A 700-word essay on stir-fry. Notes on stir-fry. I am the laziest member of the family. It is all my fault that my mother spoiled me rotten by not letting me do anything.

One day, for some unknown reason, my mother asked me to cook vegetables for her on a whim.

But I am a person who has to stretch my hands for clothes and open my mouth for food all day long. I don’t need to do housework at all. I have never done cooking.

But then I thought, isn't it just cooking, just move the spatula, it's very simple.

"Just do it, let you try my craftsmanship." So I chose simple and delicious stir-fried cabbage.

When I was about to start, I suddenly froze. I didn't know what to do at all.

I looked at my mother for help, but she didn't even look at me.

Huh, it’s better to ask for help than to ask for help from others. I’ll turn over the recipe myself.

I washed the cabbage first, ah, the water was so ice-cold, my little hands with thin skin and tender flesh were frozen.

I washed it randomly, but I don't know if the disgusting dirt and bugs were washed away.

It's time to chop the vegetables.

I waved my big knife, swish, swish, and the vegetables were cut in a few strokes, but almost every section was large or small, some were long, some were short, they were really unique.

I couldn't care less and started cooking.

I poured a little oil into the pot and waited for about half a minute. When the oil was hot, I quickly poured the vegetables in. I originally wanted to imitate the great chef and swung the pot, but after the second swish, the flowers scattered and the vegetable leaves flew everywhere.

, I had to turn it over with a spatula honestly.

It was okay if I didn't turn it, but when I turned it, the oil splashed on my hands, and I dropped the spatula to the ground.

This sound alarmed my mother, and she rushed in screaming: "What's wrong, what's wrong?" I couldn't let go at the critical moment, so I quickly picked up the spatula and replied in a panic: "It's okay, it's okay.

"I randomly grabbed a handful of salt and MSG and sprinkled it on the dish and closed the lid.

You're done!

I cheered, but then I saw the ground was in a mess: vegetable leaves were lying on the ground, oil was splashed everywhere, and the poor cookbook was also unfortunately killed.

Good things come to an end. I picked up the rag and wiped the oil stains clean, and swept the vegetable leaves into the trash can with a broom.

After doing this, I already had a sore back, but I still happily brought the dishes out for my mother to taste.

I'm too embarrassed to mention the taste of the food, but my mother's expression when tasting it is deeply imprinted in my mind.

I can't forget the joy in my mother's eyes, as if that plate of cabbage was the best delicacy in the world.

Cooking Notes I am the laziest member of the family. It’s all my fault that my mother spoiled me rotten by not letting me do anything.

One day, for some unknown reason, my mother asked me to cook vegetables for her on a whim.

But I am a person who has to stretch my hands for clothes and open my mouth for food all day long. I don’t need to do housework at all. I have never done cooking.

But then I thought, isn't it just cooking, just move the spatula, it's very simple.

"Just do it, let you try my craftsmanship." So I chose simple and delicious stir-fried cabbage.

When I was about to start, I suddenly froze. I didn't know what to do at all.

I looked at my mother for help, but she didn't even look at me.

Huh, it’s better to ask for help than to ask for help from others. I’ll turn over the recipe myself.

I washed the cabbage first, ah, the water was so ice-cold, my little hands with thin skin and tender flesh were frozen.

I washed it randomly, but I don't know if the disgusting dirt and bugs were washed away.

It's time to chop the vegetables.

I waved my big knife, swish, swish, and the vegetables were cut in just a few strokes, but almost every section was large or small, some were long and some were short, which was really unique.

I couldn't care less and started cooking.

I poured a little oil into the pot and waited for about half a minute. When the oil was hot, I quickly poured the vegetables in. I originally wanted to imitate the great chef and swung the pot, but after the second swish, the flowers scattered and the vegetable leaves flew everywhere.

, I had to turn it over with a spatula honestly.

It was okay if I didn't turn it, but when I turned it, the oil splashed on my hands, and I dropped the spatula to the ground.

This sound alarmed my mother, and she rushed in yelling: "What's wrong, what's wrong?" I couldn't let go at the critical moment, so I quickly picked up the spatula and replied in a panic: "It's okay, it's okay.

"I randomly grabbed a handful of salt and MSG and sprinkled it on the dish and closed the lid.

You're done!

I cheered, but then I saw the ground was in a mess: vegetable leaves were lying on the ground, oil was splashed everywhere, and the poor cookbook was also unfortunately killed.

Good things come to an end. I picked up the rag and wiped the oil stains clean, and swept the vegetable leaves into the trash can with a broom.

After doing this, I already had a sore back, but I still happily brought the dishes out for my mother to taste.

I'm too embarrassed to mention the taste of the food, but my mother's expression when tasting it is deeply imprinted in my mind.

I can't forget the joy in my mother's eyes, as if that plate of cabbage was the best delicacy in the world.