"Boo hoo ..." The range hood sounded a prelude. Mr. Peanut oil walked briskly to the range hood, made a "ready to jump" action smartly, and quickly jumped into the oil pan. Only when I heard a "ding", the oil pan creaked and the symphony became a duet.
Open the refrigerator, one by one pink and tender eggs are winking and poking around. I finally invited them all out, and with "plop ... plop ...", the eggs were smashed to pieces without hesitation. The oil creaked, the performance reached its climax, and the shovel officer also joined in the fun. It keeps clanging in the pot, which is exciting! There were plates of delicious food on the table, and the symphony entered the interlude stage. ...
After dinner, the symphony played again. This time, there was no transition. The bowls, chopsticks, spoons and plates jumped into the sink one after another, as if they were rushing to a party. The faucet looks jealous and can't wait to let the water gush out. The water rushed down and soon filled the bowls and pools. Now, the little guys in the basin are happy! They put on fragrant detergent, took a good bath and washed clean. This time, the river played more happily!
I like this song full of warmth and love. It embodies the deep love of my parents and accompanies me to grow up healthily and happily every day.
Children, you must also like to listen to the Kitchen Symphony, right?
Kitchen Symphony 2: I like listening to music best, like rock and roll, and like national style … but I can't compare with the Kitchen Symphony played by my grandmother.
At night, the kitchen was officially kicked off by the symphony "Ding Ding Ding, Knock Knock Knock". Grandma first put the white rice babies in a blue filter, then put them in the pool, and Sister Faucet began to sing wildly. Baby white rice also danced together, making a rustling sound. After washing the white rice, grandma brought green vegetables, red tomatoes and watery Chinese cabbage ... Seeing so many vegetables, Sister Faucet couldn't help it. She poured all the vegetables into her arms and gave them a "cold bath". They all feel refreshed. You sing "flowers" and I sing "shua shua".
After taking a shower, I began to cook and cook. Grandma put the white rice baby in the rice cooker, and with a "ding", the babies began to sleep. Then I cut vegetables, and the old lady, who was already in full swing, "knocked", cut the original oily vegetables by three times and five times. The following range hood appeared "whirring", and the uncle of gas stove was not to be outdone. With a click, a small yellow head appeared on his stomach and looked around curiously. Grandma poured some oil into the pot when it was hot. Soon, the oil was bubbling in the pot, rolling and singing children's songs, as if having a good time. "Wow", the vegetables are in the pot. With a spatula, they are singing "Bang Bang" rock songs for us over and over again. Another chorus began.
The symphony is coming to an end: the white rice baby wakes up, the vegetables finish singing, and the dinner containing grandma's care and love is also out. How can it not be delicious!
Kitchen Symphony 3 Maybe everyone thinks cooking is a burden, but I think cooking is a pleasure.
On my way home, I heard a strong wind blowing, some leaves were blown to the ground by the wind, and some leaves rustled in the trees. I was very hungry as soon as I got to the corridor, and I ran up at once. As soon as I opened the door, I asked my grandmother, Grandma, what delicious food did you make for me today? "Grandma said," is your little greedy bug out? I made you braised pork. "
I saw grandma turn on the tap, wash the onions and ginger in a hurry and put them on the chopping block. Everything is a row of fat and lean meat. When the pot was hot, she grunted "steaming, clattering" and poured some oil. Grandma tinkled with a shovel a few times, and the oil was evenly spread all over the bottom of the pot. As soon as the fat meat was put into the pot, it was so hot that it burst out of the oil. When Brother Lean laughed at the fat, the fat burst into flames. Commander Jiang was also thrown into the pot, which made the fat smell fishy and the transparent lid was covered. After a while, grandma opened the lid and poured in soy sauce and sugar. The meat turned red. "Bubble, it looks appetizing, and the braised pork is ready!"
When the aroma filled the whole kitchen, braised pork had smacked into the plate. I took a piece and chewed it in my mouth. When I gently bit the oil of braised pork, it came out and almost burned my mouth. Haha, I'm really satisfied!
