When I come home from school on Friday, I can always see my father's busy back in the kitchen when I open the door.

He wore a plaid apron and skillfully waved a big spoon or kitchen knife in his hand-as if the king of a country was commanding the battle majestically on the battlefield. The kitchen knife flew up and down in his hand, and the thin shredded cabbage rolled steadily in the water. Dad proudly watched the dried seaweed cabbage soup coming out of the pot, just like a king over ten thousand people overlooking his subjects and Wan Li Jiangshan.

I watched my father bring steaming cabbage soup to me in disbelief. I raised my eyebrows and said, "First time, try my father's cooking." The leaves are green as jade, fresh and juicy, and the soup is white and jade. The fragrance is overflowing. Oh, my god Last week, my father seemed to have just sprinkled chopped green onion into eight-treasure porridge and cooked shredded cakes as noodles. Why … I said with great interest, "The soup is delicious," but why did you think of cooking? The father who was praised by his daughter was as happy as a child who won a grand prize. He proudly said, "Hey, I'm glad I like it. Your mother is on a business trip, so I have to cook for you ... The eggs will be ready soon, and I'll go and see them again." Then Dad happily returned to his kitchen.

How could I not know that from a pariah who knows nothing about cooking to a king who is now proficient in cooking and skilled in action, my father's hand has been scratched by a knife several times, and his arm has been burned several times by droplets splashed in the oil pan ...

"The egg is ready!" Dad came with a delicate little plate, but he didn't know when a bubble appeared on his hand. Suddenly appeared in my fingers, I asked my father, "How did your hand ..." It's okay, it was made when I laid the egg, never mind, eat the egg quickly! "He urged me, while want to move his hand, fingertips touched the table and took a deep breath, must be very painful, I think.

Dad stared at me silently after eating, picked up the dishes and went to wash them.

"No, I'll do it!" You hurt your hand! "I pushed my father aside." Kings in the kitchen, together! " I gave him a wink. Plates and bowls, accompanied by clear water, are properly packed after three times five divided by two. My daughter was dazzled and surrendered to her own king. When will I practice this skill? I prayed silently with tears in my eyes. Long live the king!