Kitchen symphony composition 1 Maybe everyone thinks cooking is a burden, but I find cooking is also full of interest. Because our family held a fierce cooking competition and played a well-known Kitchen Symphony.
Performers: Dad, Mom and me.
Conductor: Brother.
prologue
The kitchen symphony is about to begin, and there are still five minutes before the game time. The contestants are working hard against time to read the cookbook. They can't wait to bury themselves in the book! This prelude is quite infectious. Listen: "Ten chicken wings, an onion, a piece of ginger …" "One thousand milliliters of clear water, a cucumber, two egg yolks …" The crisp overtone and lively rhythm, the melody alternated with the real sound in the virtual shift, sometimes hidden, sometimes appearing, still seeing the top of the mountain, misty and uncertain.
sonatina
The family cooking competition has officially started! With a wave of the baton, the first player's father appeared. Look! Dad put on his chef's hat and white coat. It's awkward, but it does smell like a chef. He proudly walked into the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife and chopped two cucumbers into pieces. The commander commented on his father: "Great strength, poor knife skills, failure!" "Ah, this sonata should be in B flat. Dad walked out of the kitchen in frustration, like a defeated rooster. The sonata is over.
Song of Victory+Song of Destiny
The symphony is still playing and the cooking competition is in full swing! The second contestant's mother appeared beautifully as a housewife, turned on the gas gracefully, waved a kitchen knife like an idol who practiced kung fu, and the potato piece was cut into chips in an instant. I saw her cutting vegetables at an amazing speed while looking at the pot. The light blue flame licked the bottom of the pot and made a whirring sound. The shredded potatoes sizzled in the oil pan, as if cheering for mom's early celebration! After a while, a delicious shredded pepper and potato was served on the table. My father and I were dumbfounded, and we couldn't help being surprised and then awed. Just like the melody of a song, "its rhyme is lingering and flowing." Listen carefully, crossing the Wuxia Gorge in a dangerous boat is dazzling and thrilling.
I am the next person to appear. Although I know nothing about cooking, I believe I have some real skills after studying recipes for many days! But when you step into the kitchen, although the recipe is memorized, the practical application is not satisfactory. "Two egg yolks, a little salt, a little monosodium glutamate ..." God, what a mess! I don't care about the willy-nilly, let's make them into a dish! Alas, I feel superficial from the examination paper, and I don't know what to do!
End of movement
Stop playing. With the conductor's baton falling, the T-hand appeared, the family cooking competition ended, and the kitchen symphony finally came to an end!
What was the result? Needless to say, the first place is of course mom, the second place is dad, and the third place is of course me. Look! This family is really a happy family. What a happy family!
Kitchen symphony composer 2 "Great! Today, my mother finally has time to cook my favorite Sichuan-style pork! "I stared straight at a clean empty pot, as if I saw a pot of delicious fried Sichuan pork. Hey hey, I really can't wait!
"Pa", a crisp voice woke me up from my fugue. Oh, it turns out that my mother took out a rectangular piece of pork belly from the refrigerator. Take off the bag and start washing the meat. Tap water rushed out of the tap to help the streaky baby take a shower. Then, there came the sound of "drumming", and now the streaky baby is going through the process of becoming thin from fat. Only for a moment, a thin row of pork belly slices lined up on the chopping block. Then, mom took out the soaked fungus and washed it. The washed green peppers also came. With the sound of knives, they turned into a string of small green squares. Finally, my mother took out the seasoning Laoganma Douchi sauce. So everything is ready, and we will enter the climax of the "kitchen symphony"!
