One day, I was going to cook a delicious dish for my mother. I just did it and went to prepare things immediately. I brought the cabbage and winter bamboo shoots, shredded pork, dried tofu and rice cakes from the refrigerator. After I got everything ready, my mother asked me to prepare a bowl of water.

Everything was ready, all I needed was the east wind. I lit the gas stove, and heard a "pop" sound, and a bunch of blue flames jumped out. At this time, I put on the pot and let the water dry. After that, I poured a thin layer of oil at the bottom of the pot, and then I was ready to put the vegetables. I poured in the shredded pork, and I just heard the sound of "plop, plop", and the oil kept splashing out. I used the pot lid as a "shield", but the oil was still splashed, and it was so hot that I dropped the shovel and backed away. Several steps. When there was no more oil splashing out, I picked up the shovel and continued to fry. I poured in the winter bamboo shoots and dried tofu, and fried for a few minutes. After simmering for a while, I opened the lid of the pot, and it seemed like a cloud flying out of the pot. There was a huge dragon, and a stream of white smoke went straight to the roof. I quickly blocked the white smoke, poured the cabbage and rice cakes in, poured the rice wine and added salt, and after a while, it was ready.

The meal was served and I took a bite. ah! So delicious! Mom also smiled happily.