My mother is very good at cooking. Although I can eat her cooking every day, I always feel that there is something new every time. I can't get enough of watching my mother cook. My mother was off work today and said she was going to make my favorite dish of "Shredded Pork with Fish Flavor". I immediately became excited when I heard it, so I went shopping with my mother. Not long after, my mother and I bought white and tender bamboo shoots, red peppers, dark fungus and fresh meat. When I got home, I saw my mother first rinse the bamboo shoots, peppers, fungus and meat pieces under the tap, then use a sharp kitchen knife to cut the meat into shreds, cut the pepper into strips, cut the fungus into dices, and cut the bamboo shoots into slices. My mother's chopping movements are very beautiful, very fast, her arms don't move, she just waves the knife up and down with her wrist. Unlike my father who exerted all his strength, he seemed to have exerted all his strength and cried out tiredly after cutting the vegetables. Composition "Watching Mom Cook" for the third grade of elementary school. The vegetables cut out by my mother are very uniform whether they are strips or slices. Everything was ready, and we started cooking. The oil pan squeaked in the kitchen, and the vegetables rushed up from the pan. I was really worried that the vegetables would escape. At this moment, I saw my mother grabbing the handle of the pan and turning it over. The food returned to the pot obediently. It seemed that my worries were unnecessary. The vegetables were almost done. My mother dug out some vegetable water with a spatula. She frowned, squinted her eyes, pursed her mouth, and took a sip of vegetable juice to taste the saltiness.