1. Please describe in one hundred words the detailed description of my mother’s actions of chopping vegetables and cooking!

It’s already half past five in the morning, why is there no sound of mother cooking in the kitchen?

I got dressed and came to the kitchen out of curiosity. Where is my mother?

I turned around and walked to my mother's room. When I opened the door, I saw my mother still lying on the bed. From the painful look on my mother's face, I could see that she was sick.

My father has not come back from work. What should I do?

At this time, my mother said to me in a weak voice: "The meals are all ready-made. You can eat them while they are hot!" I came to the kitchen again and looked at these cold meals. I couldn't help but think of what my mother called me every morning.

The scene of eating - my mother prepared hot and fragrant meals, put them on the table and asked me to eat them.

But today, what should I do?

By the way, my mother usually cooks for me, but today I want to cook for her!

Just do it, I poured the rice into the frying spoon, lit the gas, and then used the shovel to stir-fry the rice evenly. After a while, the rice started to steam, so I put the rice into two bowls, ah, stick

The rice on the frying spoon was already mushy. No matter how much it was, I hurriedly heated up the food.

After a while, the food was hot. I put the food into a bowl and tasted it again. The crispiness of the cucumber slices was gone.

Despite this, I still feel indescribable joy in my heart when I look at my masterpiece, the steaming meal.

I quickly walked into my mother's room with the food. When my mother saw me, she asked, "Are you full?" I didn't answer my mother's question. I just put the food gently on the table beside my mother's bed and said to her.

Mom said: "Let's eat together!" Mom was surprised at first, and soon a smile appeared on her face. Then, she reluctantly sat up from the bed, touched my head and said to me: "My son is really sensible.

Now I know how to care about my mother." Her eyes were filled with tears of excitement.

"You eat first, I'm not hungry. With your heart, my mother's illness will be cured by more than half." I felt happy.

After my repeated begging, my mother finally took a bite of the food I cooked for her. Although the rice was a bit mushy and the food was not that delicious, my mother nodded repeatedly and said, "It's delicious!" After finishing the meal,

After putting away the dishes, I went to school facing the morning sun.

2. Describe the details of the mother’s cooking process in 200 words. If you want to write the details of the mother’s cooking process, the most critical point is to arrange the details well. You must learn to "splash ink like water" and "cherish ink like gold", with priorities and priorities.

Express the characteristics of the things observed in detail, and avoid scratching eyebrows and beards and writing "running accounts".

Text: I like to eat the lotus root boxes made by my mother very much. I think: when I learn how to cook the lotus root boxes, I will definitely make them more delicious than my mother.

So, when my mother was cooking in the evening, I stood next to her and learned from her.

Mom mixed the minced meat first. She put the minced meat into a small bowl and put a little rice wine, egg liquid, white pepper, salt, green onions and some cornstarch in it. Mom asked me to mix them evenly.

"Now, I'm going to start mixing the batter." Mom said.

"Why do you need to mix batter?" I asked curiously.

"You'll know after you see it." Mom took out two eggs and beat them in a bowl. Then she put some snow-white glutinous rice flour and flour, and the kitchen was filled with the fragrance of glutinous rice flour.

In order to make the lotus root box more delicious, my mother put some baking powder in the batter, and finally added some water. My mother stirred the batter evenly.

I looked at it carefully, for fear of missing a small detail.

There were many small particles in the batter at first, and slowly turned into a smooth and viscous liquid.

I asked, "Are we going to put it in the refrigerator?" "No! We just need to let it sit for a while." Then, we started to process the lotus roots.

The lotus root is like a child's chubby arm, with spots on the skin. If you peel off the skin, it will be as white as snow.

My mother cut the lotus roots as thin as paper. Under the light, the lotus root slices were crystal clear, like jade.

Mom used chopsticks to pick up some meat filling and put it between two pieces of lotus root. The meat filling was like a group of happy urchins, sticking their little heads out of the lotus root hole to play hide and seek with you.

It was finally time to start the pan. My mother heated up the oil pan and dipped the lotus root box into the batter.

After it's cooked, simmer, simmer, simmer, and soon both sides of the lotus root box become golden, which makes you salivate.

Mom picked up the lotus root box and put it on the plate. I immediately picked up a piece and took a big bite.

Wow!

My mouth is filled with the fragrance of lotus root.

I love to eat the food cooked by my mother. I will learn more from my mother in the future and cook delicious food for my parents to eat.

3. An essay on the details of my mother’s cooking for me in the morning. There are so many people in my life that I want to thank.

Thanks to my mother who brought me into this world, thanks to Teacher Huang and Teacher Li who taught me, thanks... Among them, I am most grateful to my mother who loves me so much. I will never forget her kindness to me!

My mother is very strict.

I remember one time, when I was in preschool, the teacher assigned me a copying assignment.

Since I wanted to play, I finished writing it hurriedly and took it to my mother for inspection.

She looked at it, then looked at me with a stern look, and said seriously: "It's so scrawled, go, take it and rewrite it!"

"I had no choice but to take it and rewrite it with a frown on my face.