiery red bougainvillea later, just like the many scenery that may appear after the bougainvillea.

We often say that life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery. But even though we have heard this sentence ten thousand times, we still have no eyes to discover beauty. We always feel that life is too boring, and we always feel that everything is so natural.

Actually no, as long as we change our mentality, we will find that there are new scenery everywhere. I think it is precisely because the author has a kind heart that loves life and is grateful for life that he can discover the infinite scenery outside his window.

●It will rain during the Qingming Festival

Tomorrow will be the Qingming Festival. I wonder if it will rain heavily.

The moonlight is slanting in the fog, forgetting this elegant festival that is about to wander around the world. Listening to Xu Song's Qingming Rain, I recall the past and old dreams of the world alone.

There were many nights in the past when I no longer wanted to crouch in the mundane world of reality, and then I tasted the Chinese-style white snow against the moonlight, longing for the cached bits of ancient charm. I don’t want to grow up, but year after year, my thoughts are all gone, and it’s another Qingming Festival.

I like to wave my hair in the misty rain. In the sudden silence, a few strings are naturally stirred inside, and a moving melody emerges. The ripples of time, the tile-roofed houses outside the home, the stone road, the moss and green marks, the dream is broken in the memory. Back then, back then, thinking about those days.

The past is like smoke in the cold night, and the old friend drinks wine before the moon shines. The window is clear and my thoughts are broken. Who wants to accompany me to sleep with the bead curtain?

I don’t want to completely strangle myself in the so-called reality, but I still fantasize about being so stunned and ethereal that I ignore all the eyes and forget all the burdens.

On the Qingming rain, the ancient charm will always be warm in spring and cool in summer in the years like water, no matter the world is unpredictable and the universe is prehistoric.

Yesterday, on the Taihang Mountains, there were layers of peaks and rocks, abrupt and proud pines, but still in the hollow. Billions of annual rings, I could see through the kites flying in the violent sky, through the fish flying in the shallow bottom, through the misty rain and the sadness, Seeing through the sun, moon and stars, the wood carvings are flowing with gold, and the feelings are deeply buried in the cliffs. So I began to wander and couldn't find what you had hidden. Fortunately, I found it. Taihang Qingming, you stored the years of tears in those bright mirror eyes. The rain wet your eyes, and then you smiled. Let passers-by wash their hands with the mountain spring that she worked so hard to collect. The silent hint, the rickety elegance, the wrinkles from every day, the nostalgia of leaning on the well and looking forward to returning to the hall every year, are what the trip to Taihang brought to me. The most beautiful feeling. Words about loveless people are sentimental, and the silent tears have been split into two lines.

Tomorrow will be Qingming, and it will rain on Qingming.

●Comments:

This is a beautifully written and sincerely emotional prose. The article starts with "Tomorrow will be Qingming" and uses Du Mu's poem "It rains heavily during Qingming". The writing is full of classical and beautiful charm. The poetic language and the gorgeous but not overly verbose words make it seem as if we are immersed in the misty sadness of Qingming.

I also like Xu Song's "On the Qingming Rain" very much, but when I listen to the song, what I think about is not the old dream of the mortal world, but the sentence "I am wandering in the world and can't find your paradise." . But what does it matter? This does not prevent me from liking the author's article, nor does it prevent me from finding some tacit understanding in the author's writing.

With the skillful use of parallelism and easy picking, a paragraph of text reads like flowing clouds and flowing water. The unstoppable sadness and light rain make people feel as if they are drowning in the author's words. So I was moved, moved by the words, and also moved by the kind and gentle heart behind the words.

Taihang Qingming, the vastness of the universe, the hint of that mountain, the silence of the mountain, mortals will not completely understand, but they know that this is the unique wisdom of heaven and earth. If I have the chance, I would also like to climb Taihang Mountain during the Qingming rain season, see the cliffs, kiss the mountain springs, listen to the mountain language, and feel the calm and ancient atmosphere of Taihang Qingming.

//zhidao.baidu/question/353019917?an=0&si=1 A 400-word essay on your favorite dish

You can make an outline of the topic first and then write.