Just listen to "pa" and "poof", the gas stove is lit, and the flame with a little yellow in the blue suddenly bursts out, licking the bottom of the pot to the fullest, and the pot soon heats up. Mother poured some golden oil into the pot. As soon as the oil was hot, she immediately put the chopped pork belly and ginger in, only to hear the sound of "Chen Wenjing, pa". Oil immediately spilled everywhere, as if she was full of curiosity about the world and wanted to go out and have a look! Mother took the pot cover as a shield in her left hand to protect herself from being splashed by oil, and quickly stir-fried with a shovel in her right hand. Then change it to low heat and cook for a while. Gradually, the pork belly becomes golden, as if wearing a golden coat. Mother poured a little cooking wine into the pot, and suddenly a large piece of hot air emerged from the pot with the sound of "scratching", and the kitchen suddenly became lively and fragrant. Mother put the pork belly on the plate first, and the first step was completed.
Then, with great firepower, the chopped green peppers jumped into the steaming oil pan like divers, and then the black fungus came as a companion, and the meat slices returned to the pot. The cauldron is black, yellow and green, which is very beautiful. Mom was so excited that even the range hood couldn't help it, and the sound of "bang" followed. The seasoning began to be added. My mother put in half a spoonful of salt first, and then put in Laoganma Douchi sauce, and the sliced meat immediately became an attractive color. I have to cover the pot and cook for a while. Now I'm just waiting for the pork to come out. I itch around the pot. When will it be delicious?
Finally, the cooked pork has been put on the plate, and you're done! Look, burning pork with red and yellow green peppers and black fungus makes my appetite open and my mouth water. I couldn't wait to sneak a chopstick into my mouth. Wow! Spicy and delicious, neither fat nor greasy, with endless aftertaste, really delicious!
How's it going? Did my kitchen symphony make your mouth water?
Composition of Kitchen Symphony 3 Whenever I come home from school, I always hear a series of beautiful "kitchen symphonies". As long as mom puts on an apron and walks into the kitchen, this "kitchen symphony" will be grandly "opened".
First of all, the rice washing work began: mother turned on the tap, the tap water sang cheerful songs, "Baby Rice" danced a beautiful "waltz" in the pot, and sometimes leaned out her cute little head as if looking for her partner; Sometimes she dives into the water and plays hide-and-seek with her companions. ................................................................................................................................................................'s "Xiaomi" looks radiant and is ready to go to the sauna.
Then, mother put the washed vegetables on the chopping block. With the sound of "drumming", chubby vegetables became "slim" in my mother's pen.
With a bang, the gas stove suddenly flew into a rage. His neighbor's range hood couldn't stand it any longer, so he made a "purring" sound to help it cool down. Peanut oil standing by jumped into the iron pot and soon made a sizzling sound. Small vegetables lying in the basket also rushed into the pot, only to hear the sound of "scratching". Soon, the "baby dishes" have changed into dark green clothes, and their mother quickly stirred them with a shovel. Seeing that the "small vegetables" are going to be "dehydrated", my mother quickly took a bowl of water from the pool and poured it into the pot. "Baby dish" is like a hungry sheep rushing into the fragrant green grass, constantly "drinking" the water in the pot and making a "nourishing" sound. Mom covered the pot and let the "green baby" steam the sauna comfortably. After a while, mother opened the lid and carefully put the vegetables on the plate.
A "Kitchen Symphony" ended with father's praise and mother's victory!
Composition 4 of Kitchen Symphony Today is my mother's birthday. Grandpa, grandma, grandpa, grandma and uncle all came to mom's birthday party. Dad cooked in person, and I volunteered as an assistant, so my kitchen played a wonderful symphony of pots and pans.
The first movement is called "Sonata of Braised Pork". Just listen to the sound of "Zi La", and the cut pork belly is poured into the smoking oil pan. Dad quickly picked up the shovel and shoveled at the meat in the pot. The pork belly danced and continued to play "Zizi Lala". Not to be outdone, I quickly sprinkled some salt and seasoning into the pot. With a loud bang, the firepower was increased by my father. "Eating and eating" is a sweet song of pork belly gradually stewed with water. Open the lid, the red and white pork belly has changed into a fiery red coat, with fragrant smell and attractive color. She proudly said that it is the "braised pork" that everyone loves.
