I was deeply impressed by many things, such as making instant noodles for the first time and visiting museums ... but what I will never forget is making egg tarts for the first time!

It was last year that my father bought a microwave oven with a cookbook attached to it. I just glanced at it, and suddenly, my eyes flashed. Wow! The pattern on it is really mouth watering! So, greedy I pestered my father to accompany me to do it. Father couldn't stand my repeated pestering and had to agree.

First, my father and I poured a bowl of flour and half a bowl of water into the basin. I posed as a superman, stepped on the bench with one foot, and boasted, "Let me be an all-knowing elf to make dough!" " After that, I rolled up my sleeves and put my hand in my face. I came to the conclusion that there was too much water, so I added a bowl of flour and stirred it. There is too much flour again! I just kept adding water and flour, and my busy father said, "Forget it, I'll do it!" " "He said, while holding out a strong hand and noodles, but I didn't look carefully. I secretly grabbed a ball of noodles and held it in my hand, playing over and over again. When the noodles were reconciled, I proudly said, "If it weren't for me, I don't know what the sea would be like!" " Dad just laughed without saying a word.

We began to knead the shape of the egg tart. Although I can't knead it well, it's ok. In addition, my motto is: as long as it is delicious! My father and I made six, put them on plastic plates, and then carefully put them in the microwave oven. The fever is high 10 minutes. Take care of everything, I rub my hands and go to the living room to watch TV with my father. Five minutes later, my father glanced at the kitchen and jumped up from the sofa! Shit! The kitchen is full of smoke and smells of burning things! If people go in, they will choke. I pulled down a wet towel, covered my nose and rushed into the "crime scene". I opened the window. After waiting for more than ten minutes, the smoke dispersed, but there was still a burning smell in the air. I took out my plate. Oh! A fist-sized hole was burned in the bottom of the plate, and some black things were stuck on it. On closer inspection, it turned out to be an egg tart with tragic fate! The scattered dry dough fell from the plate to the ground, and my father and I said sadly, failure!

After a while, we pulled ourselves together and did it again, adjusting the temperature and time, but the result was still not satisfactory. I declare that this egg tart making activity ended in failure!

Looking at our masterpiece, my father and I looked at each other, and the scene was very embarrassing. I said, "Why don't we do it again?" When dad heard this, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, don't bother."

At this time, my mother came back and saw that we had made the house smoky, so she "questioned" us, and we told her the whole story in detail. Her mother laughed and cried after hearing this. In this way, in laughter, this interesting activity ended.

I will never forget this matter.