Usually spoiled by grandparents, spoiled by parents. At home, I am the youngest, so my relatives love me very much. I have lived like the apple of my eye since I was a child.
That was the first time I cooked for my parents.
That day, I came home, and my mother was lying in bed. Seeing me back, she quickly got out of bed and cooked for me. As soon as my mother starts talking, there is a strong nasal sound in her voice. I didn't feel right until I asked. Oh, my mother caught a cold. I tried my mother's forehead. It's much hotter than me. I quickly arranged for my mother to sit down, gave her medicine and said, "Mom, you are sick. Let me cook. " My mother looked at me anxiously and was about to say something, but I said, "All right, all right, I'll do it myself." It's blocked
I'm going to cook. Although I have done it before, it's all scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Can I do that? I secretly pinched a cold sweat.
I dug out the cookbook, frowning and turning over the dazzling cookbook page by page, and finally found a dish suitable for patients to eat, ready to start cooking. My mother came in and asked me, "Will you cook?" I looked down and prepared to say,' Don't you just cook porridge and cook a dish? Why not? "Paused for a moment, he said," you go back and lie down. Why did you come out again? "
Washing vegetables and cutting into pieces are usually simple steps. Why is it so hard to find me? I almost cut my hand several times. It is good for patients to cook porridge with a small fire, and the millet is rotten, but I have made this seemingly simple porridge cooking process almost a mess several times. The fire was so small that it didn't cackle for a long time. I'm angry. I'll be out in a few minutes Cooking is too difficult. I can't do every step well, such as stir-frying spinach with tofu brain, putting oil in vegetables and putting tofu brain. I spilled grease all over, and the starch used in minced meat will be very fresh and tender. A little pepper, lobster sauce and a little sugar are very strong and can make patients appetizing. After a series of stumbling, I finally put this seemingly simple meal.
I watched my mother eat with anticipation. Her eyes sparkled, and she said to me, "Delicious, better than in a restaurant, and feel at home." . I tasted it. One dish was salty and the other was light, which puzzled me-why my mother said it was delicious! I asked my mother, and she smiled and didn't give me an answer.
Mom went to sleep, dad came back and tasted my cooking. I told him what my mother said. He smiled and said, "Do you know that home smells like a servant? The chef in the restaurant doesn't know who to cook for, but cooking for his family is different, because with' heart' as seasoning, everything will be delicious. "
It suddenly dawned on me.
It also reminds me that my mother buys food and cooks every day. For so many years, every meal my mother cooks is so delicious. I used to take it for granted to be here, but I never found out how much I love my family. I walked into the room, hugged my mother and said to her, "Thank you, mom, for cooking so delicious every meal for so many years."
2. Composition for cooking for parents Every time I see my mother bring delicious food to the table, my mouth is watering. I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I took the initiative to say to my mother, "Mom, I am cooking today!" " "My mother looked at me doubtfully and said," Can you do it? ""If I can't, can you teach me? "Mom finally promised me.
My mother said to me, "Do it yourself first, and think about what my mother does when she can't cook." Then mom went out. First of all, I thought about what I want to eat today. I see. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today. I took some tomatoes out of the cupboard, washed them and cut them. At first, I was eager, but later I saw whether the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cuts tomatoes, they are all the same thickness. So I cut it again. This time, the tomatoes I cut are much better than the last time. Then, I turned on the stove and got angry. I took some eggs and poured some oil into the pot. I knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl, and the yellow egg core flowed out of the shell. I quickly took a bowl, and then the yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured tomatoes into the pot. I put a spoon in the pot, stirred it and covered the lid. After a while, hot air emerged from the pot. I quickly opened the lid, and the attractive fragrance came out. I quickly picked up the spoon and stirred it. Turn off the fire. I poured tomatoes and scrambled eggs into the plate, and I made another beautiful appearance. Put the plate on the table and I'll call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking. What if I can't do it well? I don't think about it. I think my cooking this time is still very good.
Mom came back, and I asked her to check if she was qualified. My mother tasted it and said it was not bad. I'll let you cook it next time. I listened to my mother's praise, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I will work hard next time to make the rice more delicious. Through this story, I understand that I should observe everything around me carefully. If I hadn't observed how my mother cooks, I wouldn't have cooked this meal today. So, don't underestimate every little thing in life, it may be your opportunity to exercise.
