Cooking

"People are iron rice is steel, and they don't eat hungry panic." Under the hunger of hunger, I went into the kitchen and looked for food like a kitten.

"Why don't you come back, my stomach is hungry!" I whispered softly, looking around, only to find some white rice on a glass bowl. I rushed up like a hungry tiger, but found that the rice was a little stiff and cold. "The cold can't eat, but I can't be hungry!" I thought angrily. At this time, I accidentally saw the egg next to me. So I thought of cooking myself - egg fried rice.

I moved a stool and climbed up clumsy and turned on the gas switch. I learned the mother's fried eggs in memory, and scooped the gourd. I broke a few eggs and stirred them with chopsticks. The egg yolks and egg whites gradually mixed together and were pale yellow. Pour the oil into the pot, ignite the fire, and then slowly pour the eggs into the inside. Suddenly the "cannon" sounds, and the oil "like the magic" and desperately "jumps". Soon, the liquid egg gradually solidified. I carefully poured the rice into it, quickly grabbed the spatula and smashed it, and the eggs and rice were desperately "squeaky" inside. Suddenly, a small piece of smashed egg could not hold back the high temperature, and finally flew out, and crossed a beautiful line on my cheek. Suddenly, the burning sensation was born, I jumped to the left and right, and always looked at the situation in the pot. I used myself as a mother, adding two tablespoons of salt and a small spoon of flavor to the mother's movements. After a while, the "fresh and delicious" egg fried rice was "born", which was filled with rice and mixed with the faint smell. My pride suddenly came to my heart, and the sweet smile blossomed.

I carefully picked up my "masterpiece", went to the living room, turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa chair to taste it. After a while, my mother came back and looked at me like this. I knew the ins and outs of things, and my mouth raised a faint smile.

Childhood has become a memory, and it is gone forever. I love the innocence of childhood and the childhood fun.

Third day: Hun Senda