Do Chinese composition in the first day of junior high school

In daily study, work and life, we often see the figure of composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my carefully arranged Chinese composition on the first day of cooking for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

There are always many firsts in life, and cooking for the first time is my most unforgettable one.

It was a day in the fourth grade summer vacation. Because my parents were busy at noon, I solved the lunch problem myself. I decided to cook by myself and try the taste of cooking. There is fresh tofu in the refrigerator. Stir-fry it. Delicious and simple. Get ready first. I took the tofu out of the refrigerator and soaked it in clear water to remove the dirt on the surface. At the same time, I took out the onion, ginger and garlic, washed them, peeled them, cut them into sections, and sliced them. Rinse the soaked tofu twice with clear water and put it in the center of the chopping block. I follow my mother's example, holding a knife in my right hand and tofu in my left. I cut the tofu into pieces vertically, and then cut it into pieces horizontally for later use.

The next frying depends on the real kung fu. I'll light the fire first, turn it down, put a serving spoon, pour soybean oil along the side of the pot, and then turn the fire up a little. My mother once told me that you can't put the dishes in the pot until the oil bubbles are gone. I watched carefully. After a while, the oil bubbles disappeared. I quickly threw the cut tofu into the pot like jiaozi. Who knows that oil and water are immiscible, and wet tofu fights with hot oil as soon as it enters the pot. The spoon suddenly exploded like firecrackers, and the oil star splashed. I was so scared that I just hid back and tried to rush out of the kitchen, but the food was on fire and I couldn't run if I wanted to. At this time, the oil flower is small, and in an instant, the smell of oil smoke makes me cry. Put the seasoning quickly. I used my quick wits to put the onion, ginger and garlic on the chopping board into the pot, adding salt and monosodium glutamate while frying. Hurry up and end the battle until you finish serving. I sat at the table and ate my own fried tofu. Although the color is poor, it tastes good. Eating the fruits of one's own labor makes me feel quite fulfilled. This cooking not only let me know that it is not easy for my parents to cook, but also gave me a chance to exercise. At the same time, it also gave me some enlightenment: everything is difficult at the beginning, but as long as you are willing to pay and practice, even if your grades are not ideal, you will gain a lot. Making the first attempt means that you have taken the first step towards success.

Although I only made a plate of tofu for the first time, I gained a lot.

My mother often says to me, "I must do my own thing;" When others need help, take the initiative to help others. "So I often think: Yes, when I grow up, my parents are very busy at work. I should share some housework for them, such as cooking, mopping the floor, washing dishes and so on.

Do as you say. Today is Sunday. I decided to learn to cook first, and there is a simple one: scrambled eggs with tomatoes. You know, this is my first time cooking.

I took a tomato out of the refrigerator, washed it with water, and then cut it with a knife. It's easy to watch my mother cut tomatoes at ordinary times, but I just can't do it with the knife in my hand. Either the tomato rolled around, or the knife was unstable and it took a lot of effort to cut it into pieces. Then I took three eggs, one in each hand, and bumped into each other, ah! When you are strong, the egg white and yolk of an egg run out and put them into the bowl quickly. Finally, beat the eggs well, add some salt and stir them evenly with chopsticks. Ok, everything is ready!

Turn on the fire, pour the oil into the pot, and the oil begins to boil. What's next? Fried tomatoes first, or scrambled eggs first? I recalled my mother's cooking process, so I poured the eggs into the pot first. For a while, the bottom is crusted, turned over, turned over again, and so on. The delicious golden eggs are fried and put away. Then I pour the tomatoes into the pot and fry them for a while, then put the scrambled eggs in and fry them together, add some salt and taste them. Ah, they are delicious! This process, in a nutshell, is actually an operation, but I am so busy that I am sweating. From this, I really realized that "nothing is difficult in the world, and nothing is impossible to a willing mind".

Mom came back from work and looked at the fried food I made and smiled happily! Although I only cooked one dish for the first time, I found that I have a great talent for cooking. I think I will cook more delicious dishes for my parents in the future.

This week, our little reporter station in Hongkou organized the activity of "Little Ghost in Charge". The theme of our intermediate class is "eggs are good for eggs", and the task is to interview eggs and cook with them.

