I am cooking today.

On Tuesday, October 27, 2019, I got up early this morning. I thought that my mother would cook for me every day, so today I want to make breakfast for my parents. I washed my face and immediately went to the kitchen to find out that my mother's usual apron was worn at the waist and started to work.

Today, what I have to do is to fry the dried dumplings. I first cut the steamed bread into pieces, then took out an egg and broke the skin. I opened it with my hands, ah! The egg got me a hand, so disgusting, I quickly wiped my hand with a paper towel, then I opened the stove and poured the oil into the pot. When the oil was hot, I put the taro pieces with eggs in the pot. I only heard the fire in the pot like a firecracker. The oil splashed and scared me to take a few steps back, but for my hoe to not be fried, I still endured the fear of my heart. The chopsticks flipped it, wow, the dry head is like wearing gold armor and glittering. Although the oil flower sometimes kisses the back of my hand, I still insist on drying all the steamed buns.

Mom saw the breakfast I made excited and said: "My son is really grown up!" My heart is sweeter than eating honey.

The fourth grade of the first experimental country in Changyi City, Shandong Province: Fu Muyao