I cook for my parents. My parents usually cook for me very hard every day. Today, I also want to cook for my parents and make them happy.
I saw many fresh vegetables in the kitchen: green kidney beans, purple eggplant, brown potatoes, red peppers and so on, all with different colors and shapes. What should I do if I see so many vegetables? After careful consideration, I decided to make fried meat with potatoes.
I'll wash the potatoes first, peel them with a peeling knife, then wash them again and cut them into pieces. I didn't cut it well, some were thin and some were thick. My mother said, "as soon as you learn to cut well, you have to practice." Be careful not to cut your hand. First cut the potato in half and put the flat side on the chopping block, so that the potato won't run around and have another piece. " I did what my mother said. It was really good.
I put the cut potatoes on the plate, then sliced the washed meat, cut chopped green onion and coriander, and prepared to stir-fry Turn on the gas stove, adjust the fire and pour the right amount of oil into the pot. After the oil is boiled, put the meat in and fry for a while, then put the potatoes in and fry, add a little aniseed powder, it will be cooked in about five or six minutes, add a little salt and chopped green onion coriander, and finally put it on a plate.
Mom and dad were attracted by the smell of the food I cooked. My mother tasted it and kept saying, "It smells good!" Don't mention how happy you are. Only when you learn to be grateful to your parents from an early age can you repay your parents and society when you grow up.
I am determined to cook for my parents often in the future, and I will also help them do something within my power.
4. Write a composition from the perspective of cooking for parents personally. My mother brought herself into this world, supported herself to take the first step in life for the first time, and listened to the ambiguous first sentence. After the autumn of 2003, my mother's love is no longer so clear, but silently waiting and giving, as delicate, quiet and sweet as a trickle. Whenever I think about it, my heart will burst. All I want is a beginning, but my mother is hindering my beautiful life; I only think of a pure land, but my mother holds up a gorgeous sky for me with her weak shoulders. Facing the unrequited love in my life, I know I can't and won't ask too much. I have a flower that is better than the whole flower season. I should be grateful for today's life, but I can't find a fixed reason because of my deep feelings. I want to tell my mother in the most gorgeous words, but what I wrote was a clumsy and simple one. I want to praise my mother with the most beautiful songs, but all I sing are ordinary monotonous songs. At this point, all my songs are gone, and tears are pouring down my face.
At night, my mother dragged her tired body home, sat on the sofa and didn't want to move anything. I think my mother is really heartbroken, so I implemented the old method to help her wash her feet and let her recover. I took a pot of steaming water from the bathroom and put it at her feet. Then I helped her take off her shoes and socks and put her feet in hot water. I saw her locked eyebrows finally spread out and saw her like this. I am very happy. But it's hard to touch your calloused feet. I can't help but have a sour nose and tears. Mom, my good mother, only you love me the most in the world. It was actually my fault that I quarreled with you when I was a child. You gave yourself for me, but sometimes I don't know how to cherish it. My mother sang the song "Only my mother is good in the world" completely. Mom, please forgive me. Starting today, I will repay you with excellent results. I don't want you to worry about me anymore. I will honor you well and make you smile and live forever. Thinking about it, I threw myself into my mother's arms. My mother reacted from surprise and smiled happily. She smiled without wrinkles on her face. She kindly said, "Mom, as long as you study hard and get excellent grades, it is the greatest reward for your mother." I brought a cloth to wipe my mother's feet. It was washing feet that made me understand the hardships of being a parent and brought me joy. It is washing feet, which let me know that as long as I study hard, it is the greatest reward for my mother.
Mom, I won't disappoint your hopes for me again. I will study hard to repay your kindness to me.
5. An essay describing parents' hard cooking, about 500 words. It is said that initial cooking is precious, but why is initial cooking precious? Because of what? Hee hee, only you have experienced it yourself can you understand the true meaning contained in it.
That sultry summer night four years ago, oh, I just got home and was shocked. Oh, my God. This is an "extremely shocking thing." Ahem, I'm just kidding. The three pairs of slippers at the door are neatly placed. It seems that my parents haven't come back yet.