"Fried Jianghu" or "Fired" is the second movement. Dad cut the washed squid, peppers, onions and other side dishes on the chopping board. I put chopped green onion into the oil pan, and I kept hearing the sound of "hippo chef Lala". The silver flowers in the pan splashed, which scared me to retreat again and again. Dad saw my embarrassment and smiled: "Look at me, son!" " Dad poured squid and other things into the pot and stir-fried. Dingdong is a touching music played by a spatula.
The third movement is my favorite ballroom dance "Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes". I was in charge of breaking eggs, and the eggs slipped into the bowl with a bang. "Glug, Glug" chopsticks stir the eggs and dance beautifully. Everything is ready, and the stirred eggs quickly turn into fried eggs in the pot, and they jump gently in the pot. Tomatoes also rushed into the pot and made a "scratching" sound.
"Rolling sushi" is my father's specialty, so it is very suitable for the fourth movement. "Hoo hoo" two preludes sounded, dad threw the cucumber into the air, raised the kitchen knife several times with his right hand, and the cucumber became diced cucumber. I was so excited that I clapped my hands and shouted, "Dad is the kitchen god!" " "In this way, diced ham and diced radish were also served at one end. Dad mixed the ingredients with rice, then rolled up the seaweed and put it in the steamer. With the sound of "Ding Dong", the sushi with a fragrant smell came out.
Dinner is ready! When dad served all the dishes, my mouth was watering. We gulped and drank, and the whole house was immersed in the fragrance. Happy Birthday to You, a song sung by the whole family, ended this Kitchen Symphony perfectly.
One day, I was doing my homework at home. Suddenly, the doorbell jingled and folk songs rang. I hurried to open the door. It turns out that my mother came back from shopping. I saw my mother carrying herring, meat and eggplant in her left hand; Green vegetables, dried tofu, green peppers and garlic are all available. Seeing this, I thought to myself: I am in the fourth grade now, and it's time to learn to cook. Thinking of this, I ran to my mother at a speed of two meters per second and said to her, Dear Mommy, can you let me learn to cook? At first, my mother didn't agree. Finally, after my efforts, I finally agreed. Then, my mother made a condition: I can only teach you how to fry dried tofu with green peppers. I quickly said, okay, okay. This is the only dish.
The raw materials of this dish are green peppers and dried tofu. Mother asked me to wash dried tofu and green peppers first, and then I gave them a cold bath. Then, my mother asked me to cut ginger, and I finished it in a short time. Then my mother asked me to cut dried tofu, and I finished it in less than 30 seconds; Finally, my mother told me to dig the seeds in the green pepper. As soon as I dug, a pungent smell came to my face. I forgot that I was digging green peppers and wiped my eyes carelessly. After a few seconds, I felt my eyes hurt. I cried out in pain and scared my mother who was cooking next to me. I quickly went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and wiped my eyes a few times, and suddenly I felt much more comfortable. Later, my mother helped me pick green peppers. After my mother finished digging, she told me to cut the green pepper quickly, click, click three or two times, and it was cut. Yeah! Finally finished the preparatory work.
I started cooking. I first poured cooking oil into the pot, then turned on a slow fire, and the pot suddenly exploded. It crackled for a long time and finally stopped ringing. At this time, I poured the cut ginger in and turned up the fire. Then, I poured pieces of dried tofu into the pot, fried them a few times, and then threw the green peppers into the pot. It's really loud I'll fry for a while, fry for a while, and I'll let the shovel and the iron pot greet each other intimately! It's been fried for a long time, and it's finally done. Then, I turned the fire to a minimum and covered it for a while. In the process of being bored again, I waited silently by the iron pot. About 5 minutes later, I picked up the lid and a smell came to my nose. Wow! It smells good! Mother couldn't help taking a bite when she smelled the smell and said yes again and again.
