In the day-to-day study, work or life, everyone has tried to write essays. Compositions require a complete chapter structure, and you must avoid compositions without endings. What kind of compositions have you seen? Below is a 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time that I collected and compiled. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it.

A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 1

Everyone knows that China has many traditional delicacies, such as dumplings, noodles, Sixi meatballs, etc., and there are also many ways to cook them. , stir-fry, fry, deep-fry, etc. But my favorite thing to eat is noodles. At my strong request, my mother agreed to teach me how to make noodles.

The first time I made noodles, I was still happy and excited, because after I learned how to do it, I could make it myself and eat as much as I wanted! First of all, my mother told me to cut some green onions, ginger and meat. I am still small and can’t cut vegetables with a knife, so my mother helped me prepare. I thought that cooking would still be difficult for me. Then I poured a little oil into the pot. When the oil was warm, I put the ingredients prepared by my mother into the pot and stirred it awkwardly with a shovel a few times. My mother poured some soy sauce into the pot next to it. Mom asked me to pour the water I prepared before into the pot. What followed was a long wait, and it was only then that I realized that time passes the slowest when waiting. Finally, when the water boiled, I was so excited that I called my mother to come over and put the noodles into the pot. This time I cooked thin noodles. The noodles were rolling with the soup in the pot. I started to put the seasonings below. I added two small spoons of salt, a small spoonful of chicken essence and soup stock bought in the supermarket, and finally added a few green vegetables. My mother used chopsticks to put a piece of noodles in the pot for me to try. Although it was very hot, I still felt that it tasted delicious. She loudly told her: "Okay, okay, mom! Come on, let's eat!" Although there was no My mother's food is delicious, but I still enjoy it because I made it myself.

Although my mother helped a lot when I made noodles for the first time, I still gained a lot because the main process was completed by me. I feel like I will do it many times after the first time. This proves that as I grow up, I will do better in the future. A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 2

Normally, I am so envious when I see the noodles cooked by my mother-in-law. The fragrant smell hits my nostrils and makes my eyes almost fall out and my mouth water. Out.

One morning, I was the only one at home, and I was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Gugu...gu..." My stomach kept growling involuntarily, and I couldn't help but think of the noodles cooked by my mother-in-law. So, I walked into the kitchen and tried to cook noodles for myself.

When I walked into the kitchen, I first took a pot of water, put it on the stove, and prepared to light the fire.

When I cook noodles for the first time, I will inevitably feel a little scared, because when we want to light a fire on the stove at home, we must use a lighter to light the fire, and I am afraid that the fire will burn my hands. Still, I boldly lit the fire. Now I'm going to mix the seasoning.

...The water started boiling in the pot, and the momentum scared me half to death - the water in the pot was playing and playing together, and jumping out of the water from time to time...I hurriedly I ran to the refrigerator and took out the noodles. When I threw the noodles, I was afraid that the naughty water droplets would splash on my hands, so I didn't get close to the pot of water. The noodles were like a basketball in my hands, and I threw it into the pot. inside. Not good! At this moment, water splashed everywhere. I stood there, stunned and stunned. I hurriedly ran to get a tablecloth, but just in time, by the time I had just tidied up the kitchen, the noodles were already cooked.

I wiped my sweat, picked out the noodles, mixed them with the seasonings and took a bite. Although I added a little too much sesame oil and soy sauce, I felt sweet and satisfied when I made it like this for the first time. A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 3

At noon, my father gave me a task that I had never tried before - cooking noodles. I was very nervous, thinking: The key is not cooked, and my father will eat it badly. Belly, what should I do? What to do if it becomes mushy? …

Start preparing the ingredients, three duck eggs, a large bowl, a small bowl, water, oil, noodles, soy sauce, and a pan.

Ah, I rummaged through the cabinets in the kitchen for about ten minutes and finally prepared the materials. Next, I turned on the fire, gently rubbed it with a rag a few times, and started pouring oil. I poured the oil into the pot carefully, for fear that the oil would come out and get on the fire, and then I would say "boo~~", but I still "passed" smoothly. After that, I used a spatula to spread the eggs evenly on the pot, and then poured the beaten duck eggs into the pot, "Zi~~". After a few seconds, the egg liquid that was just like water turned into a The big round cakes make me want to cut them into egg flakes! However, this is impossible, because the eggs can only be cut into egg flakes before they can be put down. Alas, in the end, I cut my big round cake into egg flakes. Next, I turned the fire up to the maximum and started frying my egg yolks. They jumped and danced happily in my pot. Then, I poured the water in and said "Zi~~" again. Put a little soy sauce, use a spatula to mix the water and soy sauce evenly, cover the pot, turn on high heat, and then wait for the water in the pot to bubble before going down.

