I saw him take vegetables out of the refrigerator, slowly remove the roots of vegetables with a knife, turn on the tap and wash the front and back of the leaves of vegetables one by one. Then take out the steaming board kitchen knife and prepare to cut vegetables. Dad is all thumbs, as if afraid of cutting him.
After about two or three minutes, everything is ready. Cooking began, only to see my father slowly wipe the water in the pot with a rag and pour oil on it. Dad said, "If the water in the pot is not washed clean, the oil will overflow." The oil is hot, so dad quickly pours the vegetables into the pot. I only heard a "sting". He danced with a shovel and fried vegetables. The shovel collided with the pot, and "clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang" became a symphony.
When the hot food is cooked, a smell comes to the nose. I quickly picked up chopsticks and tasted them with relish. It's really delicious. I praised my father for cooking as well as the chef in the restaurant.