I saw my mom pouring oil into the stove and waiting for it to heat up. Mom in order to save time, began to cut tomatoes. I watched attentively from the side, not missing every detail. Mom cut the tomatoes, before she put the knife down, I could not help but shout involuntarily, "Cutting is great." Almost every little square of tomato was the same size.
When the oil was hot, my mom poured the chopped tomatoes into the pan and started frying them. Then my mom told me to get a couple of eggs from the fridge and asked me to crack them. I just cracked an egg, and then squeezed hard, the egg "Zi ~ ~ ~ ~" flew out, flew to my clothes, dripping to my pants, the ground ------ for this busy half a day.
Mixing eggs is my specialty, three or two times on the mix. Then mom multiplied the tomatoes in a bowl, then I mixed the eggs poured into the pot, once poured in, not even a few seconds, into an egg cake. Then action free mix a few times, and finally put the already scrambled tomatoes and eggs into the pan to scramble again.
"The food is fried!" I exclaimed excitedly.
"Let's eat." Dad said. We ate as a family with great flavor and aroma.