Just when I was about to start the pot and turn off the heat, I suddenly remembered that the chefs on TV had to take a bite first. I also imitated the chef, picked up my little spoon, and took a delicious bite. Oh my God. , so salty, I quickly added water to the pot and stirred it again. ah! Perfect.

Finally, I ate the noodles I made. It was delicious and I felt very happy. I also understand that the food you cook only tastes good when you eat it! A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 4

People say that the first time is colorful. In my first memory, it is the experience of cooking noodles for the first time. It was the first time in Beijing. It was a crisp autumn day, and my mother was not at home for something. It was already past six o'clock, and I was very hungry, so I thought to myself: Let's make the rice myself!

I decided to cook noodles because it is easier to cook noodles. , I put the noodles in the pot, poured some water and started to boil. The water boiled in a while. I opened the lid of the pot and went to play on the computer to kill time. When I was getting excited, a sound of "sizzling" came from the kitchen. When I came out, I quickly ran to check and saw that the pot was steaming, the room was full of water vapor, and the white foam contained some water. There were still a few noodles, all overflowing on the stove. It was a terrible sight...

I had no choice but to clean the induction cooker and put the pot back on. This time I learned the lesson of cooking noodles for the first time and never dared to leave the kitchen again. I watched the noodles boiling, and I was just about to pick up the strainer and fish them out, but then I thought, it’s boring to eat so much! Let’s just change it to soup noodles! So I didn’t cut off the power, and put beef powder, beef sauce, and dried vegetables together. Pour it in. After boiling for a while, the pot of noodle soup was ready!

I suddenly thought that adding a little soy sauce can greatly enhance the beef flavor of the noodle soup, so I didn’t care, picked up the vinegar and poured it into the pot. Pour it over!

Turn off the heat, put the noodles into a bowl, pick a noodle and taste it carefully, I couldn’t help shouting:

“Why is it sour?!”

I was discouraged and unwilling to throw it away, so I had to bear to eat it. However, when I took the second mouthful, I smacked my mouth and suddenly felt the sour flavor of beef sauce, dried carrots and Korean gourds. The sweetness of the dried vegetables and the spiciness of the millet pepper all blend together to create a truly unique flavor.

From my first experience of cooking noodles, I deeply realized that incompleteness is also a kind of beauty, and "beautiful mistakes" exist everywhere, just like this bowl of noodle soup with the wrong seasoning and flavor. But unique. A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 5

I remember one time at home, I was so hungry! There was nothing delicious in the refrigerator, I only found a pack of instant noodles! But I have never cooked instant noodles myself! I want to practice my skills today! I think everyone knows how to cook instant noodles, but I don't know if my method is correct. Let me talk about my steps first.

Under the supervision of my mother, first, I took out a pot, washed the pot, poured a bowl of water into the pot, and covered the pot; then I prepared to light the fire. I remembered what my mother taught me before. I tried lighting the gas stove the same way I did, and it caught fire with a "bang" sound; I turned the heat to the maximum, and the water in the pot boiled in about two or three minutes. In order to save time, while waiting for the water to boil, I tore open the bag of instant noodles. There were three small packets of condiments inside, namely sauce packets, powder packets and vegetable packets. After I opened them all, the water was almost boiling; then, I took out the instant noodles and put them into the pot, and then put in the vegetable packets, sauce packets and powder packets in turn. I thought to myself: What if I add more Ham sausage, vegetables and eggs will definitely taste better. But I don’t seem to have any at home, so let’s forget it this time and prepare all the ingredients next time, it will definitely be more perfect! After thinking about it, I took out a pair of chopsticks and stirred the instant noodles a few times. Slowly, a piece of noodles spread out into curved noodles! Xiang La Ma’s delicious instant noodles are cooked and smelled, they are so fragrant! Finally, I added two drops of sesame oil, and I tasted it. It tasted really good!

This is the first bowl of instant noodles I cooked. I like this spicy and delicious instant noodles! Do you think my method of making instant noodles is correct? A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 6

At noon on Saturday, my parents were busy working, and no one was cooking. My stomach was flat, and I thought: There are a lot of noodles at home, why don’t I be hungry here? , it’s better to eat it yourself.

