After my mother left, I immediately got into the kitchen and started cooking. The faucet quarreled with the basin, releasing a lot of water, and the little vegetables plunged into the basin and took a comfortable bath. At this time, when the gas stove was "scratching", the flames came out. The oil danced "zi zi", and the little greens jumped into the iron pot, and the shovel stirred it "ding ding", like greeting the dear iron pot brothers. Add the seasoning, I "thunk" out the plate, put the small vegetables in, and a plate of delicious small vegetables is ready. I brought the vegetables to the table and then got into the kitchen. The faucet sang a song, and several big ribs jumped into the basin together. I put on my gloves and reached into the basin to wash the blood off my bones. "Bang bang bang" the bone was cut into small pieces. I took half a pot of water, put it on the gas stove, and started to cook. Then I put the ribs in, put some onions, some yellow wine, some salt and some vinegar, and cooked for half an hour. Half an hour passed, and I opened the lid. It was really fragrant! I took out the big shot, put the soup in, and brought it to the table. Two dishes were cooked.
The doorbell rang, and my mother came back. My mother and I ate happily.