It is as follows: (Title) The beginning of a dish I like: There are many kinds of food in life, and there are many styles, and my favorite dish is xx. The middle: 1. Write about this dish What is the dish like? 2. Tell me why you like this dish. Ending: This is my favorite dish. If you like it, you can try it! Requirements: The topic outline can be concise and clear. As long as you clarify your ideas and write them on the topic outline, the following essay will be easy to write.

I often use this method too, come on! ...A composition introducing a dish

I have some experience when it comes to cooking.

Since I was 10 years old, I have had the idea to learn cooking from my parents, hoping that I can be as good at cooking as them in the future.

In the past, every time I ate, because I couldn’t cook, I could only sit at the dinner table, wait for my parents to prepare the food, and then help bring the dishes to the table and enjoy the meal.

Ever since I came up with the idea of ??learning to cook, I would stand by and watch every time my parents cooked, learning the steps and methods of cooking different dishes.

However, after studying for half a year, I still haven’t learned anything, and I can’t do anything.

However, I did not lose heart and kept studying.

Sure enough, "hard work pays off". On National Day last year, I finally learned a dish and successfully cooked it.

On the night of National Day, I told my parents: "Today I will make a dish - 'fried eggs with chives'. Please taste it and see if I do it well.

"So, I just did it, and I started to do it immediately.

To make this dish, you need the following ingredients: chives, eggs, salt, chicken essence, etc.

First of all, proper preparation is required. First chop the chives and mix the eggs.

Then, put the minced chives into the eggs, mix evenly, add salt, chicken essence and other ingredients. In the third step, put oil in the pot, heat to 70~80℃, and add incense. Pour the green onion and egg paste into the pot and fry over high heat for 3-5 minutes until cooked.

Finally, put the scrambled eggs into a bowl, and a delicious scrambled egg with chives is ready.

While I was cooking, I looked at the time, for fear of keeping them waiting.

I worked for about a quarter of an hour and finally finished it. I thought: Haha! I finally made a delicious dish. When my parents eat it, they will definitely praise me for my job well done.

After clearing the stove, I brought the dishes to the table. My parents smelled the charming aroma and couldn’t wait to take a bite. After tasting it carefully, they praised me repeatedly, saying that I had grown up and learned to cook. The dish is ready.

I felt very happy after hearing this.

-------------------------- "Learning to Cook" This morning, I came to the kitchen and watched my mother cooking. At that time, my mother told me that when she was my age, she had cooked food for my grandfather, grandmother, and uncles.

Look at me, but I can’t cook a dish. I’m really ashamed, but at the same time I admire my mother very much.

So, I decided to learn how to cook from my mother today.

First, my mother took the bamboo shoots, peeled off the shells, washed them with water, cut them into slices, then washed the bones, and put them into a pot with water to stew them together with the bamboo shoots. I asked Mom: "How long does it take to stew?" Mom told me: "It takes about half an hour!" While the bones and bamboo shoots were stewing, my mother began to prepare other dishes.

I saw my mother rinse the green vegetables, then cut off the roots of each handful, then cut them out and put them aside.

Crack the eggs again, mix well, chop the green onions, and set them aside as well.

It was time to fry the eggs. My mother put down the oil first and waited until the pan was hot. Then she put the eggs in, frying and frying. After a while, my mother put down the salt again and continued to stir fry until it was almost done. When it was ready to be taken out of the pot, my mother finally added green onions. After about half a minute, the eggs were taken out of the pot. Looking at the fragrant eggs, I couldn't help but want to taste them.

Wow, it smells so good.

Finally, place the eggs on the other side.

Next, we started frying the vegetables. Just like the eggs, we also put in the oil first, and then put the vegetables in when the pan is hot. But like the eggs, the most troublesome thing is that the oil always splashes up, and there are also Well, I hid quickly and avoided it.

I added salt, stir-fried, and finally added MSG, and finally it was good again.

During this period, my mother added seasonings to the bones and bamboo shoots.

The last dish was the jellyfish dipped last night. Soon, a table of sumptuous dishes appeared. A 400-word essay on trying to stir-fry

Expand all Today, I asked my mother to teach me how to make a dish - scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Under the guidance of my mother, I first took out two eggs and beat them in a bowl, put a little salt on it, and then used chopsticks to stir the eggs in the bowl evenly.