Just do it. I ran to the kitchen, and poured half of the water into the pot like my mother usually did when cooking noodles, and then turned on the high heat. The water bubbled up, and the bubbles swayed one by one, rising higher and higher. Large, open the lid of the pot to allow air circulation, and it retracts. It's just like a mimosa. When the bubbles get taller and bigger, the flowers bloom. When you open the lid of the pot, it shrinks back. When you touch the leaves of the mimosa, the flowers shrink back. It's so much fun! Next, I added the noodles one by one to the pot and turned the heat to medium. It's over as soon as the noodles hit the water, so weird! After a while, the noodles I put into the pot floated. I stood here and observed the pot carefully: the long and thin noodles were connected together and formed a thick circle, spinning slowly, like Hand in hand, they dance together. Some form a horseshoe shape, some overlap each other, and some turn into beautiful wavy lines. It's so beautiful!

I added a little green onion. The noodles all floated, so I turned down the heat to low and covered the pot. Now "everything is ready, all it needs is the seasoning".

I opened the spice cabinet, which was full of bottles and jars. I picked some salt that my mother often put in, and a small amount of sesame oil and soy sauce and poured them into the bowl. The water in the pot was bubbling and rising again. I thought it should be cooked. I carefully put the noodles in the bowl, and carefully poured the soup into the bowl with a spoon. I tried the soup first, ah! Why is it a little sweet? I must have misunderstood salt as sugar. So, I used a spoon to remove the small piece of sugar. Scoop it out, add salt, and stir it. I eat it with relish and finish it in a while, because this is the result of my own hands.

Touching my full belly, I felt satisfied. I understood what "knowledge comes from labor, and any achievement is the crystallization of hard work." A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 7

Saturday is my mother’s birthday, and I am going to cook a bowl of longevity noodles for her.

When I came to the kitchen that was both familiar and unfamiliar, I was a little overwhelmed. I tried desperately to think about the scene when my mother was cooking noodles, and pieced them together piecemeal. right! Just do it!

I first grabbed a handful of spinach, broke off the remaining rotten leaves, rinsed it in clean water and set aside. Then he took two bowls of water, poured it into the pot, and turned on the gas stove, ah! The fire almost "licked" my clothes, so I quickly turned down the fire. After a while, the water boiled, and I put in a small handful of noodles. The originally hard and straight noodles suddenly softened when they met the boiling water. I stirred them back and forth with chopsticks to prevent the noodles from sticking together. I sprinkled all the washed spinach into the pot, turned it over gently with chopsticks, then scooped out half a spoonful of salt and put it into the pot. I tasted it, eh, it had no taste, so I added another half a spoonful and tried again, this time the taste was just right. Looking at the little spinach sinking and floating, it’s such a delicious pot! Huh? Why are there layers and layers of white foam in the pot? There are more and more foams, and soon the baby spinach noodles are no longer visible. The foam gradually occupied the entire pot, as if it was still not satisfied, and slowly attacked outwards. I wanted to turn down the fire a little, but I became more and more anxious. The button was turned in the wrong direction, and the foam was about to gallop out like a horse. At this critical moment, I quickly turned the button back. Eventually, the foam sank and the spinach noodles showed their "face" again, but I was still frightened. After all, this was my first time to "play with fire". ! After a while, all the noodles were floating on the water, like isolated islands standing on the "sea" in the vast ocean.

I filled a bowl of noodles and placed it on the dining table. Mom came back. I took her hand, walked quickly to the dining table, and said excitedly: "Mom, today is your birthday. This is the longevity noodles my daughter cooked for you." Mom was startled at first, and then Hug me tightly and kiss my forehead gently, my heart is filled with sweetness.

This is my first time cooking noodles. Although I am not that skillful in making them, I understand: Everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as you practice more, practice will make you perfect. A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 8

One day, my parents went out for something, and I was the only one left at home. Unconsciously, I felt that my stomach was rumbling non-stop, as if it was singing a hunger song. When I looked at the clock, what? It was 12 o'clock, and my parents hadn't come back yet. An idea suddenly came to me: I would cook noodles for lunch. I just do what I say, I'm a total activist.