No, my stomach is growling at this time. What should I do? What are we going to do? I'm as anxious as ants in my pants. Hunger is not the way. Suddenly, my mind flashed and I decided to throw caution to the wind. I tried my best to cook a meal and eat it myself. When the idea came out, I was shocked myself. I can only cook instant noodles, but I don't know anything else. Well, I can't eat instant noodles, so I won't make them.
I will never bow to instant noodles. (The fact is just the opposite. ) I am afraid to think about it now. What if there was a gas leak? Alas, the ignorant are fearless. Who told me that I didn't know anything then? So I will keep my promise.
If I was so worried, I wouldn't be able to cook and I wouldn't have this composition. ) Well, the conversation turned positive and the camera turned to the kitchen.
I first took out two potatoes from the refrigerator, and the label on them seemed to have the pinyin of "potato", and then I took out two onions. Hey hey! My career as a chef is about to begin! First, wash the potatoes, peel them, cut them into filaments, put them in the pot over high fire, heat the oil after pouring the oil, wash the onions, cut them into pieces, put them in the pot for just the right oil temperature, stir-fry them twice, then put the shredded potatoes, and I'll stir-fry them three or two times, then add salt and cover them with low fire.
I'm going to wash rice right away. How did you forget this? ) and put it in a rice cooker, turn the potato shreds upside down and fry them, cover them and watch TV. Twenty minutes later.
Ok, I shovel vegetables and rice.
I was about to move chopsticks when I suddenly found that the gas had not been turned off, so I turned it off quickly. At this point, my heart is full of excitement. I picked up a shredded potato. Oh, my God, this black thing is "shredded potatoes"? I ate it with the necromancer of Shennong who tasted a hundred herbs. As soon as I finished eating, I ran to the bathroom and threw up.
Finally, I bowed my head to instant noodles. To sum up, this cooking accident started with X (in the process of washing rice, the pot was boiled, and the rice was half dry, then some water and salt were added to remedy it. Finally, the dishes were fried and the rice was half cooked. )
But it also benefited me a lot. I burped and fell asleep in bed.
I dreamed that I became a great cook and made dishes that surprised the whole world. At this time, no one noticed that I was dreaming, and a smile was gently raised at the corner of my mouth. Every time I see my mother bring delicious food to the table, my mouth is watering.
I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I took the initiative to say to my mother, "Mom, I am cooking today!" " "My mother looked at me doubtfully and said," Can you do it? ""If I can't, can you teach me? "
Mom finally promised me. My mother said to me, "Do it yourself first, and think about what my mother does when she can't cook."
Then mom went out. First of all, I thought about what I want to eat today. I see. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today.
I took some tomatoes out of the cupboard, washed them and cut them. At first, I was eager, but later I saw whether the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cuts tomatoes, they are all the same thickness.
So I cut it again. This time, the tomatoes I cut are much better than the last time. Then, I turned on the stove and got angry. I took some eggs and poured some oil into the pot. I knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl, and the yellow egg core flowed out of the shell. I quickly took a bowl, and then the yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured tomatoes into the pot.
I put a spoon in the pot, stirred it and covered the lid. After a while, hot air emerged from the pot. I quickly opened the lid, and the attractive fragrance came out. I quickly picked up the spoon and stirred it.
Turn off the fire. I poured tomatoes and scrambled eggs into the plate, and I made another beautiful appearance.
Put the plate on the table and I'll call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking. What if I can't do it well?
I don't think about it. I think my cooking this time is still very good. Mom came back, and I asked her to check if she was qualified. My mother tasted it and said it was not bad. I'll let you cook it next time.
I listened to my mother's praise, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I will work hard next time to make the rice more delicious.
Through this story, I understand that I should observe everything around me carefully. If I hadn't observed how my mother cooks, I wouldn't have cooked this meal today. So, don't underestimate every little thing in life, it may be your opportunity to exercise.
My father is a very easy-going person, and he gave me energetic youth; And I, in return for him, have white hair like snow. Especially these days, my son asked his 70-year-old father to cook for me, which really made me feel guilty.
My unfairness to my father is willingly integrated into his loving and broad mind. The responsibility of cooking at home has always been borne by my mother.
My parents have worked hard to bring up four children, and now I am the closest person to the old man. In the morning, noon and evening, as long as my father calls me, I know that my mother has cooked delicious meals.
