Write a composition for your mother.

I, a typical only child, have been living a life of clothes to reach out and food to mouth. Today, my long-awaited Mother's Day has finally arrived. In order to thank my mother for her parenting, I decided to do something for her. Make the first "big meal" in life. I also want her to enjoy the feeling of eating "ready-made" when she gets home.

Do it. Let's see what's in the refrigerator first. Oh! Chicken wings! This is my favorite! Ok, let's make fried chicken wings.

I first folded a chef's hat with white paper. As the saying goes, like it or not. How could you kill yourself? I searched everywhere, and finally found the fried chicken material at the bottom of the cupboard, which detailed the production process. I took out another plate, carefully sprinkled the ingredients of fried chicken on the plate, and then rolled the chicken wings in it, and you can fry it! I poured oil into the pot, turned on the gas and picked up chopsticks. I feel the oil getting hot. I'll fire one first Hee hee, first put the fattest one in the pot and let it soak in a hot spring. Soon, Xiao Pang's skin changed color and began to smoke. Oh, my god. I'll turn off the fire and taste it first. Ah, the skin outside is burnt, and the inside is not cooked at all! My head is buzzing. What's going on here? I suddenly lost my mind. Don't worry. I am trying to calm myself down. Think about how my mother did it first. Is there a shortage of oil? Don't! Did you dip it too much? Don't! You don't seem to do it as fast as I do, do you? Did I shoot too much? Yes, it must be. I am really talented! I inherited and carried forward the spirit that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Let's do it again. This time, I turned down the fire and put down the other chicken wings in turn. "Yes!" I exclaimed that a drop of oil splashed on my face, which hurt. Otherwise it wouldn't have blown up. No way, why didn't my mother scream pain when she fried chicken wings for me? Can't I even do such a thing within my power? Am I so incapable of repaying my mother?

The chicken wings sizzled in the oil pan, as if laughing at my failure just now. I tell you, I must make you look beautiful this time. After making up my mind, I carefully arranged the chicken wings in the pot in turn, "patrolled" up and down, and paid attention to the oil temperature and temperature from time to time. I was very busy. In a short time, their skin turned golden yellow, and a plate of delicious fried chicken wings was ready! Facing the golden chicken wings, surrounded by this refreshing fragrance, I proudly wiped the sweat from my head with my hands. Inadvertently, my mouth slightly tilted upward, and I seemed to see a happy smile on my parents' faces. ...

Parents' love moistens our young hearts like rain, so let us enjoy their love to the fullest. Only by helping parents do what they can can can we repay this kindness. Is that so? And I finally understand that even if we do what we can, as long as we do it seriously, our life will be very fulfilling!