I first added water to the pot and turned on the gas stove carefully. I was still a little afraid of the gas stove, for fear of catching fire. I kept mumbling: What should I do if there is a fire? ? Use water to put it out? wrong! My mother once said that if a gas fire catches fire, you cannot put it out with water. So I quickly went to the storage room to get a fire extinguisher and put it next to me. After all, I was prepared! At this time, when I looked in the pot, the water that was calm just now had a lot of small bubbles popping up, like naughty little dolls running around. I quickly hid far away, for fear that the boiling water would splash on my hands. After the water boiled, I quickly grabbed the noodles, threw them into the pot, and covered the pot with the lid. After a while, I saw the lid of the pot moving. The water in the pot started to overflow. The fire on the stove became even bigger. Could there be a fire? Although there was a fire extinguisher next to it, I had never used it. At this time, my mind was blank and I was at a loss. I was so nervous that I turned off the gas stove in a hurry, and the flame went out immediately. My tense nerves finally relaxed a lot, and my whole body went limp. Only then did I realize that I was broken into a cold sweat by the urgent scene just now. After my mood gradually calmed down, I slowly opened the lid of the pot. Fortunately, my noodles were still there, so I didn't have to go hungry at noon, so I added some salt and soy sauce and started eating.

Although the noodles don’t taste very good, I cooked them myself, which makes me feel very happy. Plus, I’m hungry right now, so I think they’re quite delicious.

Nothing is difficult until it is proven. Some things may seem simple when you watch others do them, but you will still run into trouble when you do them yourself. This experience of cooking noodles is something I will never forget. A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 9

Oops, I’m so embarrassed to say it. When I was a child, I was a treasure in my family. I was afraid of falling if I held it in my hands, and I was afraid of melting when I put it in my hands. Clothes come and food comes, food comes and mouth opens, never thinking about where the food comes from or who bought the clothes, living a carefree life without worrying about food and clothing.

Just one morning last year, the weather was fine. I got up very early. As soon as I got up, I shouted: Mom, I want to eat instant noodles, please cook it for me!

For such an old man, he can’t even cook instant noodles. How shameful!

I pursed my lips and said angrily: I won’t eat it!

Okay, I’d better teach you, otherwise you will starve to death when you are at home alone in the future!

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and agreed. I walked into the kitchen slowly, and my mother taught me the steps. First of all, I boil the water first. The water is like a fish, and I can't finish the bubbles. Then, I took out the instant noodles and carefully put the noodles into the pot. I almost burned my hands, but luckily, I finally let the noodles live in their new home. Slowly, the noodles spread out in the water, like a girl, stretching her body and dancing gracefully. After a while, it covered the entire bottom of the pot. Finally, the seasoning packet plopped into the water again. I took a pair of chopsticks and stirred it up, and the aroma suddenly overflowed. Smelling the fragrant instant noodles, I felt so happy! In the end, I wolfed it down and it tasted so good. You know, this is my first time cooking instant noodles!

Through the trivial matter of cooking instant noodles, I learned: We must have an independent heart. Our parents will leave us one day, so from now on, we must learn to be self-reliant and self-reliant. , learn to survive independently. The flowers in the greenhouse cannot withstand the test of wind and rain, and the birds under the eaves cannot fly into the vast blue sky. Persevering in self-improvement in the face of adversity is the path to success. A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 10

After class on Friday, I waited at home for my grandfather to pick me up for dinner. A long time passed, it was getting dark, and my grandfather hadn't come yet. I was already hungry, and I thought: Can't I eat better than myself? OK! Just do it.

I ran to the kitchen, learned how my mother usually cooked noodles, took a pot, poured half a pot of water into the pot, and then put it on the stove to burn. After a while, the water boiled, and small bubbles bubbled in the water. Each small bubble swayed higher and higher, getting bigger and bigger, and finally bloomed like a small firecracker. It was so interesting! I took out dry noodles from the kitchen cupboard and put them into the pot one by one. The noodles bent when they touched the water. It was so strange! After a while, the first noodle I put into the pot floated! That’s not necessarily true. Will the noodles float? I stood there motionless and stared into the pot: the long and thin white noodles danced a folk dance in the water, some were bent into a horseshoe shape, some were straight, some two noodles overlapped, and some It turned into a beautiful wavy line. It was like a blooming chrysanthemum emerging from the pot. It was so beautiful!

More than ten minutes have passed and the noodles have all floated up. They must be cooked! I put the fresh noodles into the bowl with chopsticks and ate them eagerly. Hey, why doesn’t it taste good? Oh, no condiments were added originally! I opened the condiment cabinet, which was full of bottles and jars. I picked some salt, oil, and vinegar that my mother often put in when cooking noodles, and mixed the noodles well. Now everything is ready to start! I took a big bite. How could it be sweet? Could it be that there was a mistake? I thought again, yes, there must be too little. Adding another spoonful will definitely have a strange smell. I went to the kitchen and added another spoonful. Yeah, it’s sweeter! I took out the glass bottle and saw that it was filled with white sugar. I quickly added two more spoons of salt and ate it again. The sweet, salty, and salty taste is very unique, but I am still happy and eat it with relish, because this is the noodles I cooked myself.

