One day after dinner, I wiped my mouth and was about to leave the table when my mother stopped me. He said, "You wash the dishes yourself today." Mother kept teaching: "first squeeze a little detergent on the rag, then turn on the tap and wash the bowls one by one ..."
"Stop!" I stopped my mother's nagging and said, "I'll do it myself."
I'll seal the unfinished food with plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator first. Then I went to the kitchen and put the bowl in the sink. I washed the dishes with clear water according to the method taught by my mother, then dry-cleaned them for the first time with a rag filled with detergent, and then washed them with clear water several times. It's done. I hurried to find my mother, waiting for her praise. I didn't expect my mother to check my work and say, "Look, there is still oil and foam here, and then take it for rework." Pay attention to the oil stains on the inside and outside walls and the bottom of the bowl, and then rinse it repeatedly with clear water until it is clean. Then wash the dishcloth and wring it out, then wipe the chopsticks one by one with the wringed dishcloth, and finally put the bottom of the bowl up, drain the water and put it into the disinfection cabinet for disinfection. "
I remembered my mother's words, followed them step by step, and finally finished washing and finished the task. I was just about to go downstairs for a walk when my mother stopped me again: "Don't think you are finished. Have you done any follow-up work? " Go clean the kitchen. "
I took a rag, cleaned the dining table, cleaned the kitchen, washed the dishes and cleaned the whole stove, which was really done. At this time, I was so tired that I was sweating.
Today, I learned to tidy up chopsticks and wash dishes. I experienced the joy of labor and its difficulties.