Just then, my dear father came back from work, so I took it out for him. My father took a bite and said, OK, it's really good! After listening to my father's words, I couldn't help taking a bite. It was really delicious, but I pretended to be sad on the outside and said, "What are you talking about?" It tastes bad! After listening to my words, my mother didn't believe me, but she retorted, your smell is too strong! I tell you, I was really happy, I can't say how sweet I was!
Look! This is my kitchen symphony!
Kitchen Symphony Composition 6 Grandma's cooking is delicious, especially dry tea fried ribs celery lotus root soup, which is simply delicious to me. The two dishes are fragrant and tender, and their lips and teeth remain fragrant after eating, which makes me always want to know how grandma cooked them.
On Sunday morning, grandma bought ribs, lotus roots, celery and dry tea from the market. "Zhiyuan, come on, grandma will cook for you today!" Grandma called me in the kitchen. "Come, come!" I quickly put down my extracurricular books and slipped into the kitchen. I saw grandma turn on the tap water first, and the water slammed to help the lotus root and ribs bathe. Then, grandma scalded the yellow skin around the lotus root with a knife, cut the lotus root into small pieces, put it in a casserole with ribs, then add ginger and onion, and put in water about 2 cm higher than the ribs and lotus root. Then, put the casserole on the gas stove, turn the switch, click, and the flames whizzed up. When the fire burned for about ten minutes, I heard the soup in the pot "plop" singing boiling songs. At this time, grandma plugged in the electric cooker and put the casserole in the electric cooker. Two hours later, the fragrant smell spread all over the house, which was very attractive. "Do you want to eat ribs?" Grandma's kind smile was covered with crow's feet. She picked up a chopstick, picked up a sparerib, and gently blew it twice with her mouth. I immediately craned my neck and put my mouth in the past and swallowed the whole ribs in one gulp. "It smells good." I raised my neck and narrowed my eyes, intoxicated. "Slow down, slow down, or you will burn yourself!" Grandma smiled and said, "Please enjoy the celery fried tea for the next course!" " "
Soon, grandma picked the celery, washed it and cut it into inches. Dry tea is also shredded. When cooking oil is poured into the iron pan and the gas stove is turned on, the pan immediately makes a "scoff" sound. Grandma pours celery first and stir-fry it with a shovel. "Dangdang" only heard the shovel and the bottom of the pot greet each other affectionately, so he put in dry tea and kept stirring. With the sound of "before", the fragrance of celery gradually floated out, then add some white soy sauce and stir-fry it twice, and put some salt in the pot, and a dry celery stir-fried tea appeared in front of you. "It's better to get the moon near the water tower." This time, without waiting for grandma's greeting, I immediately picked up chopsticks and tasted them. "Enjoy it, Grandma, you too!" I brought grandma a piece of dry tea. "You eat, as long as you like, grandma will cook for you every day." Grandma just stuffed dry tea into my mouth. "Thank you grandma! You are really my good grandmother. " I padded my feet and gave my grandmother a heavy kiss on the cheek. "I will study hard and repay everyone with excellent results!"
Every morning, my kitchen will play a symphony of pots and pans, and grandma is the chief conductor of this music. I really envy grandma. When can I show my talent?
Creation of Kitchen Symphony 7 New Year's Eve is a day of family reunion, and it is almost the tradition of all China people to prepare a table symbolizing good luck and good luck. Early in the morning, our whole family mobilized and got busy together.
Look! Grandpa took two crucian carp from the pool outside the house, removed the scales, cut open the belly of the fish, took out the internal organs, washed them, and acted skillfully and quickly; Grandma took the pork out of the refrigerator and divided the big piece of pork into two parts with a knife. One is chopped into minced meat, wrapped in wonton to make meatballs, and the other is going to cook a bowl of braised pork that she is good at. Mother is busy sorting out vegetables such as spinach and celery; Dad is responsible for taking care of his younger brother; My task is to help wrap wonton.
