In our ordinary daily life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange.

So do you know how to write a good essay?

Below is what I have collected for everyone. A 400-word composition for one person. My mother is a food expert. Welcome to read. I hope you all like it.

Petite stature, clean and neat ear-length hair, a pair of big talking eyes, curved eyebrows like willow leaves, and a pair of dexterous hands that can always make all kinds of delicious food. This is my mother, she is simply

A gourmet expert.

Even though my mother doesn’t usually cook, she will research recipes and make them for us as long as it’s something we like and want to eat.

Pearl milk, coconut taro balls, cheesecake, cranberry biscuits, milk puffs, coconut mango cubes, noodles, dumplings, wontons, big meat buns... We can eat delicious and delicious food without leaving home.

Are you envious of the safe food?

When I woke up on Friday afternoon, the greedy cat father made a suggestion: "Today, let's make a cheesecake and eat it?" My sister and I applauded.

Mom looked at us foodies and silently entered the kitchen, muttering softly: "What else can I do with my baby? Just pamper me!" The three of us covered our mouths and snickered.

Through the kitchen glass, I saw my mother skillfully weighing the ingredients she needed, listening to music, and beginning to immerse herself in making delicious food.

Mom first put the unsalted butter in hot water and melted it into a liquid, then beat the softened cream cheese with a whisk until smooth, then added the fine sugar and egg liquid to the cheese paste in three batches and stirred evenly, then

Mix the butter into the cheese paste, and finally pour the cheese paste into the mold and put it in the oven.

Mom can always know exactly the temperature and time required for each dessert.

"Ding——", the golden cheesecake came out of the oven. I was just about to reach out and scrape a little to eat, but my mother slapped me back and smiled helplessly: "Little greedy cat, you can't eat it now, you have to put it in the refrigerator 4

You can only eat it after an hour!" So there was a scene in the kitchen of opening the refrigerator every half hour.

Finally at night, under our eyes with burning anticipation, my mother took out the refrigerated cheesecake, and like a magician, she conjured up the pearl milk we loved to drink.

Eating the rich cake and chewing the chewy pearls made by my mother, I felt so happy.