Looking at the old photo, I remember the day when I wanted to make a gift for my mother. It was my mother's birthday, and I decided to1 her with a pancake made by myself. I woke up really early and2 quietly to the kitchen. I had never cooked anything before, so I tried to copy how she did it. 3, I made it burnt.
I was throwing everything away when my mother came in. I showed her the 4 and sadly explained what happened. To my surprise, she tasted it and said it was 5. I guess love is indeed a magical ingredient （原料）.