Listen! There are all kinds of sounds in the kitchen. Grandpa's crucian carp was cooked, and the color of the whole fish turned golden at high temperature. Then grandpa poured the boiling water into the pot "beep, beep, beep" until the boiling water flooded the crucian carp. Grandma has prepared the meat stuffing. When the meatballs are put into the oil pan, they are accompanied by the sound of "zi, zi, zi". Small meatballs are fried in the pot, dancing with the foam of hot oil, and soon Huang Chengcheng's meatballs are out of the pot, crispy outside and tender inside, very delicious. Cold mixed rice is also a standard for New Year's Eve. I saw grandpa put blanched spinach, dried cabbage, gourd radish and other vegetables on the chopping board. "Cha, Cha, Cha" Accompanied by the lively rhythm, a plate of nutritious vegetable assorted dishes was served on the plate.
At this time, grandma mixed the shepherd's purse and shrimp stuffing, and I appeared. Leave the wonton work to me! I picked up a rectangular wonton skin, dug a little stuffing with chopsticks and put it in the middle of the wonton skin. I folded it in half from the long side to the long side, pressed it, folded it in half again, and finally pinched the closed ends together, and a beautiful official hat wonton was made. There is a trick to wrap wonton, that is, press the stuffing around, so that the water will not overflow when cooking wonton, and the delicious wonton can be preserved to the maximum extent. After the water boiled, I put the wonton into the pot one by one, and the full wonton immediately sank to the bottom of the pot. At this time, we must gently shovel it along the edge of the pot with a spatula, so that the wonton sinking into the bottom of the pot will not stick to each other. When the pot begins to bubble, we should add cold water again and boil it to ensure that the wonton is cooked thoroughly. With the sound of "Gollum, Gollum", wonton floated. Please take out the colander and fill a bowl full, not to mention how delicious it is!
On New Year's Eve this year, the dinner table was filled with delicious food carefully prepared by the elders, plus wonton made by myself. The kitchen echoed with the melody of pots and pans, the chatter of elders and the laughter of younger brothers. 20xx Year of Rat Spring Festival officially kicked off!
Some people often say that they miss grandma's food most, and the most delicious food in the world is cooked by mom. Growing up, I was most proud of my father's good cooking. Don't underestimate men, master chef is mostly male. Yes, don't envy me, I just have a father who loves cooking!
After school, I sat in the car, opened the window, and a cool breeze brushed my face. The wind is whistling and the leaves on both sides of the road rustle. Looking at the cars coming and going next to me, I like the sound of the world very much, as if they all want to talk to me. As soon as we got home, my mother and I just walked to the door when we heard someone was already busy in the kitchen. It must be dad. There are good dishes to eat again today.
I immediately ran to the kitchen to watch the chef cook. Don't be serious.
I saw my father turn on the tap, wash the meat clean and bang it on the chopping block. My father then cut the fat meat and lean meat into a row. Don't say, dad, who usually does things carelessly, is called "professional" at the moment! When the hot pot "Hula Hula" was steaming, it poured a little golden oil. Dad shoveled it a few times with a shovel, and the oil was evenly spread all over the bottom of the pot. As soon as the fat meat enters the pot, ah, it scares them to be "covered in oil" and "burst" with oil. When Brother Skinny joked about the fat, he plopped the fat into the pot. After the fat meat and lean meat were rolled up and down by a spatula, Comrade Jiang, who was lying on the side enjoying the cool, was also thrown into the pot. Haha, it's all here. The pot is very lively. Then, yellow rice wine also came to take a bath for everyone to wash away the smell of fat and lean meat. At this time, my chef, put the lid on and let's steam in the pot for a while. After a long time, dad lifted the lid, poured soy sauce and added sugar. Oh, my god, something magical happened. The meat became red and bright, bubbling in the pot like wax. The sound in the kitchen is wonderful! At this time, I want to recite a poem: this song should only be in the sky and can be smelled in the kitchen.
After cooking for a while, when the soup was about to be sucked dry by the meat, my father sprinkled a little salt and turned over while frying. Chili sauce makes the sliced meat sticky. Braised pork is finally ready!
