On Women's Day on March 8th, I was at home thinking hard about how to finish the homework assigned by my teacher, "Help my mother do a housework". At this time, there was a burst of fragrance from the kitchen. "Hey, what is mom cooking, so fragrant?" I hurried to the kitchen. It turned out that my mother had just finished cooking my favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and was washing the pot to prepare the mushroom dish. So I sneaked in to try a new piece of ribs, only to be found by my mother: "Little greedy cat knows how to steal food!"! Bring a pair of chopsticks yourself! " I put the biggest ribs in my mouth and said, "Well, the ribs cooked by mom today are really delicious!" " When I was about to clip the second piece, my mother said again, "Go, go, do your homework quickly, and don't make trouble here!" I want to fry mushrooms! "

"hmm? Mushroom dishes? That's right! " An inspiration flashed through my mind, "Why don't I help my mother fry mushrooms!" So, I quickly put down my chopsticks and said to my mother, "Mom, let me cook the mushroom dish." Mother waved her hand and said, "Did you hear me when I told you to do your homework? You don't have to worry about cooking! " I was not reconciled after listening, and kept shaking my mother's hand: "Mom, today is Women's Day on March 8, and the teacher wants us to help you with a housework, so please promise me! Please!" My mother was impatient with my pestering, so she asked, "Can you do it?"? "I patted my chest with confidence:" Don't underestimate people! My father has taught me some cooking methods at home last time, so please wait for my delicious food with confidence! " "Come on, little ancestor, I really can't help you." My mother couldn't help but pester me, so she gave me the "power" of cooking, tied my apron and sleeves, and armed me to the teeth. My mother stood beside me again, ready to watch me burn. When I saw this, I quickly pushed my mother into the room: "Mom, today is Women's Day on March 8, so you should enjoy your retirement. Besides, if someone is watching me cook, I can't play it. " After listening to my words, my mother told me a few notes on cooking and went to the room to watch TV.

It's my turn to show my talents. I first turned on the induction cooker, and then followed my mother's instructions to pour the oil into the pot. After only a few seconds, a few threads of black smoke appeared in the pot. I quickly poured the washed dishes in, only to hear the sound of "poof", and the oil immediately splashed up, and a few naughty oil spots splashed on me. I quickly wiped the oil off my body with a cloth and went back to the induction cooker to continue frying. I turned the dish over with a spatula, and when I took a closer look, I was almost shocked. It turned out that the other side of the dish was already a little burnt. Alas, it's a bad start! I couldn't help speeding up the stir-fry. At this time, I accidentally put too much force on it, and suddenly several dishes were fried outside the pot. I quickly looked back and saw that my mother was not here. I am glad that my mother went to the room to watch TV, otherwise I would definitely be scolded by my mother. So I quickly picked up the dishes and threw them back into the pot. Now it's time to put salt. I'm afraid that too little salt will affect the taste, so I put a big handful and a spoonful of monosodium glutamate in one breath. After stir-frying for a while, I tasted the soup and quickly spit it out: "What kind of soup is this? Why is it so salty?" Didn't you put too much salt just now? What should I do? " I'm thinking hard about the solution. "I have it." My mind suddenly flashed, "Let the' fire brigade' come and help!" With that, I poured some water into the "fire brigade". After stirring a few times, I tasted the taste again, and the taste has faded a lot: "The water is so great that it successfully extinguished the salty taste!" " I put the lid on again and waited for the water to boil.

after a minute, I opened the lid, but the water was still boiling. "Why is it so slow? It hasn't boiled yet!" So, I turned on the firepower of the induction cooker to the maximum. Finally, with the passage of time, a trace of water vapor emerged from the pot. It turned out that the water was boiling. I rushed forward in surprise, trying to open the lid and enjoy the delicious food I was about to finish. However, as soon as I opened the lid, my hand was burned by the steam coming out of it. I quickly threw the lid back on the pot. At this time, I felt a burning sensation on my hand. When I looked at my hand again, it was a little red and swollen: "Wow, it's too dangerous. My hand almost became a braised hoof." I was busy putting my hand under the faucet to wash it. At this moment, there was a "gurgling" sound behind me. I looked back and saw that the stove was covered with water. Ah, no! I forgot my injured hand. After turning off the tap, I dashed forward again and quickly turned off the induction cooker. I immediately brought a rag to clean the water on the stove. "How to open the lid? Do you want to call mom? " My mind is searching for a solution. I remembered a sentence my father once told me: when opening the lid, you should hold the lid with a rag and then open the lid with your back to yourself, so it is safe. Thinking of this, I immediately opened the lid according to this method, and I really didn't burn my hands.

I put the dishes on the plate. The mushroom dish I cooked has finally come out! I picked up a small one with chopsticks, blew it and put it in my mouth: "Mmm, delicious, delicious!" " I shouted excitedly, "mom, come here quickly!" My food is ready! " When mother heard this, she hurried to the kitchen. I pointed to my dish and said, "My … OK … Mushroom dish … OK!" " At this point, I was already incoherent because of excitement. My mother looked in the direction where I was pointing and found the steaming mushroom dish: "This is, did you make it?" I nodded hard, and my mother quickly picked up one with chopsticks and tasted it: "Well, yes, Binbin, it was so delicious the first time you cooked it, but why is there so much soup?" I dare not tell my mother the truth of the matter, so I have to say, "more soup is good for dinner!" " Dinner is ready, and the family is sitting around the table. Today's

day's dishes are really rich, including sweet and sour pork ribs, red shrimp stewed with wine, pomfret with scallion oil, and a dish that I personally cooked-fried mushrooms. Everyone praised the mushroom dish I cooked as the "best" today. I'm so glad to hear this. I made up my mind secretly that I should learn more cooking skills from my mother in the future, so that I can practice more and try to cook more and better dishes.