Happy hour in the kitchen
Updated on: 08-0-0 0:0:0

This article is reproduced from: Sanqin Metropolis Daily

Su Haochen, the fourth grade (4) class of Inspirational Primary School in Xincheng District, Xi'an City

My kitchen is my paradise. Although there are no luxurious decorations there, the sound of pots and pans and the aroma of meals always make me feel endless joy.

During the winter holidays, I couldn't wait to get into the kitchen every morning when the first rays of sunlight shone through the window. In order for my mother to get a little more sleep, I took the initiative to make breakfast for my family. I looked at the sizzling omelettes in the oil pan, the golden pancakes in the electric baking pan, and the rice porridge in the rice cooker, and my good mood was self-evident. I feel that every kitchenware is a tool for me to "create" food, and every food is a gift for me to express my heart.

One day, I decided to try making a "deluxe pancake fruit" for my mom and dad. I wake up early and get the ingredients ready. Although I don't have professional tools at home, I rely on the confidence of my love of cooking to skillfully spread the batter evenly in the electric baking pan. I smiled happily as the temperature gradually rose and the batter slowly solidified into a pancake. I sprinkled sausages, shrimp and cheese neatly, and after a few minutes, my "Deluxe Pancake Fruit" came out of the pan. When the whole family took the first bite, they all widened their eyes and exclaimed, "This delicious breakfast is simply a star breakfast!" "At that moment, I felt as if I was standing on the podium, and I felt that even the air smelled sweet.

The kitchen is still my music hall. In the afternoon, when the sun is shining, I take out the glasses in the cupboard, pour them with water of different heights, and tap them gently with my chopsticks to feel the different sounds made by each cup. "Ding-dong-", the crisp music of the water cup made me especially happy. Every time I wash the dishes, the dishes and chopsticks become instruments in my hands, and I always show off my percussion skills in the kitchen. Sometimes my mom would hum to the beat, and my dad would beat the beat with a spatula, and I would be a happy actor, and the whole family would play a kitchen symphony in the kitchen, and the whole family would laugh and the birds outside the window would flutter their wings to cheer up.

This is my paradise, a place full of fireworks and laughter. Here, I am not only a chef in charge, but also a magician who creates family happiness.

Teacher's comments: The selection of materials is novel, the language is vivid and simple, and it successfully conveys the real life experience and love for life.

Instructor: Li Li