The first thing is to interview four passers-by, and then buy a limited amount of cooking ingredients from 20 yuan. I successfully completed the interview with my friends in the same group and chose my own food. I chose my father's favorite scrambled eggs with onions. We go to the supermarket to choose the ingredients we need. I picked an onion first, and then I went to the shelf and got a box of eggs. The total is * * * 15 yuan. I have 5 yuan left in 20 yuan. What a surprise! After buying the ingredients and reporting to the teacher, I happily went home to cook.

When I got home, I couldn't wait to take out onions and eggs. Under the guidance of my grandmother, I washed the onion first and then tore off the skin of the onion. After washing, I have to cut onions. Grandma showed me how to cut onions, and I cried when I cut them. It turns out that cutting onions will make you cry! I don't know whether I will do it or not. I dried my tears and continued to cut.

After cutting the onion, grandma said, "Cut some shredded carrots and put them in, it will look better." So, I cut some carrots. Then I beat three eggs, mixed with shredded carrots, and began to cook.

First, I pour the eggs into the pan and stir fry. When they are ripe, I put them on a plate. Then I'll fry the onions. Wait until the onion is almost fried, then pour the eggs into the pot and stir fry together, add seasoning, and a plate of delicious scrambled eggs with onion will be out of the pot! Grandma praised me for doing well, and I felt that I had done well. I didn't expect it to be a success for the first time, so I waited for my parents to come back and try it.

Through this activity, I experienced the fun of cooking. It seems that I will learn more dishes in the future, let my family taste my cooking, and let my cooking go further.

Today, I personally cooked dinner for my family. First, I want to make up for my late filial piety on Mother's Day. Secondly, I want to experience for myself how hard it is for my parents to cook dinner for me. Besides, I'm interested in cooking.

Cut the gossip and come and cook with me!

First course: scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Cooking this dish is divided into two main steps. The first step is to heat the pot and then pour in the right amount of oil. When the oil temperature is almost the same, pour the beaten egg liquid into the pot and stir fry, and then bring it out when it is almost cooked. Step two, put the tomatoes in the pot, and after the tomatoes boil some juice, pour the scrambled eggs into the pot. After a while, a plate of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes will be ready! Then the second course: lettuce and yam. In the same way, heat the oil first, then fry the meat slices, and then pour the yam in and fry. When the yam is half cooked, pour in lettuce, add a little water, salt and monosodium glutamate, and simmer for a while. Then you can put it on a plate. Finally, the loofah soup, the practice of loofah soup is relatively simple, boil the water, then add the cut loofah, add a little mustard tuber, and it can be cooked in a few minutes.

You're done, the three dishes are finally OK! I was a little tired and finally realized how hard my parents cooked for me. I put the food on the table, and my parents praised it again and again after eating it, which made me feel that my previous fatigue disappeared at once, which also gave me great encouragement to cook next time. Seeing my parents eating the fruits of my labor and smiling faces on their faces, my heart became warm and my mouth involuntarily rose.

At noon today, my parents were not at home, so I had to wait for them to come back and cook. Goo goo, belly singing empty city plan, alas, no way out, so we have to do it ourselves!

I opened the refrigerator and saw a big, fat piece of beef at a glance. I think, let's fry beef today! Do it. I washed the beef under the tap first, then carefully put it on the chopping block, and then picked up the kitchen knife and cut it trembling. After cutting, I found that the beef I cut was big, small, thick and thin, and even I laughed. I thought: chopping vegetables is also a work of art!

Next, I picked up the heavy pot, put it into the pool slowly, washed it carefully, and then put it back on the stove with difficulty. After opening the fire, I thought: Wait for the water in the pot to boil before putting the food! In a short time, the water in the pot has gone to the outside of the cloud nine, and the pot makes a crackling sound, like a naughty child setting off firecrackers. Pearl-like bubbles kept rising and oil spilled all over the pot. I turned and ran away in fear. After a long time, I walked nervously to the pot and looked inside. I saw it was calm and there was no sound. I sighed.

Oh! By the way, there are still dishes to put! I put the food into the pot at once, and the food changed color at once. I picked up the shovel in a panic and stirred it repeatedly. Look! Beef is like a dancer, dancing happily, but how much salt should I put in it? I racked my brains and thought hard. Too much is too salty, too little is too light. Just put a teaspoon! So, I put a spoonful into the pot and saw that the food was almost cooked. I put pepper, ginger, garlic and other spices into the pot, stir fry a few times, and a delicious fried beef came out of the pot.

