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Cooking makes me moved. An essay of more than 250 words.

Part 1: I learned to cook

Speaking of cooking, everyone is familiar with it, but it seems simple, but it is difficult to do it. Let me teach you how to make tomato scrambled eggs!

I remember one time, I wanted to try how to cook it. I told my mother my idea, and my mother agreed wholeheartedly and said, "Okay, what kind of food do you want to cook? Mom will teach you how to cook it." "I want to Making tomato scrambled eggs is my favorite. I want to see and try how to make it," I said. So, my mother took four tomatoes and five eggs, and first put the tomatoes in. Wash well. Then slice. I beat the eggs into the bowl again and stir them with chopsticks. Set the pot up and turn on low heat. Pour a little oil, then put the mixed eggs and sliced ??tomatoes into the pot, take a spatula and wait until one side is fried before moving to the other side. Keep doing this. After turning it three or four times, add A little salt, chicken powder, soy sauce and other seasonings. It's done.

Cooking is not difficult. It mainly depends on whether you put your heart into it. If you do, you will find it very easy. If not, you will find it very difficult.

Chapter 2: I learned to cook

One afternoon in autumn, my mother was peeling torreya, and I also peeled it with my mother.

My mother smiled and said, "This thing is dirty, so don't peel it off. If you insist on finding something to do, just help me cook!" I replied, "I'll cook it for you." I don’t know how to do it, so why don’t you stop and teach me?” Mom happily agreed.

At half past ten, my mother started to teach me how to cook! First, she asked me to wash the rice, then asked me to put water into the pot, put the clean rice into the pot, and finally cover the pot. Then I lit the fire in the fire pit, and I kept throwing firewood into the fire pit. After more than ten minutes, my mother asked me to stop lighting the fire. So I stopped. I put it on the pot and smelled it, wow, it smells so good! The rice is ready! I jumped for joy.

Then mother cooked a few side dishes and we ate. Eating the food I cooked, I feel so happy!

Chapter 3: I learned to cook_250 words

On Sunday, my father and mother were going out. They told me: "Don't play in the water or fight. At noon you I have to cook for myself.”

At noon, I felt hungry, so I decided to cook for myself. What to do? I remembered that the egg fried rice made by my mother was quite delicious, so I decided to make egg fried rice.

I followed my mother's example and poured some oil into the pot first, no matter how much. I remember that my mother had to wait until the oil boiled before putting the rice in. But how does the oil boil? I couldn't care less, so I poured a bowl of rice into the pot and stirred it a few times with a spatula. I saw that the rice was steaming, so it should be almost ready. I poured the prepared eggs into the pot and added some salt and MSG. I stirred for a while, and a bowl of fragrant egg fried rice was ready.

I was eating the egg fried rice I made. Although the taste is not very good and even a bit unpleasant, I am very happy because this is my first time cooking.

I finally learned to cook.