There are many examples, including novels, cooking magazines and food blogs. Of course, it's best to write them yourself according to your own feelings. Here are two examples for you:

That chicken must be a fat hen, fatter than the greedy chicken next door. After the chicken is washed, put some old ginseng, shredded ham, flat tip, medlar and fungus in the chicken belly ... and put them in the broth for three to five hours. Don't be calm, fan the fire slowly and don't be impatient, so as to taste. When all the newly added firewood in the stove is burned out, the hot air in the pot comes out through the gap at the side of the pot, and the smell can make people drool without lifting the lid. The oil color should be golden, and the dots float on the noodle soup; The soup should be clear and transparent, and you can see the chicken in the soup at a glance. Take a sip of soup with a small spoon, which is slightly bitter in freshness and slightly sweet after aftertaste. The taste is warm, not oily or greasy. Besides, the chicken is tender, smooth and refreshing, even if it is swallowed whole, it is not enough. This pot of chicken soup was delicious, and soon only chicken bones were left on the table. The bottom of the bowl and the bottom of the pot were licked clean. (Selected from the online novel "Fox Edge" Author: Gongzi Huanxi)

This store greeted us in a way of bashing the senses. The fragrance of coriander, cumin, cardamom and lacquer leaves filled the air and mixed together; Wooden barrels are filled with spice-seed cabbage, undulating piles of beige hummus, bright pink walnut sweet pepper dipping sauce, and green fried pumpkin dough. In an instant, the boss has scooped up soft white milk paste with a spoon and sent it to our mouth. It tastes like high-fat and thick whipped cream, smooth and spicy, and delicious beyond belief. The boss looked at our faces cheerfully. "Well," he said loudly, "it's not ordinary yogurt, but goat milk. I have to go all the way to buy it." He is big, but he walks lightly. He is busy in the shop, insisting that we eat his cheese, as well as his homemade concentrated pomegranate syrup and tomato paste dip. He took the food out of the box and fed it to us with his fingers. "Great! Great! " When we ate, he hummed like a singer. (From "The Secret Life of Food Critics in disguise" by Ruth. Reckel)

In the meat stall, I found good pork belly with two hooks, smooth skin and soft bones, fat and fine, red and white. When I bring it home, I will pick a handful of green garlic from Bud. On the chopping block, cut the meat into square corners. Less water, slow fire. Not immediately, the meat is full of fragrance, which makes people feel like thunder and saliva. I saw the crispy meat, floating between oil and water, pleasing to the eye, with 36 thousand pores all over my body, all singing hymns: this meat is magnificent, moistening my skin and living my heart. Deeply enjoy life. It's a pity that the world is afraid of the alcohol of bile. Re-fear of high-fat fat. It is a great pity to give up excellent enjoyment in exchange for a long life that is boring and may not be available, and it is against the original intention of life to give up everything. With this in mind, one must chant five flowers one by one-I want Cao to dip a spoonful of wine, sugar and salt, and a handful of green garlic buds. Dou Yun is addicted to it, and I can understand its taste. When I was full of choking, I felt that the method was effective for Dongpo lay man, imitating the sage, imitating Mr. Xue Qin in poetry, and being fond of Zhong Hongyuan's handsome. It was really serious, so I was flattered, happy, Tao Tao ran, and embalmed, and suddenly I entered the dark and sweet land, and the world cared about it. (-selected from Ni Kuang, author of Wesley)