I remember when I was 6 years old, I saw my mother's cooking was fragrant and crisp, and I wanted to be a little chef like my mother. Mom knows what I think and readily agrees!
The first dish I cooked that day was "cold cucumber". I patted the cucumber with a kitchen knife first. That guy is really heavy. It's hard for me to pick it up. I carefully put the knife in front of the cucumber. "Pa", a hard beat, the kitchen knife smashed the tender cucumber to pieces. I cut the cucumber into small pieces with a knife, happily put the cucumber on the plate, took out the seasoning and sprinkled it carefully like my mother, for fear that the mixed food would not taste good. After a while, the food was ready. After my mother tasted a piece of cucumber, she said to me, "My son is great. Cold cucumber is delicious! " It's just that the salt is a little less and the taste is a little weak. "After listening to my mother's words, I was both happy and puzzled: What is salt? How to put more, light dishes will be sweet and delicious, isn't it a magical "powder" ...
So I thought about the answer to this question in front of the little chef. Finally, one day, I woke up from my dream and naively thought that salt was equal to the "essence" of food! With it, food will be sweet and delicious, with less salt and more salt! After reaching this conclusion, I jumped around happily, looking forward to coming to my mother early tomorrow to see how great her son is! But I can't let my mother know the secret. If my mother knew, her cooking would be as delicious as mine.
The next day I crept into the kitchen and prepared another cold cucumber, which was super delicious! I'm going to wash vegetables, shoot vegetables and put seasonings first, and then show my "cooking tips". I'll look around in case my mother sees me. I was ecstatic after confirming that everything was all right. I immediately took out the salt pot and put seven or eight spoonfuls of salt into the dish with a small spoon. This just contentedly clean up the kitchen and give the dishes to my mother.
My mother's eyes lit up when she saw my cooking. She picked up chopsticks and ate a cucumber. She is too salty. She just wants to drink water. She asked me strangely, "son, how did you prepare food today?" Why is it so salty? Didn't you mix well a few days ago? " After listening to my mother, I panicked. How did this happen? Wouldn't it be better to put more salt? I also picked up chopsticks and took a bite of cucumber. Wow, it's too salty! It's terrible. My tongue is numb. It turns out that salty dishes don't taste better. ...
Now, whenever I see mixed cucumbers, my face always turns red involuntarily. Through cooking, I gradually figured out a truth: no matter what you do, you must have a "degree". Too much or too little is not good. Only when it's just right can you do things well.
Yes! Childhood is like a string of beautiful pearls in your palm, each of which will make you laugh!