1. Please write 100 words in detail about my mother’s actions of chopping vegetables and cooking.

Yeah! 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, looking at these cold meals, I couldn't help but I remembered the scene when my mother called me to eat every morning - my mother prepared hot and fragrant meals and put them on the table for me to eat. 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, but just put the food gently on my mother's bed. on the table next to me, and then said to my mother: "Let's eat together!" My mother 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 and knows how to care about his 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 eating, I put away the dishes and went to school facing the morning sun.

2. A 600-word essay on "I watched my mother cook"

I learned to cook

When I woke up this morning, I got dressed and saw that my mother was still there. She was sleeping. I didn't wake her up, and I was hungry waiting for my mother to get up to cook. At this time, a thought flashed in my mind: I am already ten years old, and it is time to learn to cook.

I'll do it I went to the kitchen to see if there was anything I could cook. I found some mung beans. I remembered that my parents were very busy at work these days and had already gotten angry. Mung beans could relieve the heat, so I decided to make mung bean tea.

I took a small bowl and filled it with a full bowl of mung beans. I picked out the dirt inside and rinsed it out with water. Then I filled the rice cooker with half a pot of water and poured the washed mung beans into the rice cooker. Here, turn on the power, set the rice cooker to the cooking setting, and prepare to stir-fry.

What to stir-fry? Mom usually loves to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so let’s make scrambled eggs with tomatoes! I first took four eggs and two tomatoes, and followed my mother's example of breaking the eggs into a bowl. Then I ran into trouble: I didn't know how much salt to put in. Suddenly I remembered that my mother usually only put a little bit in scrambled eggs. Salt. I put a little bit of salt as usual, stirred it well and set it aside. Pour the oil into the pot. After a while, I heard a "sizzling" sound. It turned out that the oil was hot. I quickly poured the eggs into the pot. No. I kept flipping and breaking the eggs into pieces and poured them into the plate. At this time, I breathed a sigh of relief. When I turned back to get the tomatoes, I found that the tomatoes had not been cut yet. I quickly picked up the knife and started cutting them. Tomatoes. I first cut them on the chopping board, but then I got some tomato juice on the chopping board. At this time, I suddenly remembered that my mother usually used it to cut tomatoes. I also carefully cut them into the bowl. After a while, I cut them into the bowl. The tomatoes were cut. I turned on the fire and waited for the water in the pot to dry up, then put a little more oil in the pot. When the oil started to smoke, I quickly poured the tomatoes into the pot, flipped them left and right in the pot for a while, and then added Put the eggs back into the pot, add Nande seasoning and MSG, mix well, and pour it into the plate. A fragrant plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes is ready.

I opened the rice cooker and took a look. The mung beans have "bloomed". I knew that the mung bean tea was also cooked, so I scooped them out, served them on the table, and went to wake my mother up.

When my mother got up and saw the food on the table, she was surprised. I asked, "Who made this?" "I did it!" I said proudly. "Really? My child has grown up and can cook!" I felt happy listening to my mother's praise.

I learned this meal bit by bit while watching my mother cook. It seems that "everything you pay attention to is learned"! In the future, in my study and life, I will have to observe carefully, pay attention everywhere, and learn more knowledge.

I learned to make dumplings 3. Detailed composition of my mother’s cooking for me in the morning

There are so many people to thank in my life. 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 review. She looked at it, then looked at me with a stern look, and said seriously: "It's so scrawled, go and rewrite it!" "I had to take it and rewrite it with a sad face. I was very reluctant to rewrite, so I only erased some scribbles and left the rest unchanged. My mother read it and criticized me more severely. I pouted with tears in my eyes and didn't want to But when I saw my mother’s insistent and stern look, I had to take it back and write it again. This time I learned the lessons from the previous two times and rewrote it carefully. My mother read it and she smiled happily. Said: "Child, are you sad that I asked you to rewrite it just now? "I nodded aggrievedly. My mother said earnestly: "Son, can you see if your current homework is more neat and beautiful than the one just now? So learn from it in the future and don’t make such mistakes again. "I nodded in understanding.

Now my handwriting is so neat and beautiful, I must thank my mother for her strict requirements on me!

I am forever grateful to my wonderful mother who raised me. 4. Asking for an essay about watching my mother cook.

When I came home from school today, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen gently and saw my mother preparing to cook tomatoes and scrambled eggs.

I saw my mother smash the eggs, pour the egg whites and egg yolks into a bowl, and stir them with chopsticks for a while until the eggs turned into egg paste. Mom cut the tomatoes into pieces again.

The preparations were completed, and my mother started to have a fever. Mom first turns on the range hood, then lights the gas stove, puts on the wok, then pours oil into the pot and adds onions and ginger.

I saw my mother waiting, so I asked curiously: "Mom, what are you waiting for? Why don't you just put the eggs and tomato pieces in?" My mother smiled and replied: "We have to wait for the oil to boil. Only then can I put the vegetables in. "Oh! So that’s it! There is also knowledge in cooking.

When the oil boiled, my mother gently put the eggs into the pot and kept turning the pot. After a while, it turned into a big egg cake. Mom used a shovel to cut the egg cake into pieces and put them on a plate for later use.