What a wonderful kitchen symphony!
"Kitchen Symphony 4" Mother's hand is like a baton in a musician's hand. Why? Because every day my mother plays "symphony" in the kitchen waving "baton", it's not, my mother came back after buying vegetables, and the symphony is about to start again.
"wow. . 。” This is the unique singing of Shuidi. Mother began to bathe the vegetables, and Sister Tomato and Sister Green Pepper happily jumped into the water to bathe. "sasha vujacic ..." This is a chorus of rice and water drops. Listen to the voice, and you will know that mother is washing rice. "Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop. Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop. In a short time, the prelude was over.
Mother began to play, and the oil in the pot screeched. "Zizizi ..." Can the oil in the pot be used? It seems that some oil is so naughty that I can't wait to spill it out of the pot. Slowly, the voice dropped. I guess my mother turned down the fire. "Luo" This is the egg drumming in the bowl, and the yolk and protein slide into the bowl like a slide. "Dadada ..." It turned out that my mother was beating eggs. "Zillah, scratching ..." The eggs ran into the oil, and the tomatoes joined in. "scrambling" They played so loudly! The hottest part is over.
"Chen Wenjing ..." The spatula finally went out, and all the vegetables were driven out of the pot and swept off the stage. "Have a meal!" After mom shouted, the symphony in the kitchen ended and a delicious meal appeared.
This is how my mother played a symphony in the kitchen with her hands full of aura. This baton also exudes my mother's true love.
The kitchen symphony arrived at dusk on the evening of the 5th, and I was alone at home. Because mom and dad are very busy at work, I thought, "mom and dad must come home very late, so I'd better try to cook by myself!" " "
I went into the kitchen and picked up Chinese cabbage. I turn on the tap to wash the vegetables first, and then I hear the sound of "Hua La", like singing a beautiful song. After turning off the tap, I took the cabbage to the chopping board, with a knife in one hand and vegetables in the other, and began to cut it. I only heard the sound of "rustling sand", as if vegetables were taking a bath. After the vegetables were cut, I poured oil into the pot and only heard the sound of "tick-tock", like the sound of light rain falling from the sky. I pressed the button of the range hood, and the range hood made a "squeaky" sound. There is smoke in the oil pan. I shovel the cabbage with a shovel, and the pot makes "jingle, squeak" music, just like Chinese cabbage swimming happily in the pot! Then put the salt and chicken essence into the cabbage, so that a bowl of delicious fried cabbage can be eaten. I put the cabbage on the table, and other dishes came one after another, including scrambled eggs with tomatoes, boiled fish, braised pork and beef tenderloin with green peppers.
I fried the food and my parents came back. They were happy to see a table full of food and praised me for growing up! Can do it! I'm flattered. The sound of pots and pans is really nice!
Kitchen Symphony 6 It's a Sunday, the sun is shining and the air is fresh. I did my homework carefully at home and finished it before I knew it.
I came to the living room and heard the sound of "Hua" coming from the kitchen. I ran to the kitchen quickly. When I saw it, my mother was preparing to make lunch. I asked her, "What are you cooking at noon today?" "Sure, cook your favorite fried fish head." I listened to my mother's words and cried happily.
I saw my mother put the washed fish on the board, "click, click", and the fish was chopped into three and a half. Then my mother washed the fish clean. Then my mother turned on the gas with a "spray", poured the oil into the pot and put the minced onion and ginger on it. Suddenly, there was a "crackling" frying sound in the pot, and the splashing oil was really like a lively child.
I only listen to my mother and wait patiently. Mother said, while busy putting spices. Finally, the pot made a "glug" sound. When my mother opened the pot, she saw the fish turn golden yellow. My mother put the fish on the plate. I quickly picked up a piece of chopsticks and put it in my mouth. "Hey, it smells good!" "Mom cooked several good dishes, with a bang, a bang and a tinkling sound of cooking. My restaurant played a wonderful symphony, which is the most beautiful music in my heart.