This cooking, I not only learned a basic survival skill, but also made me realize the hardships of my parents.

Shh, keep your voice down, I'm preparing a birthday present for my mother!

Early in the morning, I ran into the kitchen and prepared a bowl of "egg longevity noodles" for my mother. I opened the refrigerator, washed an onion and sliced it with a knife. When cutting onions, the knife seems to be out of control and cut onions into different lengths. Oh, forget it, make do!

I opened the fire carefully, put the pot on it and poured a little oil in it. After a while, the pot was very lively, and the oil was dancing "crackling" and "ouch", and some naughty little oil spots splashed on me, which made me unable to dodge. I quickly turned down the fire, then picked up an egg, knocked on the side of the pot, and then gently pulled open the shell. Egg white and yolk slide into the pot like a slide. Slowly, when a small white bubble appeared next to the egg white, I sprinkled a spoonful of salt evenly into the egg and turned it over with a spatula. When the eggs are fried to golden brown on both sides, I pour a small bowl of water into it and cook for a while, then sprinkle some chopped green onion, and a bowl of delicious egg noodle soup will be ready.

Next, it's time to cook noodles I put a pot of water, and when the water purrs and sings, I gently put in noodles. Noodles are boiling water, and noodles get together for a meeting like small pale yellow snakes. After a while, I carefully picked up a noodle and tasted it. I forgot to put the salt, so I added it quickly and tasted it again. Yeah, just right. You're done!

When I put the delicious egg noodles in front of my mother, she was very surprised, smiled from ear to ear, touched my head and excitedly praised me as a good boy. Seeing my mother eating noodles with relish, I feel particularly fulfilled.

During the summer vacation, cooking was at the top of my interest list, because the first time I cooked, I showed my advantages and succeeded in one fell swoop.

That day, I just came home from the remedial class, and my father lying in front of the TV said, "I suddenly want to eat my son's cooking today!" " "In fact, my mother is not at home at noon, and my father just wants to be lazy and not cook. I thought: I can't refuse my father's words in any case, so I don't want to do it. Try it once! So I steamed the rice first, then took two loofahs, some okra, some red peppers and chubby green peppers from the refrigerator and ran to the kitchen.

I peeled off the skin of the towel gourd, washed two kinds of peppers and okra, put all the vegetable slices on a plate, poured a little oil into the pot, sprinkled some salt into the oil, and poured the towel gourd slices into the pot when the oil was hot, stirring constantly. After the loofah slices become soft, add a little water, stir a few times, add some salt, and the first dish of fried loofah will be ok.

It's time to make okra and pepper. Wash the pot with water, pour in oil and salt again, add pepper and okra after heating, stir-fry until the dish is soft, pour in a little water, cover the pot and stew for two minutes, and then add a little chicken essence to serve.

You must be curious, am I born to cook? That's not true. Every time my mother cooks, I watch it. I always want to find out when I see my mother turn all kinds of vegetables into plates of delicious food. See more, ask more, and naturally learn a little fur. I've always wanted to try, but my mother, the chef at home, always can't let me get what I want. This time, my mother was not at home and my father was lazy, which gave me a chance to display my talents.

Cooking for the first time surprised my father and my mother. Since that "adventure", I have developed a keen interest in cooking. During the summer vacation, I cooked three times, and my parents praised me as a "little chef" at home.

In my family, my mother always cooks, and my father never cooks. If you let him cook, it will be more difficult than going to heaven. But an anecdote happened at home today. It's really strange that dad can cook.

In the morning, my father went out and bought a lot of vegetables. I was surprised to see so many vegetables. My mother didn't come back for dinner in the evening. After buying so many vegetables, what should I do if the vegetables are broken? But my father told me that he would cook for himself today. Hearing the news, I pinched my thigh: "Oh dear! Very painful. " This is not a dream! Does dad really want to cook? This is a "breaking news", and I must witness the process with my own eyes.