Then, wash the two tomatoes with clean water and put them on the cutting board. I picked up the kitchen knife and cut them like watermelon.

But the tomatoes were rolling around and I couldn’t cut them. I was almost dying. At this time, my mother said: "If you are afraid that it will roll, just cut it in half from the middle, and then press the tomato with one hand. Use the other hand to cut, so that you won't miss it.

"After listening to my mother's words, I immediately corrected my cutting method, and soon a crescent-shaped tomato appeared in front of me.

Then I put the cooking pot on the gas stove and started to light it. After the pot was hot, I put a spoonful of oil. When the oil was hot, I poured the eggs in the bowl into the pot.

When the bottom of the eggs in the pot has solidified, use a cooking spatula to stir it, then put the freshly cut tomatoes into the pot and stir a few more times.

I quickly added half a spoonful of salt and some water. The steam in the pot immediately seemed like a giant dragon riding clouds and mist soaring into the sky. I quickly grabbed the pot lid to intercept it. , and then put its ferocious momentum into the pot. 2 minutes later, a fragrant plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes was ready.

I tasted the food I cooked with relish, and kept saying: "Well, it's so delicious!" When my parents tasted it, they also praised the color, aroma and taste of the food I cooked. , I felt happy after hearing it.

... The essay on learning to cook a dish must be 300 words (urgent)

I live in a home that I can rely on when learning to cook; I have clothes to stretch out my hands and food to open my mouth. Happy life; but when I think about it carefully, what if one day I leave the life that my parents rely on for survival, won’t I not have enough to eat, and I won’t be able to wear warm clothes? So, I decided to ask my mother to teach me how to cook! Today, my mother asked me to make braised chicken. I thought to myself: Ah, braised chicken! It’s so good, I love eating it the most! If you learn it today, you can do it in the future as long as you have all the materials! After thinking about it, I started doing it.

My mother asked me to cut the chicken in half first and then cut it into small pieces.

I thought, isn’t it easy to cut a chicken? Isn't this hard to defeat me? What a joke! I picked up the kitchen knife and started cutting.

However, after cutting it for a long time, I still couldn’t cut it into small pieces. After all my efforts, I finally cut it! Then, my mother asked me to pour the oil into the pot and heat it up, and then put the chicken in it after the oil was hot! After a while, the oil was hot and I put the chicken in.

However, when I put the chicken in, I seemed to be controlled, and the chicken could never be put in.

Finally, I think, it will have to be released sooner or later anyway, and doing this now will only be a waste of time.

Regardless of the situation, he bravely put the chicken into the pot.

Suddenly, the oil in the pot "jumped" up and "jumped" onto me.

Ouch, it really hurts! Now, I started frying the chicken. After frying for five minutes, my mother asked me to put in the bean paste and the old wine.

And cover the pot and let it simmer.

The time went by "tick tock", and I suddenly felt a fragrance coming to my face! ah! It smells so good! As I smelled it, my mouth was almost watering! After a while, this bowl of chicken is finally ready! I smell it, it smells so good! I couldn't wait to take a bite. Wow, it's even more delicious than what a five-star chef cooks! When my mother saw how delicious my food was, she couldn't help but take a bite and said, "Well, it's really delicious! It seems that my daughter has really grown up! She knows how to cook for her mother!" My mother was delighted. laughed! Yes, the fruits you grow yourself taste delicious! I saw my mother’s happy and happy face, and thought: I will help my mother more with housework and cook food for her in the future! Composition: A dish I learned.

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On Saturday afternoon, the sun was about to set.

When I was playing, my mother asked me to go home. My mother and I made a dish called scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

I first pinched eight green onions, washed them, and cut them into small sections, about one centimeter long.

Then take the tomatoes and wash them. The tomatoes are smooth and red, and their belly is very fat.

I picked up a kitchen knife and carefully cut the tomato in half. I found that there were densely packed small seeds inside. Then I cut it into small pieces and put them in a bowl.

After preparing the dishes, my mother lit the gas stove, and the orange flame looked like a child dancing happily.

When the pot was hot, I poured a few spoons of soybean oil, and the oil jumped out of the pot. I was afraid that the oil would burn me, so I took a few steps back.