When the aroma filled the whole kitchen, "My dad braised pork" was already served on the plate. At this time, I want to recite a poem: Life is full of pride, so don't leave chopsticks empty! Haha, grab a piece quickly, it's worth burning your mouth in advance!
My father is master chef of our family and the conductor of the kitchen symphony orchestra. I like his kitchen symphony.
Composition of kitchen symphony 9 "Clash, stab, crack ..." There was a wonderful movement in the kitchen in the early morning. It was not the symphony orchestra that came to my home, but my "super chef", who presented a love movement to my father through the east wind of Father's Day.
The long-awaited Father's Day finally arrived. Before dawn, I got up early and planned to cook a loving breakfast for my father today. After washing, I quickly put on my apron and walked into my "kitchen studio". Today, I prepared a Chinese breakfast for my father: millet porridge with steamed bread and fried eggs.
Because I think it takes a long time to cook porridge, which is also the most time-consuming, so I decided to "chew" the most difficult job first, cooking porridge. After making up my mind, I first scooped half a bowl of millet from the rice bag, turned on the tap and gave Xiaomi a good "bath". Then, I put it in the rice cooker, pressed the porridge button, and with a bang, the rice cooker "snail girl" began to work for me.
I decided to steam the steamed bread before the porridge was cooked. Click! I lit the gas stove, and the blue flame danced like a dancing girl. I quickly set up a pot and began to boil water and steam steamed bread. "Dululu, Dululu ..." Bubbles began to appear in the pot, and the lid of the pot "pricked" like a violin playing music, and the water boiled. I quickly steamed the steamed bread in the steamer. After a while, there was a smell in the pot.
I thought to myself: it is not enough to eat staple food alone. I have to give my father some breakfast side dishes. By the way, my dad likes eggs best. Fry him two. I took an egg first, and it cracked with a bang. I quickly knocked the egg into the bowl, but the egg white slipped onto the stove like a naughty doll. I quickly cleaned up the mess and continued to "play" with the second egg. This time, I learned my lesson, carefully picked up the egg and knocked it twice. The egg cracked a hole. I gently broke it along the egg seam to both sides, the eggshell separated and the egg liquid slipped into the bowl. I picked up chopsticks and cracked the egg. Beat the eggs, turn on the gas stove, wait for the pot to heat up and add the right amount of oil. The oil in the pot soon sang the song "Ding, Ding". I quickly poured in the egg liquid, and the yellow egg liquid quickly turned into a golden egg skin. I turned the eggs over and continued frying. When both sides of the egg turned golden, I put it on the plate. At this time, the porridge in the rice cooker was almost cooked, and everything was ready, just waiting for Dad to come to dinner.
"Who is busy in the kitchen early in the morning? "Dad muttered out of the bedroom while rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Dad, I give you a special gift on Father's Day. Look, this is a love breakfast prepared by my daughter for you. Please enjoy it. " Dad said happily, "No wonder the sound coming from the kitchen today is so special. It turns out that my daughter is playing a love melody for her father. "
Today, chef Lu played a kitchen symphony-shredded potato version for everyone.
prologue
I took out a big round potato from the refrigerator. It is round and charming in a khaki coat. I put the potato doll in the pool and gave him a cold bath. The baby tap water ran all over the potato doll and got it wet. Then plane the skin with a plane. Potato dolls are very naughty. It tugged at its clothes and wouldn't let me fly. Seems a little shy. I took it in one hand and a plane in the other, and "shua shua" planed it up. It took me a lot of effort to take off this coat wrapped around me. Now, it looks like a white fat doll.