Dad's cooking today includes edamame cauliflower and fish pieces. Soybeans and cauliflower are not too difficult to cook, but they are mainly fish. Will he do it? After a while, my homework was finished, and I rushed into the kitchen without thinking. The first dish my father cooked was cauliflower. I saw him put some oil in the pot first. After burning on the fire, he suddenly put the cauliflower in. Cauliflower danced hand in hand in the pot, and the oil pan also played a rhythm for them. "scratch." After a while, the cauliflower is ripe. Dad took out the bean paste from the refrigerator and sprinkled it on the cauliflower. To see if it was delicious, I picked up chopsticks and tasted them. "hmm? It's delicious. How can this be from my father? " I looked at cauliflower and was speechless. However, dad didn't become speechless. He is busy washing vegetables and cutting onions. I think he must be preparing his own fish pieces! Dad started cooking fish. He fried all the fish pieces first, then put soy sauce in the pot, pounded it with a spatula a few times, and put some seasoning. It was delicious and attracted birds to fly. I secretly dipped in some fish soup, which was really delicious. At lunch, my mouth was full of oil and I filled two bowls of rice!

It's strange how dad can cook such delicious food. I can't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes.

At half past five in the afternoon, with a click, the door opened. My mother looked at the masterpiece on my dining table in surprise: "Baby, you are amazing!" " "This is the first time to cook a few dishes on the table. Although the food is a bit complicated, I feel quite good myself. Now let's talk about my best bitter gourd fried eggs.

Without my father's guidance and help, I skillfully took out two eggs from the refrigerator, broke them and stirred them into a paste. Look at this posture, you will know that I am a first-class trick-or-treating expert. I picked up the oil pan in my right hand and slowly poured salad oil into the bottom of the pan along the edge. Light the fire, and when the oil temperature rises and the oil in the pot starts to flow, the eggs can be cooked! "Zizi-"1, the egg began to solidify around, and the middle part was still half-cooked. I skillfully picked up the shovel and cut the eggs in the pot into small pieces effortlessly. Under the double attack of hot oil and the bottom of the pot, the eggs quickly turned yellow and caramelized.

Bitter gourd is ripe. Sliced bitter gourd rushed to the bottom of the pot. As a cook, I can cook soon. Because bitter gourd contains less water, the eggs in the pot change again after heating-they become crispy eggs. Listening to the sound of "ho ho" in the pot, I know that the bitter gourd is ripe and the eggs are crisp. Hurry out of the pot. My strength is a little weak and the pot is too heavy. I can't pick it up, so I have to put the plate on the edge of the pot. The iron pot is tilted, and bitter gourd and eggs are poured into the plate. The white plate is wrapped in Phnom Penh, green bitter gourd and reddish brown eggs, which exudes attractive fragrance. It is really delicious!

I carefully put a piece in my mouth: bitter bitter gourd and crispy eggs, mixed with my success and dedication, have been sliding into my esophagus and stomach. That feeling is really amazing!

Watching my parents happily taste the fruits of my labor, I happily thought: I like this feeling!

Cooking the first Chinese composition 10 My first cooking was in the summer vacation. At that time, my parents were not at home, leaving me only some vegetables and meat. I guess my parents must want me to cook by myself, receive social practice education and get in touch with myself. Then I'll be a hero and try boldly.

First, beat in an egg. No, I forgot to stir it. Pour the eggs from the pot back into the bowl. Wait, I seem to have forgotten to heat the oil, put the oil in the pan, add the stirred eggs, stir-fry the eggs and let them condense into a shape. Ok, very good. Scrambled eggs with tomatoes have no soul without tomatoes. Then cut the tomatoes. Really, the tomatoes I cut are crooked and terrible. I should call him crooked persimmon. Forget it, no matter how much, it's going to enter my mouth anyway, and it doesn't make any sense. Pour in tomatoes, and when I finished, I found that the tomatoes were dark, turned into black eggs, all burnt, and forgot to turn off the fire. I quickly turned off the fire and smelled a faint "fragrance". Stir-fry tomatoes in a pot, but the color is never as bright as my mother's. Is it because I didn't fry tomatoes and eggs together, which made tomatoes lonely and unaccustomed? Oh, forget it. Maybe this tomato is not very fresh. Just fry for a few more minutes. I stayed in the kitchen for more than 30 minutes, finally defeated the evil tomato, and ushered in the delicious scrambled eggs first, then the tomato.

In this way, I stared at this dish for ten minutes, and I thought it was a very successful work. Although he is still so poor on the surface, his heart is absolutely the same as Robert's, only superficial defects, but Robert is kind at heart. Although this dish is a little darker than the black boy Robert, its heart must be … Oh, it can't be wrong. Eat first. I picked up a pair of chopsticks and couldn't wait to put a black egg in my mouth. After a few seconds, I was "happy". I think it is so delicious that my scalp is numb. It's delicious. My hometown must be in the trash can. It can't be wrong. In order to repay him, I decided to save him a plane ticket and send him back to his hometown. Goodbye! I will miss you.

