This afternoon, because there was little homework, it was successfully completed. As usual, I immediately ran to my mother's side, rubbed my hands and said hesitantly, "Mom, I have nothing to do. What can I do? " Mom said, "Then you can cook!" I picked up the knife and shouted, "Mom, what should I cut?" She grabbed the garlic moss and said without looking up, "Wash these garlic moss first." I picked it up, opened the cupboard door and took out the plate. My mother looked at me in surprise and said strangely, "What are you doing with a plate?" I touched my head. "Wash vegetables!" Mother burst out laughing. "It's the bottom basin!"

I took out the basin as my mother said and began to wash the vegetables. I carefully rubbed the mud on the garlic moss, and no matter how much dust there was, I would clean it up. Then I skillfully cut vegetables and meat, which really paid off!

I started cooking. I turned on the fire carefully and felt very relaxed. Mom came over and said, "Come on, baby! Be brave and pour the oil in! " I was so scared and nervous that my legs kept shaking and I poured oil into the pot. "Zizi" oil began to make a sound, and I thought: It must be ripe! I poured the meat in, and before I finished, Eva rushed out angrily and kicked me in the hand. I suddenly felt a pain and shrank back with a whoosh. Mom urged me to go over and finish this. I don't want to go, just stand still like a telephone pole and shake my head like a rattle. No matter how my mother advised me, I wouldn't move. The meat was almost burnt, so I made up my mind: let's go once! I promised my mother, but I still didn't move. I reached out and poured the little piece of meat in. "Brush", the hand immediately pulled back.

I felt a lot lighter, paused, bravely grabbed the shovel and thought, now it's time to show my mother something …