A few days ago, because my nephew in the country was getting married, my mother wanted to go back to her mother's house to help arrange a period of time, so she temporarily "handed over" the task of cooking to her father.
And repeatedly told him: Your son is busy at work, you should be diligent and never let him suffer. In fact, due to work and other reasons, I often go to restaurants to eat. How can I "lose money"? But my dear parents don't think so. My parents think that I am their "treasure in the palm" and I can't "suffer" at any time.
For the diet, how to make it more nutritious, braised or steamed, my father also has some research. But he is often an armchair strategist, just talking and not doing it.
I told my father that my mother has gone to the country, so please wait for me to cook after work. Father insisted on refusing, he shook his head and waved his hand, and his attitude was firm: no, no, you have to work hard.
6. Writing a composition, cooking for my parents, and how to write and cook are as difficult for me as a new soldier defusing a bomb. The signal has been seen in my mother's stomach, otherwise, I really know everything-I know nothing!
Let me cook again this time. Well, it's really embarrassing, but I still can't refuse. What should I do? Don't take pictures, because mom is tired of eating. By the way, just cook fried rice! Although, I don't know how to do it.
No, but there is a computer. What a meticulous production process! Just come down and see what to do. Beat eggs I have practiced this before. "bang!" The eggshell fell inside, come again, hehe, finally; Red sausage, in
In the refrigerator, cutting red sausages is really effortless; There are plenty of frozen rice. Take out a big bowl. Pour more oil into the pot. Pour the egg mixture while it is hot, slide it quickly and take it out. It is very tender.
How much oil did you get? It should be three spoonfuls; Leave oil in the pan, stir-fry the rice, stir-fry and cut it, and try to cook the rice as well as possible. Well, it's very simple; Then pour in the diced sausage and eggs, continue to stir until uniform, and add a little salt to taste.
Here, add a spoonful of salt. Good, but how long will it take? 20 minutes, yes, that's 20 minutes. Mom used to be like this.
After fried rice was served in the living room, my sister came first. I asked, "Sister, did you smell a fragrance before you came out?" "No, I smell burning."
Sister said with great shame. Then, my sister saw the fried rice behind me, quickly brought a bowl, scooped up a small bowl and began to eat, but her expression kept changing. At this time, my mother also came out, directly.
When I picked up the pot and began to taste it, my mother put it down and said to me unhurriedly, "I'll give you some advice. 1. The rice has not been fried. "
2. It's burnt. Your fried rice needs improvement. "Say that finish, to eat her instant noodles, I thought: Then how do I know the specific time of fried rice? Problems kept coming at me, so I went to check the computer, and it said that when it was blown up,
Wait, you can stir-fry it, as long as you think it's almost the same.
Unexpectedly, fried rice also needs so much knowledge. It seems that I have to learn to cook more! !
7. I cook for my mother. I am anxious to cook for my mother. After watching TV today, my mother hasn't come back yet. At this point, my stomach is crying with hunger. My mother works very hard. How tired she is when she comes back to cook for me! So I had a brainwave. I want to help my mother cook. It's easier said than done. I usually have a mouth to reach for food and clothes. Today, I am very busy in the kitchen. I thought of my mother's daily care for the whole family, and I must help her share the housework in the future. I don't know how much water to put when cooking. No more, no less. I'll let it go at once. I think more is better than less. When cooking, I don't know what to do, so I quickly find my mother's recipe and start cooking according to the above steps. Hehe, I don't even know the difference between sugar and salt, so I have to bite the bullet and do it. The smoke is too big, and it is useless to open it. I think it's hard for my mother to endure it every day. I used to be too lazy, every day. We must correct it in the future. I made a mess in the kitchen, but I was busy washing dishes. It tastes sweet at first, and some are half-cooked. Rice is boiled into porridge. I really realized my mother's hard work, and everything was not that simple. At this moment, the doorbell rang, and I hurried to see that my mother had gone home. My mother saw me dirty in the kitchen and my masterpiece, but she didn't blame me. Instead, she held me tightly in her arms. Later, I ate my meal with my mother. Although I know it tastes terrible, my mother still eats it with relish and keeps saying that I have grown up and know how to help my mother share the housework. I was very unhappy and secretly decided to help my mother do more housework in the future.
8. Composition: Cooking for Mom (600 words) I learned to cook. I woke up this morning, got dressed and saw my mother still sleeping.
