In the middle of the day, when dad wasn't home, I wanted to use it for mom.
I learned my mom's usual way of cooking noodles and started to do it: first boil the water, mom do something delicious, so that mom sweats, and it is also good for the disease out. At this time I saw the kitchen there are hanging noodles, so I want to do a bowl of fragrant noodles let mom slowly enjoy in the boiling water I put a "put" salt, onions, meat and other ingredients in the bowl, and then put the noodles in the boiling water, and then put some vegetables, and finally put the noodles and vegetables picked in the bowl on the finished.
I brought the steaming bowl of noodles to my mom and said, "Eat it, mom." Mom smiled and said, "Heh, it smells really good." I heard the heart is beautiful. Mom tasted a bite, only to see her frown, I anxiously asked, "Mom, how does it taste?" Mom just wanted to say something and then stopped, unfolded her eyebrows and said, "delicious, delicious." I watched my mom eat it one bite at a time, happy. As I watched my mom eating, I wanted to have some too, so I went to pick the rest of the noodles. I just took a bite, "wow" all spit on the ground, why so salty ah! No wonder my mom frowned just now. I didn't know what to say, was it self-hatred, was it shame, was it sorry? Yes and no, because I did my best to make it. My mom rubbed my head and comforted me by saying, "This noodle is a little salty, but I am quite happy to eat the noodle you made for me for the first time."
I couldn't restrain my feelings and tears blurred my eyes. From this incident, I realized that this is love, this is the deep mother-daughter love!