The kitchen is a concert hall.
The kitchen is a concert hall. As long as you pay attention everywhere, you can hear many wonderful sounds.
When my mother washed vegetables and washed rice with water, the water flowed down the mountain like a waterfall, like playing a violin. At this moment, there was a thumping sound. It turned out that my mother was cutting potatoes, as if she were beating a small drum. When my mother cut them into silk, the melody became faster. When my mother cut them into pieces, the potatoes were like arch bridges, and the melody became slower.
Besides potatoes, mother cut many other dishes. Just listening to the banging sound, mother poured the oil into the pot. Then, the white rice jumped into the oil pan. Then, mother put the lid on the pot, and a deep song sounded. Then, golden eggs, vegetables and carrots ... all jumped into the pot in droves, and at the same time, the crackling sound continued.
Bang, the pot and spoon collided together, as if they were friends who could never be separated. When adding water, it will make a rustling sound, like it is raining in Mao Mao.
Sometimes when cooking soup or cook the meat in the pressure cooker, whenever the rice is cooked, the pressure cooker will give a long sigh. The most unforgettable thing is that after the water in the kettle boiled, the kettle crowed like a rooster and told us to come quickly. "Boo hoo." Like a locomotive whistling again. If you don't turn off the fire in time, the kettle will make an angry sound and water will flow out, as if playing the piano.
There are all kinds of sounds in the kitchen. This is really a huge concert hall.
The kitchen is a concert hall.
Although my mother doesn't know music, as soon as she enters the kitchen, a beautiful symphony will be played, which is full of my mother's concern and love for me.
After school, I came home early and sat in a chair to concentrate on my homework. At this time, there was a sound of running water in the kitchen. Oh! It turned out to be a small water drop chatting with his mother! The sound of water is getting louder and louder, and they have a good chat.
Soon my mother finished washing the dishes, and I heard a plop again. It can't be ribs with that noise! So the pen in his hand could not help but speed up. "alas!" Finally finished. I walked quietly into the kitchen and opened a small crack to have a look. And my favorite braised fish, I jumped three feet high with joy.
Besides, mom, she is putting the fish into the pot gently now. There was a "glug" in the pot, and then a "zi zi". Then add salt, and finally give it a carp to turn over and serve!
"Have a meal!" "coming!" I ran out of the house. Wow, there's a smell coming. I almost want to fly at the smell. I wolfed down my meal and ate fish slowly. "Wow, it smells good!" "I can't help but sigh." Baby, as long as you like it, mom cooks it for you every day! ""great! "
I like the smell of braised fish, and I like my mother's kitchen symphony even more!
The kitchen is a concert hall.
Today is my birthday. When I came home from school, I put down my schoolbag and did my homework. Suddenly, the sound of "Dangdang Brush" came from the kitchen. I don't have to think about it, I know it's mom washing the pot. I think my mother will definitely cook something for me today.
I get excited at the thought of food, so I work hard at writing. Finally, I finished all my homework. I came to the kitchen to see what my mother was doing. I saw my mother turn on the tap and wash the potatoes. "shua shua shua", what a wonderful voice. Will mom make me green pepper chips?
Then, my mother took out another piece of beef, washed it, cut it into pieces, and diced the potatoes. Finally, put it in a pot, add salt, pepper, soy sauce and Chili noodles, simmer for 50 minutes. Oh, I see. Mom is going to make me stewed beef with potatoes. This is my favorite dish. But I'm not satisfied. I went to my mother and said, "Mom, I want to eat sweet and sour fish." Mom said, "ok, mom will do it for you!" " "
After that, I turned on the TV and sat on the sofa watching leisurely. Suddenly, there was a sound of "banging" in the kitchen, followed by a sound of "banging". I hurried into the kitchen. Ah! Mom's hand is bleeding! I quickly took the paper to stop the bleeding for my mother. I looked at the chopping block. A cut carp was stained with blood. I couldn't help crying and hugged my mother.
The most beautiful music in the world is mother's voice.