It is my greatest honor to help you. Today is my mother's birthday. My mother is usually very hard and always busy. It's time to relax today. So I'm going to cook two dishes for my mother and let her taste my cooking. But what should I do? I've been thinking about it for a long time. I can't eat big dishes, so let's make two small dishes. After some consideration, I decided on the menu: a hot dish and a cold dish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and cold cucumbers. Now, before my mother came back, I rushed into the kitchen with a cigarette.

When I entered the kitchen, I suddenly felt like a cook. I started cooking. I took out two red and big tomatoes from the basket, washed them with clean water and put them in a bowl of boiling water, so that they could be peeled easily. When I was cooking tomatoes, I took out three eggs from the refrigerator and a bowl from the disinfection cabinet. Then I knocked the egg on the edge of the bowl and it cracked. With a bang, both egg white and yolk fell into the bowl, and the broken eggshell "belongs to the trash can". I picked up chopsticks and stirred them back and forth in the bowl of eggs. After stirring, I spilled a little. After my unremitting efforts, I finally stirred the eggs. After beating the eggs, the tomatoes are almost cooked. I picked up the tomato with chopsticks and gently tore it. The tomato skin was big and fast.

Ok, tomatoes and eggs are ready! Next is the most difficult "speculation".

I ordered the natural gas stove, poured the vegetable oil into the wok, and when the wok was hot, poured the eggs into the wok, fried them for a few times, and then put the tomatoes in. At this time, the oil star splashed in the wok. I was not afraid at all and continued to "work". It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't put the seasoning yet, so I quickly put some salt and monosodium glutamate. In a hurry, I finally smelled the smell of eggs and quickly took out my mother's favorite blue and white porcelain plate.

Then the cold cucumber. Mixing cucumbers is very simple. I hardly have any problems. I made it easy. I put it in a glass bowl. The crystal clear glass bowl with bright yellow and green cucumbers is refreshing.

While I was reading my masterpiece, my mother came back. I quickly greeted her: "Look, Mom, I made it specially for you. Happy birthday! " My mother stroked my head and smiled and said, "Good boy, you are so sensible. I really want to thank you. " I took my mother. "You're welcome. This is what I should do. You usually work so hard to take care of me. I want to thank you. Go and try my cooking. " My mother smiled happily.

Love is sunshine, love is rain and dew. Mom and dad gave us so much sunshine and rain. Should we also repay them by thriving, being healthy and happy, and becoming smarter and more sensible? Let's all have a grateful heart to be filial and repay our parents!