Touching my full belly, I felt particularly satisfied. It turns out that labor creates happiness as my father said! 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 11

In the past, my mother and I cooked noodles together. Today, I want to make delicious noodles by myself.

I ran to my mother’s room. My mother was already working, probably having breakfast.

I asked: "Mom, have you had breakfast?" But my mother said that she had eaten for a while, and then said that she had not eaten. I didn't know whether my mother had eaten or not, so I made it myself.

I followed my mother’s usual method of cooking noodles, put water in the pot, and turned on the heat. But before I could finish the other preparations, the water boiled.

Alas, I had no choice but to turn off the fire. I put lard in a big bowl, put salt... "Remember to put two-thirds of a spoon." I memorized the formula skillfully. I took three green onions and divided them by three times and five. I only heard the sound of "dong dong dong", and the three green onions were cut into small pieces by me.

After the preparations were done, I turned on the fire again, and soon the water boiled again. Use a spoon to pour the boiling water into the bowl, and the noodle soup is ready.

Then put the noodles into the boiling water. After boiling for a few minutes, I took a piece of noodles and gave it a try. It was cooked! Carefully put the noodles into the bowl, and a bowl of fragrant noodles is ready.

So, I asked my mother again if she had breakfast. My mother told the truth - she didn't eat it. I quickly finished the noodles and made another bowl. Maybe I was impatient, but at the end, when I was sandwiching the noodles, my wrist was burned by the edge of the pot. I couldn't help but scream "Ah!" and my mother ran over quickly. Finally, my mother took out the noodles.

While eating the noodles, my mother said to me, "Thank you!" Although it hurt her hands, she was very happy to see her eating the noodles I made with relish.

This is my first time making delicious noodles by myself. In the future, I must learn to do more housework to reduce the burden on my mother. A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 12

There are many firsts in life, such as walking for the first time, riding a bicycle for the first time, going to school for the first time, etc. During the winter vacation, I finished cooking noodles for the first time.

That day, I was at home alone. Just after 11 o'clock, my stomach started to "gurgling". I had no choice but to cook myself a bowl of noodles to fill my stomach.

I remember watching my mother cook noodles, so I learned how to cook them. I first poured some water into the pot and turned the gas stove pointer to high heat. I saw the flame biting the bottom of the pot greedily. Gradually, a lot of bubbles appeared on the water surface. After a "thunder bang", the water was boiled. Then, I put a bunch of noodles into the pot and covered the pot. After a while, a faint steam rose up. After the steam dissipated, I saw that the noodles that were as thick and hard as chopsticks turned into elastic filaments. At this time, there are more and more white foam in the pot, and the white waves are rolling, like an "explosion". Suddenly I remembered that my mother said that when the foam bubbles up, add a little water. Sure enough, after adding water, the water surface calmed down, and the solid aroma filled the entire kitchen.

Wow! The noodles are out of the oven! I picked up the chopsticks and quickly put them into the pot. I turned the chopsticks a few times with my hands and quickly poured them into the bowl. Finally, I turned the pot over and poured the soup in. Of course, I don't like clear soup noodles. So I was like a top, spinning around, adding lard, pouring soy sauce, sprinkling green onions, cutting sausages, and was very busy! I've always been a big fan of spicy food, so if I add some homemade hot sauce, the taste is amazing!

"Chiliu"! Take a breath into your mouth, it's so fragrant! It's like being in a whirlpool of noodles.

The first time of winter vacation is so perfect, this is called "do it yourself and have enough food and clothing"! A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 13

Last Friday night, as soon as I got home, my stomach started singing "Empty City Strategy". I looked around and found a bag of noodles. I was really hungry and my mother was not at home, so I had to cook the noodles by myself.

First of all, I put on my mother’s cooking apron, followed the way my mother usually cooks noodles, and started to prepare the ingredients, including tomatoes, green onions, eggs, noodles, seasonings... After the ingredients were ready, I cut the tomatoes into small pieces and put them in a basin. Then crack the eggs into a bowl and mix well.