My mother beat the eggs into the pan and fried them. At first, the eggs were white around and golden in the center. Gradually, they became like a cake. After a while, I smelled a burst of fragrance.

I put the eggs into a bowl and put the green onions into the pot.

Start frying the tomatoes, the spoon and the pot hit each other, making a beautiful sound, like singing.

When the tomatoes are almost ripe, put the scrambled eggs in, add some water, simmer for a while, add some sugar and salt, and the dish is ready.

I couldn’t wait to take a bite. It was sour and sweet, so delicious! A 400-word composition introducing a vegetable. Copy.

Hello everyone! I am a little watermelon. In summer, I provide people with food to quench their thirst.

I look very ordinary.

It is round and its clothes are green with black.

Some of my friends’ clothes are yellow! My clothes are filled with red pulp and some seeds! Mine tastes sweet, and some taste like some grains of sand, but very refreshing.

I want to remind the children not to swallow my seeds.

I can cut it open and eat it with a spoon, or I can chew it, or I can suck the sand in with a straw.

If you are a grandpa or grandma, you can squeeze the watermelon and eat it.

I am one of people’s favorite fruits in summer, and I am watermelon.

Apples are round, some are as small as oranges, and some are as big as small watermelons.

There are many types of apples, such as red Fuji, yellow banana, red banana... there are countless varieties. It is said that there are tens of thousands of varieties in the world, no wonder they are called the Queen of Fruits.

Apples are rich in nutrients. They contain vitamins A, C, E, protein, fat, citric acid, phosphorus, calcium, zinc, sodium and other trace elements. They also have many functions, such as: nourishing the brain and strengthening the blood. , sleep and refresh the mind, nourish the lungs and cheer the heart... There are many ways to eat apples. I like to cut them into slices and eat them the most. I hate eating them whole together, because every time I eat them, the juice will always stick to my nose. Eating it piece by piece is different. You can enjoy the sweet and fragrant taste while doing other things, which makes people feel refreshing.

How is it? Your mouth is watering now. I will definitely taste it with everyone in the future, okay? ... The Process of a Delicious Food 400 Composition

Speaking of delicious food, everyone must have a favorite, and I am no exception.

There are many foods I like, such as: green vegetables, fish-flavored shredded pork, tomato scrambled eggs, bamboo shoots and barbecue slices, sweet and sour pork ribs, etc., but my favorite is my mother’s homemade New Orleans roast. wing.

The cooked New Orleans grilled wings are full of fragrance. You can smell the strong fragrance even if you stand three or four meters away. Their appearance looks yellow and red inside, and is smooth. It's tender and very tempting. When you take a bite, your mouth will be full of oil, and the aroma will become stronger.

Are you drooling? So let me now introduce how to make it! The first step is to wash the fresh chicken wings and dry them.

In the second step, mix a little cooking wine with Orleans grilled wing powder, then put in the prepared chicken wings and marinate them for a day and night.

The third step is to put the marinated chicken wings in a tin foil basin, arrange them neatly, and put them in the oven. Bake them at 200 degrees for ten minutes. Take them out and brush them with a layer of oil and bake them for another ten minutes.

Delicious New Orleans grilled wings are now freshly baked.

How is it? Are you eager to give it a try?

Although New Orleans grilled wings are delicious, for your health, don’t eat too much. I heard that chicken wings contain hormones, which will have some impact on the physical development of our children! A 400-word essay on "I learned how to cook"

A 600-word essay on "I learned how to cook" Our house is very lively today! Children, do you know why my house is so lively? Let me tell you, because I want to learn cooking from my mother. If you want to learn, come and learn with me! Early in the morning, I woke up early from my sleep, always looking forward to the arrival of noon. I must learn to cook today, because I had applied to my parents for cooking the night before.

If my parents are not at home one day, I will not starve myself and take care of myself. Look, what can I do? At eight o'clock... nine o'clock... ten o'clock, the time for cooking finally arrived.

I happily took out the vegetables to be washed from the vegetable basin and rinsed a lot of vegetable leaves under the faucet. I concentrated on washing off the dirt on the vegetable leaves. My mother stood On the side, he said: "Wash the vegetables, and then learn how to cut them.

