Mom and grandma cooked a delicious breakfast-bean cake. Every time it's always Kazuhiro Mori Bowl, the stuttering will soon be eliminated.
One morning, I was awakened by hunger. I immediately got out of bed and ran to my mother's room to ask her what to eat in the morning. Mom said to eat bean cake, and my eyes immediately brightened and my mouth watered. I clapped my hands and said happily, "Great, I like bean cakes best."
My mother wants to make breakfast. It suddenly occurred to me that I won't go to school today. Give my mom a break. I'll do it. So I volunteered to ask my mother to let me do this arduous task, but I didn't expect her to agree. I was so excited that I trotted into the kitchen, thinking about my mother's happy appearance when she ate my first breakfast. She will certainly praise my cooking. Haha, I can't help laughing when I think about it.
I'll put water in the pot first, cover the lid and turn on the gas. After a while, the water boiled, and I quickly poured the bean biscuits into the pot. Unexpectedly, the action was too big, and the water splashed on me, which made me grin with pain. I quickly covered the pot. Great, just wait for it to open, and the delicious bean cake will be baked soon. I am happy to think about how delicious my bean cake will be.
Just thinking about it, I forgot what was cooking in the pot. I only heard my mother shout, "Xinyue, open the lid quickly, it's going to burn." I just came to my senses and quickly opened the lid. I saw that the water was almost boiled dry, and the bean cakes were lying on the wall of the pot like defeated warriors. I quickly added a bowl of water and shoveled off the bean cakes stuck to the pot wall with a shovel. "Never mind, just a little paste." I comfort myself so much.
I started to put seasoning, accidentally poured too much soy sauce, and the bean cake and soup suddenly turned black. I tasted a little salty, so I added some water. After a while, the bean cake in the pot boiled again. I poured some sesame oil into it. I think that's what my mother usually does. It should be about the same. I brought two bowls and carefully put the cooked bean cakes into the bowls, but the soup seemed to be disobedient and fell on the table naughtily. One drop, two drops, three drops ... made a table of soup, like a flood, terrible. I quickly brought a napkin to clean it.
After a hectic meal, I can finally have breakfast. Mother looked at me busy in and out, smiling. I smiled shyly and said, "Mom, how about trying my bean cake?" Mother picked up chopsticks, picked up a bean cake and put it in her mouth to taste slowly. I looked at her expectantly and grabbed my little hand nervously. I didn't expect my mother to give me a thumbs up: "It's delicious, better than my mother's cooking!" "Listening to my mother's praise, I was filled with joy and began to eat. I didn't know it was not as delicious as my mother's cooking, and it smelled a little burnt!
This breakfast is really full of twists and turns! As the saying goes, "it is easier to see flowers than to rust them." Through this incident, I have a deeper understanding of this sentence.