I didn't wake her up, just waiting for my mother to get up and cook. At this time, an idea flashed through my mind: I am ten years old and it is time to learn to cook.
I'll go to the kitchen and see what I can do. Looking for some mung beans, I remembered that my parents were very busy at work these days, and they had already got angry. Mung beans could get rid of the fire, so I decided to burn mung bean tea.
I took a small bowl, filled it with a bowl of mung beans, picked up the dirty things inside, washed them with water, filled half a pot of water in the rice cooker, poured the washed mung beans into the rice cooker, turned on the power, and put the rice cooker on the cooking stall to prepare for cooking. What dishes are fried? Mom usually likes scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so make scrambled eggs with tomatoes! I first took four eggs and two tomatoes and knocked them into the bowl like my mother. At this time, I was in trouble: I didn't know how much salt to put.
It suddenly occurred to me that my mother usually only puts a little salt in scrambled eggs. I put a little as usual, stirred it and put it aside.
I poured the oil into the pot, and before long, I heard the sound of "zi zi". So the oil is hot. I quickly poured the eggs into the pot, kept turning them over, broke them into pieces and poured them into the plate. At this time, I am relieved. When I went back to get the tomatoes, I found that the tomatoes had not been cut.
I quickly picked up a knife to cut tomatoes. First I cut it on the chopping board, but I got a tomato juice on the chopping board.
It suddenly occurred to me that my mother usually cuts it by hand, and I cut it carefully into the bowl as usual. After a while, I cut the tomatoes. I turned on the fire, and when the water in the pot dried up, I put a little oil in it. As soon as the oil smoked, I quickly poured the tomatoes into the pot, turned them over for a while, and then put the eggs back into the pot, adding Nande seasoning and monosodium glutamate. After stirring, I poured them into a plate, and a plate of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes was ready.
I turned on the rice cooker and saw that the mung bean had "blossomed". I knew the mung bean tea was cooked, so I took them out and served them on the table to wake my mother.
Mom got up and saw the food on the table. She was surprised and asked, "Who did this?" "I succeeded!" I'm proud to say. "Really? My child has grown up and can cook! " I was flattered by my mother's praise.
I learned this meal bit by bit when I usually watched my mother cook. It seems that "attention is everywhere"! In the future, I will observe carefully everywhere in my study and life, pay attention everywhere and learn more knowledge. I learned to pack jiaozi. It was a happy Sunday, and our whole family got together to pack jiaozi.
Mother prepared dumpling skins and stuffing, and everyone wrapped jiaozi around the table. I also clamored to learn from jiaozi, and my mother agreed to demonstrate beside me.
I saw my mother holding the dumpling skin in her left hand, dipping the edge of the dumpling skin with water, then putting the stuffing in the center of the dumpling skin with a spoon and pinching both sides at the same time. A beautiful jiaozi was born in her hand. Ah! Being jiaozi is as simple as that.
I can't wait to be jiaozi like my mother. I held one side of jiaozi, and the stuffing came out. Grab that side, the trap here is coming out again.
Later, * * * crunchily put the dough in his hand and squeezed it to both sides at the same time. Neither side was heavy, but its "belly" was broken. I quickly brought another piece of dough and filled its "belly", which was regarded as a jiaozi. Look at the jiaozi pinched by my mother, all of them are "generals' bellies", like the generals who won the battle, while mine got down before going to the "battlefield".
Everyone laughed their heads off. But I am not discouraged. "Everything is difficult before it is easy." I wrapped jiaozi carefully.
In a short time, I finally mastered the skills of being a jiaozi, and the beautiful jiaozi was born in my hands. It's especially sweet to taste jiaozi wrapped in your own bag, and it's sweetest to enjoy the fruits of your own labor.
Through this incident, I understand a truth, "Nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind." I learned to be strong and strong, which is a part of our life.
Without strength, there is no courage to overcome difficulties; Without strength, there is no motivation for success. That day, I learned to skate with my father.
Dad bought two pairs of skates first, and then took me into the skating pool. Ah, there are so many people in the skating rink! I watched these big brothers and sisters slide happily on the skating rink.
