1. A 600-word essay titled "One of My Favorite Foods" Last time I introduced my hopeless cousin, no, in the past few days, my cousin has been showing off his skills again.

However, this time there is another accomplice - me!

Haha, even though I am an older sister, everyone has a fun-loving heart.

(Voiceover: "What kind of sentence is that...") I don't care about setting an example and a ladylike image.

This time, our "venomous hands" reached into the kitchen; Horrible Food: Black Stuffed Steamed Buns "Hey, sister, look what I found~" My cousin held a basin of fermented noodles and placed it in front of me.

"Scared! Where did this come from! It's like God specially prepared it!" I squeezed the noodles. Well, the noodles were still very soft. They should be used today.

"Let's make sugar buns!" My cousin rummaged through the box and found a rolling pin, a bag of sugar, and a bag of sesame seeds.

"What do you use to cook steamed buns?" I asked. I'm a tomboy and don't know anything about cooking.

"Microwave oven, stupid." My cousin pointed to the "baozi" button on the microwave oven, and we started making what we called "sugar-filled buns."

I'm responsible for rolling out the dough and making stuffing.

He is responsible for adding sesame seeds and operating the microwave oven.

I rolled the dough hard with a rolling pin. Now I rolled the dough into a round top and a flat bottom, and then rolled it into a flat top and a round bottom... After a lot of tossing, my task was finally completed. My cousin carefully added sesame seeds and mixed them.

The strange steamed buns were placed in a microwave-safe bowl. After setting the time, we turned away from the shopkeeper and went to watch TV.

A few minutes later, the microwave made a warning sound. I took out the bowl and looked at the buns one by one, sweat dripping down my head... I saw that all the sugar in the buns overflowed, and it was so dark that the white syrup

, no, it’s the black syrup that’s still steaming, and the buns are all terrible... Hi!

The steamed stuffed buns with black stuffing are out... The Horrible Food: Flooded Instant Noodles "Sister, if this doesn't work, I'll make instant noodles for you." 2. Write a 500-word essay on "I love food". When I first went to school, almost every morning, my mother would

Ask me what I want to eat for lunch. Most of the time, I will say fried noodles. Later, my mother rarely asks and just eat fried noodles as a rule. She never gets tired of eating fried noodles.

Not greasy? The reason is that it’s not only about the noodles, but also about the fried sauce. The fried sauce can vary with the seasons, which is my mother’s specialty.

It’s a daily meal, and my mother said it’s easier to make it myself. Last Sunday, I suddenly woke up my mother who hadn’t fully woken up from her sleep, and decided to ask her to teach me how to make fried noodles. So, we went to the vegetable market.

Buy the condiments for making fried noodles: lean meat, radish, cucumber, dried tofu, bean sprouts, and bean paste with green onion. Of course, raw garlic is also essential, and it is sterilized when you get home.

I started tinkering with it. I was responsible for washing the vegetables. I cut the vegetables carefully. Although I couldn't cut the cucumbers and radishes into shreds, they were only a little thinner than my fingers, but my mother kept encouraging me.

Pour oil into the pot and start frying the meat. The hot oil is singing in the iron pot, and I keep dodging the splashing oil stars, which is not much higher than the pot.

Then pour the bean paste into the pot, and after a crackling sound, the fried sauce is ready in a short while. I like to eat the hand-made noodles made by my mother, and the noodles are cut into even thicknesses, but I don’t like to eat noodles that have been washed out of water.

, I think the noodles are too tasteless. The steaming noodles mixed with fried sauce taste really good! I imitated my mother and put the noodles into the pot. My mother said that hand-made noodles should not be cooked too soft.

, otherwise it will not be chewy. The noodles rise and fall like rolling waves. After a few back and forth, the noodles are cooked. When the whole family gathers around the table to eat noodles, the table is red and yellow.

The green and white flavors are all delicious, and I couldn't help but feel so happy. The whole family happily gathered around the table to eat noodles with soybean paste, and the warmth of the family flowed around the table. I thought to myself, during the summer vacation, my mother and father are busy at work.

We should often make delicious and convenient fried noodles for them. 3. Write a 500-word essay on the topic I love food. When I first went to school, my mother would ask me almost every morning what I wanted to eat for lunch. Most of the time I would say.

After eating noodles with soybean paste, my mother rarely asked, so she just made it a habit to eat soybean noodles with soybean paste. Why is it that she never gets tired of eating soybean paste noodles?

The fried sauce is also very particular, and the fried sauce can vary with the seasons. Making fried noodles is my mother’s specialty! I heard my mother say that it’s easier to make it yourself.

One day, on a whim, I woke up my mother who had not yet fully woken up from her sleep, and decided to ask her to teach me how to make fried noodles. So, we went to the vegetable market to buy the ingredients for making fried noodles: lean meat and radish.

, cucumber, dried tofu, bean sprouts, and bean paste with scallions.

Of course, raw garlic is also essential, sterilized when eaten, as well as green onions and minced ginger.

When I got home, I started tinkering with it.