The next step is crushing. I picked up a kitchen knife and didn't know how to cut it. This is my first time to use a kitchen knife. My heart is like fifteen pumping buckets. Recalling my mother's knife method of cutting potatoes, I suddenly got up the courage to cut potatoes. As a result, all I cut out were potato chips. . Mom came to help reshape the potato pieces into shredded potatoes.
climax
When I turned on the gas stove, the flame doll came out with a bang and couldn't wait to dance yangko on the stage. The pot was very hot, so I picked up the oil bottle and carefully dropped a few drops of oil. Mother shouted, "Down! Pour the wine. All right! Stop! " After a while, a little smoke rose from the oil surface, so I let the range hood join the music party. Mother talked about the order: "pour the potatoes."
I'm a little scared. I stood far away, held out my hand, tilted the plate slightly, closed my eyes, and only heard a bang. The oil star splashed everywhere, and a few drops splashed on my hand. It was this thunderous thorn that triggered the climax of music, and every note was full of enthusiasm: oil was alive and kicking in the pot, and potatoes were lying lazily in the hot spring enjoying the warmth.
At this time, the hot peppers also came to join in the fun. They came to this wonderful concert in colorful clothes. And I just looked at this white, red and green pot and was at a loss. The commander's mother shouted again, "Turn it over! Turn it over! Turn left! Turn right! Don't turn the pot over! " A series of orders from my mother worried me.
Mother saw the potatoes sticking to the pot and quickly fried them with a shovel. The shovel obediently obeyed, as if dancing in her hand. The shovel and the pot made a "cha-cha" sound, as if the pot was clapping its hands to praise the shovel for jumping well. ...
End of movement
Under the command of my mother, I finished a pot of fried potatoes with green peppers. I can't wait to pick up a chopstick and eat hot shredded potatoes. Snow-white shredded potatoes with colorful green peppers and red peppers are delicious and beautiful. I'll fry a pot next time.
Composition of kitchen symphony 1 1 I like listening to songs and music, but as a foodie who can never get enough to eat, I still like listening to crisp and pleasant kitchen symphonies best.
As soon as I got home, I saw grandma scraping scales with a stubborn salmon! "Ho, ho ..." Like an acrobat, the fish kept churning in the water, as if to be executed and chopped by the enemy. "Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop.
"Whoa-whoa-whoa-"Mr. Superstar Faucet raised his voice and began to sing loudly. The naughty mandarin fish jumped into the water and took a comfortable cold bath. At this time, grandma took a sharp kitchen knife and cut the fish open. "Glug, Glug," the fish rolled their eyes and made Xiao Shuihua laugh. "Hua Hua", small splash in and out of the fish belly, very happy.
"Dadada, dadada", the kitchen knife twisted and danced happily on the chopping board, leaving scars on the fish. Grandma carefully picked up a garlic, a slice of ginger and an onion. "pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering pattering", the kitchen knife is like cutting the gordian knot. Garlic, ginger and onion suddenly become crushed, then they are poured into the plate at one time and wait quietly.
"Bang, bang", grandma turned on the gas stove, and a blue flame jumped up, dancing up and down like a naughty child, licking the bottom of the pot crazily. "Ding-",grandma poured the oil into the pot, and the oil babies danced a beautiful waltz happily.
Grandma picked up the half-dead fish and the king's pot fell down gently. Suddenly, the fire went straight into the sky, and the golden flame "stabbed" to the side of the pot. Grandma quickly picked up the spatula and the fish kept tumbling in the pot. "Dangdang, Dangdang" spatula is like a drummer, playing on the stage. The symphony has entered a high stage. Grandma poured a cup of boiling water into the pot, and Xiaohua scratched the fish playfully. "Wow-wow-wow-"The fish gradually matured, and slowly, a faint purple appeared on the surface of the fish, just as dazzling as the rosy clouds on the horizon. A smell came to the nose. Grandma poured garlic, ginger paste, chopped green onion and soy sauce into it and covered it. After a while, I opened the lid and the fragrance came to my face. I took a deep breath and "ooh-"vaguely saw the fish still shining. Grandma put it on a plate and a pot of delicious sweet and sour mandarin fish was ready.
This is a cheerful music, this is a lyric music, and this is my favorite kitchen symphony.