When the ingredients are ready, I pour a small amount of oil into the pot. When the oil is hot, I carefully pour the egg liquid into the pot. I heard a "sting" sound, I picked up the shovel and kept stirring, and the egg liquid quickly solidified. The eggs were fried. I put the eggs into a small bowl, then poured some oil into the pot, and poured the chopped tomatoes into the pot. The oil splashed and jumped onto my hands. It was so hot! I thought to myself: It’s really not easy to cook noodles. I poured some more water into the pot and started to boil the water. When can we open so much water? I'm so hungry! As if a century had passed, the sound of "chichi" water finally came from the pot, and the water was boiling! Let’s start making noodles! I scattered the noodles in the water, like a blooming chrysanthemum. I put the lid on and waited patiently.

After a while, there were many small white bubbles in the water, and gradually the fragrance came out. I opened the lid of the pot and put in the condiments. The fragrant noodles came out of the pot. I took a bite and they were so delicious.

While eating the noodles, I thought: Nothing is easy! How hard it must be for my mother to cook every day. In the future, I will help my parents more and do what I can. I hope that next time the noodles I make will be more fragrant and delicious, and I will make them for my parents to eat! A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 14

One Sunday morning, I wanted to eat instant noodles. My mother said, "When you grow up, you can learn to do it by yourself. Let me teach you, okay?" I nodded in agreement.

My mother asked me to boil water first. I followed her instructions and poured two bowls of water into the pot. Then, I wanted to turn on the gas stove, but I tried several times without success. My mother told me not to be impatient, and I pressed the switch and turned it to the left. I finally succeeded, and the blue flame licked the bottom of the pot evenly. Alas, I never imagined that it would be so difficult to turn on a gas stove. Mom said that when the pot starts to smoke, that is, when the water boils, you can pour the instant noodles in. With that said, she went to do the laundry. After a while, it started to smoke. I opened the lid of the pot and saw large and small bubbles rising up! I quickly brought instant noodles, but I couldn’t tear the packaging bag open. I was so anxious that I shouted: “Mom, what should I do if I can’t tear the packaging bag?” My mother smiled in the bathroom and said, “Then you can use it. Scissors." When I heard it, I thought, "Why don't you even know such a simple common sense?" I quickly took scissors to cut open the packaging bag and poured the contents into the pot. Unexpectedly, I even poured the seasoning packet into it. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot - circling around, and couldn't help shouting: "Mom, the seasoning bag fell into the pot, and I can't get it up!" After hearing this, my mother hurried over and used a spatula to remove the seasoning. I shoveled the bag out and said, "Look at how busy you are, you must exercise more in the future." I stuck out my tongue, poured the seasoning into the pot, and shoveled it a few times with the spatula.

After a while, a bowl of fragrant instant noodles was ready.

Alas, it seems that I know the right and wrong, and I will definitely do better next time! A 500-word essay on cooking noodles for the first time 15

One morning, my mother and I got up early. I suggested to my mother that she should be my chef and that I should cook tomato and egg noodles by myself in the morning.

When I came to the kitchen, I first took out mushrooms, vegetables, eggs, sausages and other ingredients from the refrigerator; then I washed the prepared ingredients and put them on the cutting board and cut them; then I put the two Crack an egg into a bowl and stir with chopsticks into a paste. I started cooking noodles and I was a little overwhelmed. The mother on the side saw my thoughts and joked: "Are you afraid to fire?" I nodded sheepishly. So, my mother helped me light the gas stove, and I put oil in the pot. After the oil was hot, I poured the previously cut vegetables into the pot. The "crackling" sound in the pot scared me and hid behind my mother. Mom quickly covered the pot with a lid and said, "Because there is water in the pot, the oil will splash, and it will be fine after a while." Sure enough, as expected of the master, the pot slowly calmed down after a while. I used a shovel to stir-fry the vegetables in the pot, added some salt, sugar and wine, then poured a little water into the pot; when the water boiled, I added an appropriate amount of noodles; finally, I poured it into the pot. Stir the egg liquid, sprinkle with a little chopped green onion, and a fragrant bowl of tomato and egg noodles is ready.

I put the cooked tomato and egg noodles into a bowl and brought it to the table. My mother looked at it and said with a smile: "Yueyue, you put in a little less water, so the noodles are a little dry and mushy."

I was immediately disappointed after hearing this: "Mom, I'm sorry, I The first time I failed to cook noodles."

"It's okay, don't be sad. Everyone has their first time in life. Mom believes that you can cook better next time." He touched my head and said.

My mother tasted it: "Well, although it doesn't look very good, it still tastes very good!"

I was delighted when I heard what my mother said. I smiled and suddenly felt that I had grown up a lot today.