Some spin on one foot, like jumping "four little swans"; Some slide quickly with open arms, like Dapeng spreading its wings; Some are still sliding in the undulating places, just like boats on the sea. They each have their own unique skills. I really envy them! So I asked my father to teach me quickly.
Dad said patiently, "you divide your feet into eight numbers first, and then slide forward step by step." . With me here, you don't have to worry about slipping. "
After listening to my father, I can't wait to start running. However, after only two steps, I fell on my back on the beach like a turtle.
I feel the injured * * *, like a frosted cabbage-what's the matter. At this time, my father's meaningful words came from my ear: "Don't lose heart, learn to be strong.
Failure is the mother of success! "After listening to his words, I summon up courage and slide forward. Many things have happened, and I can finally slip away, and I can slip away quickly.
Just as I was getting carried away, suddenly a slope appeared in front of me. I'm too scared to brake, but I can't leave it to chance, can I? Dad's firm words encouraged me again. I grabbed my body, took off, turned around and landed smoothly.
Suddenly, a burst of applause broke out on the field. I looked at my father proudly, and he was giving me a thumbs-up praise! At that moment, I learned to be strong.
At that moment, I understood: without strength, there is no courage to overcome difficulties; Without strength, there is no motivation for success. I still remember that the first time I met Qiang was in the fourth grade of primary school. A classmate's mother died unfortunately, and everyone tried their best to comfort her. Although she smiled and told us "it doesn't matter", she kept crying. Another exam came, and she actually won the first place for the first time. I asked her why she did so well in the exam, and she only told me two words: "strong". In this way, Qiang and I
9. Help my parents write a composition 300 words My parents didn't come back tonight, and I couldn't help thinking of the first time I cooked for my parents.
Actually, I didn't cook for my parents voluntarily. It is the homework assigned to us by the primary school teacher. I remember that I set an alarm clock that night and put it on my pillow for fear that it would wake me up and my parents. The next morning, I got up early, carefully and secretly closed the door of the big bedroom and crept into the kitchen. According to the plan, I want to fry two eggs and two bowls of sour soup noodles.
I beat two eggs first and put them in the pot. Suddenly realized that I didn't pour the oil. Fortunately, the pot is not hot. I quickly poured some oil into the pot and turned the eggs over to continue cooking.
When frying eggs in a frying pan, I poured some water into another pan and burned it first so that it could be cooked later. After that, I hurried to "take care" of my fried eggs. Ah! No, my fried egg is burnt. Turn it over and let this side heat up.
Look at the boiling water, too I quickly threw the dried noodles in. I thought I could have a rest, so I took a book and read it easily. After a while, I was startled by the sound of "Hehehehehe". I saw a terrible scene. One of the batter of the eggs is missing, and the water for cooking noodles almost wets the whole stove. I turned the eggs over, turned the fire in the noodle pot to a minimum, and then flew around the kitchen with a rag in my hand. ...
The end result is: noodles are cooked in a pot, and two fried eggs are all black on one side and half black on the other, while I am hiding in my room with a head that has been styled for free.
After a while, my parents came out, and they naturally understood that this was my masterpiece and ate this "delicious" breakfast as if nothing had happened. I feel bad in my heart My mother has cooked for me for more than ten years, and I can only repay them with this simple and terrible breakfast. I almost cried at the thought of this. My mother seems to have read my mind and said to me, "What mother in the world gives back by raising children?" Just let your mother watch you grow up happily on the road of life and take every step firmly, which is the best reward for your mother! "
I looked at my parents' backs and smiled. Yes, my parents have done so much for me. What can I do for them?
10. Cooking for Mom and Dad 70-word composition Cooking for Mom and Dad
Today, I do my homework at home. It's almost noon for my parents, and they haven't gone home to work yet. Looking through the leftovers from last night, I saw that there was quite a lot of white rice, as well as some eggs, ham and some chopped green onion. Suddenly I remembered that I had seen the fried rice with eggs cooked by my mother before, and it was delicious, so I put on an apron. First, I beat the eggs in a bowl and add a little salt. When the oil was hot, I poured it into the egg liquid. When the eggs are almost cooked, add the rice, stir-fry until the rice grains are separated, add salt, sprinkle some chopped green onion and then cook. This is my first time cooking fried rice with eggs for my parents. Smell this delicious fried rice with eggs. It tastes good. Students, if you like, you can try to cook it for your parents.