One day, grandpa brought us some vegetables just bought from the vegetable market in the rain and said to his mother, "It's raining heavily today. Don't eat out. Do it yourself. " I'm very excited, because I seldom eat my mother's own cooking. I quickly clapped my hands and shouted, "I want to eat salt and pepper ribs!" " "Mother said confidently," good! However, it takes some time to cook the salted pork ribs, so you have to be patient. " After that, my mother walked into the kitchen, and I followed curiously.

My mother quickly tied up her apron and took a kitchen knife. She pressed, chopped, cut and picked, and skillfully cut the ribs into small pieces by using 18 cooking techniques, washed them with clear water, shook off excess water drops and immersed them in salt water. It is time. Mother fished the ribs out of the water and put them in the pressure cooker for slow stew. When the ribs are cooked, mother drains them and pours them into a hot oil pan. The ribs sizzled, and small oil stars splashed out from time to time, which scared me back several steps. Mother was not afraid, but struck while the iron was hot and continued to stir-fry ribs with a shovel. Accompanied by the sound of fried pork ribs concerto, the tempting smell of meat filled the room. Mother wiped her sweat with the back of her hand. Seeing that the fire was coming, she sprinkled a few spoonfuls of salt and pepper into the pot, turned the ribs to make the salt and pepper even, and then knocked the pot over. The flame jumped up, and her mother was even more excited. I think it's time. My mother picked up a sparerib with chopsticks, patted me on the head and said, "Little greedy cat, try it!" " "I tasted it and it tasted just right. I shouted, "It's time to cook!" Mother put the ribs on the plate, served them on the table, and then went to cook other dishes ... and saw the world three times.

After dinner, my father and I both gave my mother thumbs up: "Great! You are worthy of being the' chef' of our family! "