Then put a little oil in the pot. After the oil is hot, put the tomatoes into the pot and stir-fry. Add the seasonings and stir-fry until they are mostly cooked. Add the eggs and stir-fry. After a while, The aroma came to my nose, and my mother put the dishes on the plate. 5. Composition about watching my mother cook

Every day when I eat, I find my mother’s cooking unpalatable. One day, I watched my mother cook and learned how to cook. If I cooked for everyone, I would definitely be better than my mother.

When I came home from school today, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen gently and saw my mother preparing to cook tomatoes and scrambled eggs. I saw my mother smash the eggs, pour the egg whites and yolks into a bowl, and stir them with chopsticks for a while until the eggs turned into egg paste. Mom cut the tomatoes into pieces again. The preparations were completed and my mother started to have a fever. Mom first turns on the range hood, then lights the gas stove, puts on the wok, then pours oil into the pot and adds onions and ginger. I saw my mother waiting, so I asked curiously: "Mom, what are you waiting for? Why don't you just put the eggs and tomato pieces in?" My mother smiled and replied: "You have to wait until the oil boils before you can put the vegetables in. "oh! So that’s it! There is also knowledge in cooking. When the oil boiled, my mother gently put the eggs into the pot and kept turning the pot. After a while, it turned into a big egg cake. Mom used a shovel to cut the egg cake into pieces and put them on a plate for later use. Then put a little oil in the pot. After the oil is hot, put the tomatoes into the pot and stir-fry. Add condiments. Stir-fry until half cooked. Add the eggs and stir-fry. After a while, a fragrance comes out. Mom Put the food on the plate.

I thought: It’s so difficult to cook a simple dish! I feel really ashamed when I think of how picky I am about the food my mother cooks. My mother cooks food for us every day. It’s so hard work, but I’m not satisfied yet. Tonight, I tasted the dishes cooked by my mother with relish. I think today’s dishes are so delicious. 6. Seventh Grade Composition Mother’s Cooking

Some of the dishes my mother cooks are sweet, some are sour, and some are sour. Very spicy. . ..But I think every dish my mother cooks is made with love, so the dishes my mother cooks are the most delicious.

One day, it was very cold and it was snowing heavily outside. My mother got home very late from get off work. My brother and I were already ravenous with hunger, but looking at our mother's face that was red from the cold, we persuaded her to rest for a while and warm up before cooking. No matter how we tried to persuade her, my mother still insisted on cooking immediately. Mom cooked some of our favorite dishes in just three strokes. Eating these warm dishes, I felt that this was the most delicious meal I had ever eaten. Even the rice was sweet!

Don’t think that my mother cooks a lot of delicious food for me every day! My mother was worried that my brother and I were over-nourished and unbalanced, so she strictly controlled our food mix every day. My brother and I both like to eat meat. My mother cooks various vegetables in different ways every time and tells us the benefits of eating vegetables. Although we still miss the delicious meat in our hearts, we know our mother’s good intentions and still eat the vegetables cooked by her with relish.

Mom looked at us eating and smiled happily!

My brother and I eat the delicious food made by our mother every day, and we grow taller and stronger. 7. Composition about watching mother cook

Composition about watching mother cook

Today, I wanted to cook for everyone when I grow up, so I ran to the kitchen and watched my mother cook. Mom told me to eat braised pork ribs today. I couldn't help but jump up when I heard it, because this is my favorite.

Mom first cuts the ribs into pieces, washes the onions and other ingredients. Turn on the gas hood, light the fire, pour yellow oil into the pot, and overheat.

I heard a 'squeak' sound, and my mother had put the ribs into the pot. She turned the whole chop over with a spatula, like a swimmer. Wait until both sides turn yellow, then pour off the excess oil. Mom added soy sauce, onions, and sugar to the ribs. I asked my mother: "Why do you need to add so much soy sauce, onions, and sugar?

" My mother replied: "Add more to make the ribs more colorful, and more onions to make them more fragrant. "Candy is delicious."

After hearing what my mother said, I smelled the smell of meat and couldn't help but want to take a bite. But my mother said, "Don't worry, it's still early!" She turned down the heat and let the ribs simmer in the pot for another ten minutes. The braised pork ribs finally appeared, and everyone ate them with gusto.

I praised my mother: "Your cooking skills are simply the best in the world." 8. Watch your mother cooking composition

When I came home from school today, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen. I walked gently into the kitchen and saw my mother preparing to cook tomatoes and scrambled eggs.

I saw my mother smash the eggs, pour the egg whites and egg yolks into a bowl, and stir them with chopsticks for a while until the eggs turned into egg paste. Mom cut the tomatoes into pieces again.

The preparations were completed, and my mother started to have a fever. Mom first turns on the range hood, then lights the gas stove, puts on the wok, then pours oil into the pot and adds onions and ginger.

I saw my mother waiting, so I asked curiously: "Mom, what are you waiting for? Why don't you just put the eggs and tomato pieces in?" My mother smiled and replied: "We have to wait for the oil to boil. Only then can I put the vegetables in. "Oh! So that’s it! There is also knowledge in cooking.

When the oil boiled, my mother gently put the eggs into the pot and kept turning the pot. After a while, it turned into a big egg cake. Mom used a shovel to cut the egg cake into pieces and put them on a plate for later use.

Then put a little oil in the pot. After the oil is hot, put the tomatoes into the pot and stir-fry. Add the seasonings and stir-fry until they are mostly cooked. Add the eggs and stir-fry. After a while, The aroma came to my nose, and my mother put the dishes on the plate.