Kitchen Symphony 7 On Sunday morning, I got up in a daze and saw my mother busy in the kitchen at a glance. I stepped forward and said, "Mom, you can't do it alone, so let me help you!" " Mother said, "Good." I said, "What should I do now?" Mother said, "You get two eggs from the kitchen." I said, "Good!" I ran to the refrigerator to open it, and then slammed the refrigerator. I said, "Mom, I brought it." Mother said, "put it on the counter and wash the tomatoes I bought." I said, "Well," I took the tomatoes to the pool. I turned on the tap and the water rushed down. After I washed the tomatoes, my mother asked me to stir the eggs. Mother poured the eggs into the boiling oil pan, and there was a sound of "stabbing, stabbing" inside.
Finally, mom's breakfast is ready, and the sound in the kitchen is really nice. It's like a symphony, such as "thorn, thorn" and "rush"!
Kitchen Symphony 8 Kitchen Symphony Sunday afternoon, I asked my mother with a smile, "Mom, what's for dinner tonight?" "Fried broad beans, green peppers, fried meat, vegetarian cabbage soup, cold cucumber. "I said in surprise," What a sumptuous dinner! " Mother said, "Would you like to cook with me?" In this way, I was lucky enough to walk into the kitchen, observe the cooking of the "chef" at close range and enjoy a wonderful kitchen symphony.
The water "clattered" into the pool, and the leaves of vegetables appeared greener in the water. What are you doing here? It turned out to be sliced meat. After everything was ready, the Kitchen Symphony officially began. With a splash, the oil was in the pot. This sudden sound startled me, and suddenly it was another sound, no! What scares me is a series of "explosions". When I came to my senses, the pot over there "grunted" steaming, and slowly a fragrance came to my nose.
I thought, am I in a fairyland? Time goes by, the kitchen symphony is coming to an end, and plates of delicious dishes are ready.
While enjoying plates of delicious food, my father and I picked up chopsticks and began to work eagerly. For a time, we were "Tintin" and "Yummy Yummy". After a while, my father and I wolfed down all the dishes. I deeply realized that a simple meal is not only a hard work, but also a wonderful concert.
Kitchen Symphony 9 Today, my father was in a good mood and decided to cook a sumptuous meal at home. Let me try his cooking.
Dad took out onions and pork liver from the refrigerator and prepared to make a dish of my favorite fried pork liver with onions. He turned on the tap and washed the onions with water first. Water flows through the skin of onion, and the round onion is like a purple bud in bud. Dad then cut off both ends of the onion, peeled off the onion skin one by one and cut it into small pieces. Then, he put the pork liver on the chopping block, cut it into pieces, and put the onion and pork liver in a bowl and put it aside.
Dad opened the range hood with a beep, and the range hood immediately made a "whirring" sound, just like a strong wind whistling. He turned on the gas stove again, and with a bang, the fire lit up and gave a "shout". The blue flame is like a bird dancing at the bottom of the pot. Dad lifted the oil drum, and golden vegetable oil flowed out of the drum like golden silk thread. The oil became hot at the high temperature of the fire. At this time, my father poured pork liver and onions into the pot, and the pot made a "crackling" sound. Dad picked up a spatula, stir-fried vegetables and made a "crack" sound. Slowly, the onion turns from crimson to brown, and the petals of onion full of water turn from crystal clear to dull and soft. At this time, my father put in a little sugar and soy sauce and dropped a few drops of vinegar. After another "scraping" stir-fry, the steaming pork liver with scallion was served on the table.
I smell the fragrance and my mouth is watering. I picked up a piece of chopsticks and put it in my mouth. Ah, sour and sweet. It's delicious!
The Kitchen Symphony 10 Today, Mother Bao jiaozi and jiaozi also started the kitchen symphony.
The water girl first awakened the flour with her wonderful singing, and then attracted pots, chopsticks and chopping boards.