What do you do with takeout? It's really better to order takeout.

Everyone has his own "first time", he is like a footprint, printed on the road of our growth. In my countless firsts, what impressed me the most was the first cooking.

On the morning of the 19th day of the first month, I got up early, got dressed and left home. The room is quiet. Obviously, mom and dad haven't got up yet. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I went downstairs. Walking out the door, breathing the fresh air outside, my stomach began to sing empty plans. Looking back at the curtains that haven't been opened upstairs, I will cook for my parents myself.

Just do it, go to the kitchen, scoop out a jar full of rice from the iron bucket and wash it in the rice washing basket. Then take out the pressure cooker from the cupboard and pour the washed rice into the pressure cooker. After a while, the problem appeared, I don't know how much water to put. I thought hard, but I couldn't decide. I kept thinking. Finally, I poured two bowls of water into the pressure cooker, covered the lid, plugged in the air pressure valve and began to cook porridge.

After all this, I was so tired that I broke out in a sweat. After a short rest, I began to cook my own specialty-scrambled eggs. However, I had difficulty in breaking eggs. When I broke the egg, several pieces of eggshells followed the yolk into the bowl, which took me a long time to finish. ...

It's almost dawn, and my parents get up. I can't help laughing when I see the porridge I want to cook, but I can still eat it.

Although I didn't succeed in cooking for the first time, I exercised my independent ability and made me understand the importance of trying. It is the "first time" that leads us to success!

Cooking the first Chinese composition 12 Open my books from childhood, page by page, recording the bits and pieces of our childhood. It was the first time that I hobbled to school with my schoolbag on my back ... But what impressed me most was the first cooking.

One Sunday morning, my mother went on a business trip and won't be back until noon 12. My father works in other places, and no one cooks for me at noon. Haha, I decided to cook for myself.

I started to do it before ten o'clock. Cook the rice first! I first scooped two spoonfuls of rice from the lunch box, turned on the tap and the water flowed out. I slowly wash rice, then put the rice into the rice cooker, plug in the power supply and press the cooking button, and you're done!

Time to cook. There are eggs and tomatoes in the refrigerator. I decided to burn a tomato and scrambled eggs. I washed the tomatoes first, cut them into large pieces, and then knocked an egg on the edge of the bowl. Bang, the egg white and yolk in the egg flow into the bowl. It's time to beat eggs. My chopsticks are jingling and will burn. I fired first and poured some oil into the pot. Suddenly, I was so scared that I took three steps back. I quickly poured the tomatoes in and fried them hard, then poured the eggs in and continued to fry. At last, I added a spoonful of salt. I think it's too much. Go and get some water. As a result, I spilled water all over the floor I accidentally fell to the ground with a splash. I quickly staggered to get a rag and dry the water on the ground. When I woke up, I smelled a burning smell. The original scrambled eggs with tomatoes are burnt. I immediately turned off the gas and let the food out. At this time, the rice in the rice cooker had been cooked, and I immediately filled myself with a bowl of rice.

Although my cooking is a little salty, it may be because I cooked it myself, and it feels really delicious! This is my first time cooking and being a housewife!

The first Chinese composition 13 is the first attempt, the first test and the first inspiration-for me, this is the first time.

One noon in the summer vacation, mom and dad were not at home. I have finished my homework and my stomach is spinning. What shall we do? My parents are very busy. I'd better stand on my own two feet! A novel idea suddenly appeared in my mind. So I immediately implemented it.

I mean what I say. I turned on the gas stove and put the wok on it. The tip poured two bowls of water into the pot, and I waited patiently until the water boiled before putting the dishes into the pot. The water is finally boiling! I put two more eggs. How do these eggs stick together? I thought angrily and put my hand in. "Hoo" burned me to death, and my poor little hand was burned. I quickly washed with cold water to cool down. Fortunately, I got away with it once. How stupid! You should use chopsticks! Then I carefully threw the noodles into the pot for fear of scalding my hands with boiling water. Finally, I put the seasoning in, thinking that this should be a delicious lunch!

