Write a composition about cooking

Grandma is going to make a sumptuous dinner tonight, and she wants me to help her cook it. I thought to myself: What’s so difficult about cooking? It’s up to me.

But things are not that simple. The first item is to make noodles. Grandma gave me the noodles she had made in advance. I folded them randomly a few times, but the layers did not fit together. I cut them a few times, and the noodles were thin and thick. I put the noodles into the water that was not boiling. After about two or three minutes, I opened the lid of the pot and was surprised. All the noodles that I put in turned into batter.

This is not over yet, there is another more difficult task - cooking.

I put the vegetables on the cutting board, not as neatly as grandma. I gritted my teeth and cut it in one stroke. Fortunately, this cut was not too bad, so I cut a few more times. I put the chopped green vegetables into the oil pan, and with a "chila" sound, a little oil splashed on my face. Oops, it really hurts. I covered my face with a towel, and with a shovel in my other hand, I stirred it a few times. When I felt that it was almost done, I poured the vegetables onto the plate.

I started to make the last dish - fish soup. I took out a fish from the refrigerator, chopped some green onions, put the fish and green onions into boiling water, and when they were almost cooked, served them out.

I took a bite of the noodles, which were spongy and sticky. I took another bite of the food and found it to be "the best in the world". I took another sip of the fish soup. It was bland and fishy, ??not to mention unpalatable.

Looking at the table of "delicious food" in front of me, I shook my head helplessly. While shaking my head, I realized a lot.