Before, I always asked my mother to "serve" me. Everyone says that I am a child who doesn't grow up, and it tastes really uncomfortable. Therefore, I always want to show my talents to prove that I am not like this.
I really got my wish. Now I can "seize" the opportunity. Mom's birthday is coming, what kind of surprise should I give her? Send a greeting card? Nothing new; Buy cakes? Mother is always reluctant to eat and gave it to me; Send a bunch of flowers Mom is a clown and so frugal. What should I do? I looked around and saw those upper threads on the cabinet. "Ah! Found it! " I started thinking.
On my birthday, my mother went to work again, so I started to "start work": first, I laid out eggs, pork and longevity noodles, and then I learned from my mother's adopted son to tie an apron, turn on the gas and light the fire. Before the pot was hot, I couldn't wait to pour the oil, and I crept up with the eggs and "smashed" it on the corner of the stove. Maybe it was too hard, and there was a little protein on the corner of the stove. I quickly tore open the eggs and put them in the bowl. I also carefully picked up the eggshells that fell in the bowl, mixed them a few times, and sent them to the pot, adding some salt, which was very busy. I wiped the sweat left behind, sat in the chair to rest and poured a glass of water. A burning smell came to my nose. "Oh, no!" I couldn't help but panic. I scooped a ladle of water and poured it into the pot. Then I scrambled to add longevity noodles and some ingredients. After the water boiled, I quickly turned off the gas, and then took some soup and put it in a small bowl to learn from my mother's appearance. I blew it first and tasted it: "Hey? Why is this soup like drinking boiled water? It's tasteless. " I turned on the gas again, put some salt into the pot, and thought: This must be delicious!
Who would have thought that after turning off the gas, I tried again: "Ah! What soup is this? How like eating salt! " I "wolfed down" five or six cups of cold boiled water before I recovered. I felt my bloated belly like a deflated ball-it was all soft. It turns out that it takes so much trouble to cook a bowl of noodles, let alone cook. Until now, I fully understand how much hard work and sweat my mother has paid for our happy home. How hard she works and takes on all the housework. Thought of here, in the heart feel very guilty. At ordinary times, I'm so picky. I don't hesitate to dump my food if I have no appetite. I really shouldn't! Thinking about it, I decided to "make a comeback". Where there's a will, there's a way. After hard work and repeated "adding salt", "adding salt" and "adding water", 1, longevity noodles were finally cooked.
After a while, the "Zhi-"door opened, and my mother came back with heavy steps. When she saw the noodles I cooked, she smiled and said, "Hey, how did my little emperor cook himself today?" "Happy birthday to mom!" I said. Mom paused for a moment before suddenly realizing, stroking my head and saying, "My little emperor has grown up." With that, he swallowed his head and ate it with relish, and his mouth was still ringing. She looked at me dirty and kept saying, "It's delicious! Delicious! " Looking at my mother's messy hair, I feel like eating a piece of honey.
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