Make a narrative composition of coke chicken wings

In the afternoon, I finished my homework. My mother brought me good news: I want to eat chicken wings with cola in the evening, and let me make them myself. I jump and jump happily. I thought: I used to eat coke chicken wings cooked by my mother. They were delicious, but I just didn't know how to make them. Today I can finally learn! With excitement, my mother and I went to the market to buy ingredients. After we bought them, we couldn't wait to get home.

When I started to make chicken wings with cola, my mother said kindly, "To make chicken wings with cola, I should wash them first, then cut some ginger, and then put them in a pot to boil and bleed." I immediately took a basin of water, put the chicken wings in the basin and wiped them, then rinsed them under the faucet. Reconnect the basin of water, pour the water, chicken wings and ginger into the pot, turn on the fire, and the water will boil like bubbles. Turn off the fire and take out the chicken wings.

at this moment, I chopped the garlic, poured some soy sauce and made it into sauce. Soak the chicken wings in the sauce. In order to be tasty, I turned the chicken wings up and down, and the chicken wings did somersaults like a somersault cloud. Ten minutes later, I poured a little oil into the pot, and the oil made a "sizzling" sound. When the oil gradually became hot, I put the chicken wings in. I started to fry chicken wings. When the color slowly turned golden, I fried them on the other side until both sides turned golden, and poured in 15 ml of coke.

the next step is to wait. The second hand pushes the minute hand anxiously, but the minute hand walks slowly. I kept sticking my head into the pot and the coke began to bubble. I quickly asked, "Mom, when will it be ready?" Mom said slowly, "Don't worry, wait for the juice to be collected, and you can cook if it is less." Six minutes later, the chicken wings came out of the pot, and the smell came out. "Wow, it looks delicious!" " I cried excitedly.

I brought the chicken wings to the table, and my father and I wolfed them down. It was delicious, and it was best to leave only one coke chicken wing for my mother. We were all embarrassed to spit out our tongues. They all praised me as a gourmet! I seemed sweeter than eating honey and smiled happily.