When the noodles were finally ready, I said to myself, "Are you unfamiliar?" ! It burned for a while. "Suddenly, the noodles in the pot danced beautifully. I don't care. Just turn off the fire and nothing will happen. That was close! How do I get the noodles out I picked up the pot and poured the noodles into the bowl with all my strength. Ah! I'm exhausted, but I finally succeeded.

Start tasting! "ah! What's that smell? " Why does it smell of burning? Take a sip of water quickly. I drank two glasses of water after eating noodles, but I am still very happy because I can cook.

This is the first time I know that rice is delicious, but it is still very hard to cook. And it's really hard for parents to cook good food for us every day. We should remember to repay our parents. I love my parents. When I grow up, I want to show my parents my skills as soon as I have time.

Everyone's first time may be sad, but without acid, how can it be sweet!

I can do a lot of things now. Sometimes my mother will throw things away and let me take care of the kitchen, so cooking is very easy for me. But I still have a lingering fear when I think of my first cooking experience.

One day, my sister and I felt a little hungry, so we went to the kitchen and saw sweet potatoes on the table. I went to the living room and said to my mother, "Can I ask my sister for French fries?" Mother said, "Good! But be careful! " At that time, there were guests at home, and my mother was making tea, so I went to the kitchen and told my sister that we were going to make French fries, so we made them together. I cut French fries and my sister makes them.

My sister said, "Cut it quickly, or it will be too late." Later, my sister came over and said, "Go and take care of the fire." I waited before I went to the gas stove, and my sister kept cutting. After a while, my sister cut it and I went to help. When it's done, my sister and I will go to the gas stove and slowly throw the French fries into the pot one by one, or we will spray them. I stood next to my sister, who was stirring with a long spoon in her hand. After a while, it suddenly caught fire. I cried while running, and my slippers fell off. I ran to the living room and told my mother that my mother immediately ran to the kitchen. My sister waited in the kitchen for a while and cried. When she watched the fire, those French fries were burnt. Mother comforted: "don't cry, because it's a small fire." I saw it later, covered it with a wet rag, and the fire went out. "

"With this experience, be careful in the future." Mom said. Our mood gradually calmed down, and my mother said, "You sit in the front and I'll make French fries." Although we have stopped crying, our feet have been shaking. At that time, my sister and I were at a loss, as if we were scared by God. The whole person was exhausted, and my sister stood there crying. It's really scary to think about it now.

The first time I cooked, I was deeply impressed by my sister and me, which also made our cooking better. Now my sister and I are very careful when cooking, so as not to get burned. Therefore, learning from others, learning from anything, will have some setbacks and failures, so as to make progress.

Today, my sister and I were at home, but we jumped with joy. I want to make lunch for my parents!

Hee hee, ok! Just three dishes and one soup. I cocked my head and soon got the answer. Yeah! The recipe is: fried cabbage, fried ribs, braised fish and egg soup.

Let's get to work. Let's fry cabbage first. I found the cabbage and cut it piece by piece. But somehow, this knife always does what my mother says. When you come to me, it becomes thinner and thicker. Oh, forget it. Let's admit it.

Stir-fry cabbage, then stir-fry ribs. All right! Pour some oil first, then put the ribs in, and put the seasoning below. All right, the ribs are ready. Oh, it smells delicious. What a surprise!

I opened the refrigerator and rummaged for fish. After 20 minutes of fighting, I finally found the "enemy fish". "Oh, thunder, thunder, thunder ..." I hummed and pulled out the fish's guts. Haha, finally succeeded! Ok, pour some oil first, "thump, thump, thump" Oh, I forgot to get the water in the dry pot. Ah, damn marijuana. After another 40 minutes of struggle, the delicious braised fish will be ready. I was even more complacent when I saw my sister's saliva almost flowing down.

"Eggs, where are you?" I am burying my head in looking for eggs. I just found them. When I turn around, yeah! Sister is stealing vegetables! I sneaked behind her and asked softly, "Is it delicious?" "Yes, yes, it's just a little salty." Sister commented. I cried, "You almost ate half a fish!" She just came to her senses and ran away in frustration.

"Start making soup!" I sang in high spirits. After 30 minutes, the delicious egg soup is ready.

When my parents come back, I will invite everyone to dinner. "good!" "Item!" The room is full of praise.

I'm-I'm beautiful!