Then he woke up boss Dao. Boss Dao said, "Did you start work so early?" Miss Shui replied, "Yes, boss, the host will take care of jiaozi today." Boss Dao asked, "What should I cut today, so that I can call out all the capable little experts!" " "Water girl replied," Boss, you don't need anything else, just yourself, because you can handle leeks and meat yourself today. "Brother soy sauce, sister salt, aunt monosodium glutamate, uncle pepper and sister sesame oil all jumped out and said," How can Bao jiaozi live without us? Boss Dao only cares about his "thump" jumping happily, and occasionally there is a bang. Brother Soy Sauce, Sister Yan and Aunt MSG cheered together, and soon everything was all right. Meat, leeks and spices can't wait to get together. Oh, dear! This knife boss is really a talent! After his processing and adding spices, the fragrant stuffing was made. Next, Noodles twisted her graceful waist and walked onto the stage. With the help of a rolling pin, it soon turned into round leather. Everything was ready, and my father, mother and sister quickly wrapped up jiaozi.
Finally, jiaozi, who was fat for nothing, served pots and plates, and the symphony in the kitchen ended.
Kitchen symphony 1 1 In the evening, I do my homework alone in the study. "Ding-dong, Ding-dong" A ringing doorbell broke the silence in the room. I opened the door and saw that it was my mother who came back from work. I saw her holding a big bag of vegetables, including leeks, eggs, hairtail and big ribs. Wow! They are all my favorite dishes, and a hearty dinner seems to have appeared in front of my eyes.
"Hey, go and beat two eggs." "ok!" I readily agreed. I ran into the kitchen with a bang, then banged the egg on the side of the bowl twice, and then broke it hard. Bang, Huang Chengcheng's yolk and transparent protein slipped into the bowl. "Dangdang Dangdang" I took chopsticks and began to stir the egg mixture. Mother picked the leek, washed it and put it on the chopping board. "Chen Wenjing Cha, Chen Wenjing ..." There was a rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen. The voice is high and low, urgent and slow, very beautiful.
Everything is ready, mother turned around, turned on the gas, slammed the pot on the gas stove, and then poured some oil into the pot. When the oil temperature rises, pour the egg liquid into the pot. "collapse!" The egg bubbled and soon became an omelet. Mother stirred the omelet a few times, put it on the plate, and then poured oil into the pot. When the oil starts to smoke, pour chopped green onion and leek into the pot in turn. "Cha-la-la-la-la" is even louder this time. I recoiled in fear, while my mother was frying it leisurely. Leek dances happily in the oil pan with a spatula. Mother immediately put the seasoning into the pot and then cooked the dishes. ...
In a short time, four dishes and one soup were born in my mother's hand. Looking at the tempting food on the table, I can't help but drool "flying down three thousands of feet". "Have a meal!" A beautiful kitchen symphony ends with mom's call.
Kitchen Symphony 12 There are many wonderful sounds in the world, including the chirping of birds, the rushing sound of streams, the rustling of leaves and the sound of people playing. My favorite is the "symphony" that my father sent from the kitchen when he was cooking.
One day at noon, guests came to the house, and my father kept them at home for dinner. When mom is not at home, the task of cooking naturally falls on dad's shoulder. Dad rolled up his sleeves and put on his apron and went into the kitchen, while I went to accompany the guests. Although I sat in front of the guests, my heart followed my father into the kitchen, and my ears were particularly sensitive to all kinds of sounds coming from the kitchen. "Hua Hua", this is the sound of running water. Dad has already started washing vegetables. This is the prelude to the Kitchen Symphony. The sound of "Dangdang Dangdang" is crisp, neat and rhythmic, which reminds me of my father's skillful hands at once. Oh! This is the first movement of this symphony. I heard the sound of a spatula colliding with an iron pan again. After a while, my father began to cook. After a while, there was a sound of "Hua Hua" turning vegetables. The sound is skillful and brisk, which is the climax of the "symphony". The sound of "tinkling", which is the end of the "symphony", is my father knocking on the plate with a pot and gesturing for me to serve.
With the father's shout: "dinner!" " The delicious dishes were served, and the room was filled with the smell of vegetables. At this point, the "symphony" in the kitchen is over.
