when I come home from school, I always run into the kitchen first, smell the tempting fragrance and say, "Mom, what did you cook for me?" "Come on, little greedy cat, I'll give you a taste first." Mom said, she put a chopstick in the dish and sent it into my mouth. I ate and said, "It's delicious!" Mother's kind face broke into a smile.
It's summer vacation. I often finish my homework, and then I go to the kitchen to help my mother wash an onion, bring a bowl and a plate, and start my mother's small kitchen. One day, I finished my homework and went to the kitchen. When I saw my mother cooking, I said, "Mom, mom, will you teach me how to cook?" Mom said, "OK, OK, OK, but step by step. Today, you should learn to scrape loofah and make scrambled eggs with tomatoes." "Great, I can be my mother's little chef!"
Mom took a loofah in one hand and a planer in the other, and shaved a few times very smoothly, so give me a demonstration. I learned from my mother's appearance and scraped patiently. When I gave my mother the uneven shaved loofah, my mother smiled from ear to ear and said, "Not bad, not bad, just a bit like a puppy biting it ..." "Mom, I will shave it more smoothly in the future!" Mother cut the loofah into long strips, put it in the stewed sparerib soup, roll it, and then turn off the induction cooker. The fragrance is fragrant, and then look, the green loofah floats on the soup, and my mouth is watering!
Then, my mother brought four eggs, bowls and chopsticks, and asked me to hold the bowl in one hand and the eggs in the other. My mother's big hand held my small hand and slammed the eggs down toward the edge of the bowl, and all the yolks and whites flowed into the bowl. Then, my mother told me to do the same. Although I was not skilled, I beat the egg white into my hand, but I finally beat the egg well. My mother taught me hand in hand to beat the egg white and yolk in the bowl into egg flowers with chopsticks. At this time, the oil in the pot was just hot, and my mother poured my beaten egg flowers into the pot, and the egg flowers immediately turned golden yellow. Mom added chopped tomatoes, and soon a plate of "scrambled eggs with tomatoes" was served.
Looking at the plates of delicious food on the table, I said to my mother, "Mom should teach her daughter cooking skills!" "Good!" My mother's eyes shone with love, stroking my head and saying, "Cooking pays attention to color, smell and taste, with many skills, materials selection, nutrition collocation, knife skills and heat ... Today you are my mother's little chef, and you will definitely become a master cook in the future!" I feel like pouring honey into my heart!