After breakfast, my parents went to work, and I also started my secret action-doing housework. I know from my mother's appearance. First of all, I washed the dishcloth, squatted on the ground and wiped the floor bit by bit. Before I cleaned the room, I was sweating and panting. Thinking that my mother has to do these chores every day, I finally realized my mother's hard work today. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and continue to wipe. Persistence is victory! After about an hour, I finally wiped the floor of every room. The floor is so bright that I am too tired to get up on the sofa. But the floor of the audience is shining, and I am very happy.
After a short rest, I saw that it was almost ten o'clock, and I started my second secret operation-helping my mother cook.
I scooped some rice from the rice bucket and put it in the basin. Then I learned from my mother's way of washing rice, rubbing rice repeatedly with my hands in the water, and when the washed water became clean, I put the rice in the pressure cooker, filled it with water (my mother once told me that the water level should not exceed my hands), covered it, opened the valve of the liquefier and started cooking. After about twenty minutes, the pressure valve of the pressure cooker began to beat. I smell the smell of rice, and the rice is finally cooked! I'm even a little excited. I quickly turned off the liquefied steam valve and sat on the sofa waiting for my mother to get off work.
After a while, my mother came back and saw the clean floor as soon as she came in. She said in surprise, "Hey, why is the floor so bright today?" "I wiped it!" I jumped off the sofa and couldn't wait to show the fruits of my labor. "Mom, come to the kitchen and have a look. There are still surprises. " Then I dragged my mother into the kitchen. "Look, I've even cooked the meal." I proudly took off the pressure valve, lifted the lid and said, "Mom, try my craft." Say, take chopsticks to put a little rice in my mother's mouth. "Hey, the rice is a little raw. You seem a little light. " I tasted it, and it was really hard. My mother told me that it would take ten minutes to put out the fire after the pressure valve jumped. Oh, I see!
Although today's rice is not as delicious as my mother's, I always see a smile on my parents' faces when I eat. My father told me that this was the best rice he had ever eaten, and my mother nodded in agreement. Their approving eyes inspired me. I think I will continue to work hard and let them eat really delicious and fragrant rice next time.