Mother's day, my surprise day is my mother's eighth day. The language teacher arranged a job: to be an amateur teacher and then write an article. I began to think about other surprises with their brains. I think, I think, thinking about anything is a good thing. Suddenly, I saw noodles. withmotherdonotliketoeattnoodlesit？ Today, let me share delicious food. So, I went out to collect baskingnoodlescomein, and then picked up a big handful of wood to look at the kitchen. Then, iwenttofetchsomeburningsurfacingeneedsad. All the preparations have been completed. Until five o'clock, I want to go to the kitchen, put the pot on the stove and put the pot in the water. Then open the glass bottle and open the water little by little. When the water boils, I pour it into the pot and cover it. After burning for a while, I put cold water in the bathtub and put the lid on it. And Andburnedforawhile, iopenethedhelidtotoeethiesideofhewaterandopened, Iquicklyoffasmallgasstove, and enougofcalipfromthepootnoodleatingabit. Well, the pie is ripe. So, Iputoffthegasbottle. Then add monosodium glutamate, salt, lard, onion and water. Then, iputtheCooked PNoodlestopputFishbowplacedconditions. IUsechopsticksnoodlestundabody. Ah, abowlofnoodlescookedatasty. I stood at the dining table, holding a bowl, and walked into the living room. At this time, my mother had just come home. I came here in a hurry, with that pile of wood in my hand. Momlookedat，keepscomplimentingmegrowup，smilingfromeartoearbar。