" After listening to my mother's words, I washed them carefully several times, and finally washed the cabbage clean.

So I took a kitchen knife to cut vegetables. At first I thought cutting vegetables must be easy, but I cut the vegetables into long and short lengths, staggering around and making a mess. < /p>

But the shape of the dish must be uniform.

Why don’t you use your brain? If you want to do something perfect, you must think about it first.

"After hearing this, I felt extremely ashamed.

Thought: I want to concentrate on chopping vegetables and not think randomly.

The cooking started. I washed the iron pot, carefully turned on the gas, turned it around, and pressed one of the switches on the gas stove tightly, and the blue gas began to burn.

Based on my own memory, I saw how my mother used to cook. She put the oil first, so I took the Jinlong oil and poured it on the pot. Unexpectedly, the water in the pot was not completely dry yet, and the water touched the oil. , I just heard the oil splashing "pop, pop, pop". After a while, the oil was cooked, and I remembered that my mother would put a little salt at this time, so I did the same.

The salt made a "crackling" sound when it touched the oil, which shocked me. I thought: It really sounded like a firecracker! Trembling, I poured all the freshly cut vegetables into the pot in an instant.

"Crack..." Salt "died".

The voice became softer and softer, and my heart gradually calmed down.

I picked up the shovel and turned it over, but the vegetables were always against my shovel. My mother came over, saw what I was thinking, took the shovel from my hand and said, "Look, you have to start from Turn the bottom of the pot and turn the vegetables up.

"While listening, I took the shovel from my mother's hand, shovel, listen to me, and murmured to myself, slowly and slowly. , I became proficient.

My mother asked me to add some spices so that the dishes would be fragrant. Finally, I covered the pot and waited for the white smoke to come out of the pot.

I learned how to cook 500-word essay Today is Women’s Day, and I want to cook a delicious cooking dish for my mother to let her relax for a while.

Let me make a dish of vinegar-based shredded potatoes! Even though this is an ordinary dish, probably everyone has eaten it, but there is so much knowledge in it! I took out three fresh potatoes without sprouts. I heard that eating the sprouts can cause food poisoning.

First wash the mud on the surface of the potatoes, peel off the skin, split them in half on the cutting board, cut them into slices first, then cut them into shreds, soak the shredded potatoes in clean cold water for a while. You can soak out part of the starch in the potato shreds, otherwise the fried potato shreds will not be crispy.

Brush the wok clean, turn on the fire and bake it dry, then add three small spoons of peanut oil. After the oil is hot, put the shredded potatoes into the pot, turn on the high heat and stir-fry until they are semi-ripe. Add a little soy sauce, then more vinegar, and continue to stir-fry evenly. When it is cooked, add an appropriate amount of salt and MSG, then add chopped green onion and minced ginger, stir-fry evenly, then turn off the heat and remove from the pan.

After I finished frying, I saw that it was burnt. After repeated analysis, I knew why it was burnt. First, I turned on the heat too much; secondly, I didn’t stir fry well enough. Evenly, the action is too slow; third, no water is added during the frying process, and the starch is diluted in time.

So the pot was burned.

When I usually watch my mother cooking, it is so simple, but it is so difficult to actually do it! Today I really realized the meaning of the saying "It seems easy, but it is difficult to do".

When I used to eat the food cooked by my mother, I would often say: "What kind of food is this! Why is it so delicious! Let me cook it, it will definitely be delicious.

"Now I never dare to say that sentence again, because I have truly realized that cooking is not a simple matter, and it is too difficult to control the heat when cooking.

After summing up my experience of failed cooking, I made the vinegar-stuffed potato shreds again. What I made was much more delicious than before, and my parents even praised me.

I learned how to cook. A 400-word essay. After reading the chapter "Candlelight Dinner" in "Girl's Diary", I suddenly wanted to learn how to cook.

Ran Dongyang in this chapter is in sixth grade and can make delicious candlelight dinners.

I am already in fifth grade, so I should be able to cook! I said to my mother: "Mom, I... I want to learn to cook!" My mother said in surprise: "Why do you suddenly want to learn to cook? Okay, I'll teach you.

" When I got to the kitchen, My mother said: "Press the button and turn left.