Kitchen symphony 13 once, when I came home from school, I saw my cousin in grade one playing with toys and asked, "Have you finished your homework?" It's over. Cousin said. I said, "check it for me later, and I'll do my homework first." My cousin nodded his head.
I finished my homework, and I helped my cousin check her homework. Suddenly, my stomach growled, and I thought, "Why haven't my parents come back yet?" I think it's only 6 o'clock. My parents usually get home at 7 o'clock. Cousin said, "Sister, I'm hungry." "Come on, let's make fried rice with eggs." I fry rice and eggs in a pan. Then, I covered the pot and went to play with my cousin. For about 20 minutes, I heard the sound of "bang, bang". I immediately ran over to have a look, and the food inside turned into a "black face". What should I do? I looked at the clock. It's half past six. I said to my cousin, "You must hurry when you go downstairs to buy two eggs." . My cousin rushed downstairs with the money. I'm cleaning up the crime scene. I emptied the jar. While I was washing the pot, my cousin came back. She put the eggs back in the refrigerator and helped me clean the kitchen floor. I am cleaning the gas stove.
Finally finished. It's 6: 50, and mom and dad will be home soon. Speaking of the devil, my mother opened the door with a key and came in. My mother once smelled the kitchen with her keen nose, but she didn't smell anything. My cousin and I both laughed.
In this way, we avoided a section.
Kitchen Symphony 14 My parents went to work overtime at the weekend, and only my grandmother stayed at home with me. "Ding-dong, Ding-dong" When the bell rang at eleven o'clock, I shouted, "Grandma! Grandma! Get up and cook! "
Grandma said weakly to me, "Zhang Meiniu, grandma has a headache today and can't cook for you." Otherwise, you can order your own takeout! "Then grandma went to sleep again.
Otherwise, I'll cook a meal for grandma! I quietly walked into the kitchen and began to write a kitchen symphony.
I took out two round eggs from the refrigerator and found a blue and white bowl. I picked up two eggs and hit them hard. The eggshell is broken, and the transparent egg white and golden yolk flow out from the eggshell. I let them lie in the bowl for a while. "Hua, Hua ..." I washed the vegetables and put them in the basket, and everything was ready.
"Wu Weng Weng, Wu Weng Weng ..." The range hood is the prelude to the symphony. "pa! Hey! " Flint is the drum of the symphony. I heat the wok, and the egg liquid flows into the clear oil, as if violin, viola and cello were playing together. The egg liquid suddenly solidified, and Huang Cancan's delicious omelet came out of the pot.
Then, I cooked a pot of boiling water and put the vegetables in the water. "Gollum, Gollum ..." "Just listen to Kuang-"After cooking, mix the materials and set the plate like a drum.
Lunch is here and the kitchen symphony is over. I woke up my grandmother and shared the taste of love.
Kitchen symphony 15 on Sunday morning, I was awakened from my dream by the sound of "thunderbolt". It turned out that mom was cooking breakfast!
"Beibei, come and help mom!" I dressed slowly and answered casually.
As soon as I entered the kitchen, a pungent smell of oil smoke went straight to my nostrils, making my tears almost flow down. I have to cover my nose with one hand to help my mother. I break the eggs first, then stir them for my mother, and then put them in the pot. I only heard the voice of "Little Chef Hippo", and the eggs in the pot were bubbling. Mother was afraid that the egg would burn, so she quickly turned it over with a spatula. At this time, the kettle on the gas stove hummed a tune, as if to say, "The water is boiling, the water is boiling!" " So, I went up to turn off the gas and poured the water from the kettle into the water bottle. Mother took out three porcelain bowls from the cupboard and put the eggs in the bowls. Then, my mother took out the cabbage from the refrigerator and put it in the pot with a bang. After about five minutes, my mother put monosodium glutamate and other condiments into the pot. Add some water and bang the lid. Almost half an hour later, a bowl of delicious cabbage soup is ready. Our family of three sat at the dining table, eating a steaming breakfast.
Children, don't you think the sound from my kitchen is a wonderful kitchen symphony?