The fire will start.

"I did what my mother said, and immediately, red flames shot up.

When I was about to put the vegetables into the pot, my mother said: "Don't put it in yet, put the oil first!" My mother put oil in the pot as she said it.

After a while, the oil became scalding hot. I put the vegetables into the pot, and a "hissing" sound came to my ears. I said to my mother: "Mom, this is The sound is really like an explosion.

"The next step is to stir-fry the vegetables with a shovel.

But I didn’t dare, for fear that the oil would splash out.

When my mother saw that I was scared, she picked up the spatula and stir-fried it a few times to demonstrate to me.

I was no longer afraid of oil. "Let me give it a try!" I said.

I stir-fried it for a few times, and the aroma of the vegetables came into my nose. It was so fragrant! I added a little more MSG and salt and continued frying.

My mother brought the plate and said to me: "Okay, it's time to put it on the plate."

I scooped the vegetables into the plate, carried it to the living room, and shouted: "Let's eat." It’s time to eat!” Dad couldn’t wait to bring the chopsticks, took a bite, and said, “Yes, my daughter is great. This dish is full of flavor, flavor, and delicious!” After this incident, I knew what my mother’s cooking skills were. How hard it is.

I can finally say with pride: "I can cook!" I learned a 300-word composition on cooking. Today, after I finished my homework, I saw my mother cooking and preparing to stir-fry. I thought, Mom ...Composition on the first dish I cooked

Today is Saturday. My father and mother work overtime, so I can only stay home alone. At seven o'clock in the evening, I am hungry and watching alone Watching TV. So, I made up my mind to cook my own first dish. First, I took out a Chinese cabbage, three hams, and three eggs. Then, stir the eggs evenly, cut the three hams into sections, and cut the large pieces into pieces. Peel the cabbage. After that, heat the pot, fry the eggs and ham until they are medium cooked, blanch the cabbage, and finally wrap the ham and eggs in the cabbage. My first dish is completed. I ate the food I cooked, and my heart was as sweet as honey...

"Feifei.

Mom followed my "instructions", and I A steaming piece of small green pepper was put into her mouth, and then she was asked to open her eyes. A plate of fragrant fried green peppers was ready. She opened her mouth to taste it first. It was estimated that there would be enough for a plate, so she decided to make a stir-fried dish. Green pepper.

Just do it, I will make this dish for the teacher and classmates.

Mom chewed and tasted it, and asked: "It tastes so good!" What kind of dish is this? I cut off the inedible parts, washed the green peppers and prepared to cook. My specialty dish is one morning! "Since then, I often make fried green peppers for my parents, and they all like to eat them.

Gradually, this dish has become my specialty, I thought.

< p>" Before I could finish my words, my mother raised her thumb and praised: "This dish is full of color, aroma and flavor. It is well fried and delicious.

Then, I picked up a piece with chopsticks. Xiao Chuan tasted it, cooking wine and tomato sauce, etc.: "This is a home-cooked dish - fried green peppers. My mother made an agreement with me that I would cook a dish for my parents in the evening, and I agreed casually.

After school, I finished my homework and saw some tender small green peppers in the vegetable basket. My mother came home from work and poured the small green peppers into the pot. There was a "pop" sound in the pot. With the sound of "pop - pop", I held the spatula and flipped it up and down to let everyone taste my craft. Then I added an appropriate amount of MSG and stirred it. It tasted really good, I said! tasty! You are rated as the top chef in your family.

"I jumped up and down with joy and shouted loudly. It tasted really good. If you don't believe it, "Oh, I can make fried green peppers, and I was rated as the senior chef in the family. You fried them. What kind of dish is it? It smells so good? "I mysteriously stepped forward to stop my mother and asked her to close her eyes and ask me to show her hand next time. When I smelled the fragrance, I asked as soon as I stepped through the door, feeling very proud of myself.

At this moment, the small green peppers were shiny in the pot. If it's shiny, use the spatula to continue flipping it up and down a few times: "Wait until you have a chance, wait until the oil is hot and smoking.

Turn on the gas, light the fire, and pour oil into the pot.

After a while, add an appropriate amount of salt? "I took my mother's hand and walked into the kitchen, pointing to the plate...

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