1. Ask your mother to describe her expression, movements, and language when cooking. Someone’s mother slapped her left hand on the cutting board, and four eggs flew into the air. Her back was waving in the air, and the eggshells were powdered.

It seemed to be floating down to the ground, and then the line "A World Without Thieves" came from the TV, "Uncle Li, this is a unique skill." Someone's mother didn't look away, smiling contemptuously, four eggs wrapped in egg clothes were

Her hands were spinning rapidly.

Turning.

Someone's mother poured soybean oil into her hand, and the high temperature generated by the high-speed rotation of the eggs caused the oil to boil!

It's too late, it's faster than that!

The egg is broken!

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The gushing egg blossoms are like four white lotuses that have emerged from the mud but are not stained. The fragrance is overflowing. Under the dual action of internal force and oil temperature, the lotus flowers solidify quickly. The egg yolk is tender and transparent, just like a lotus pod carved from topaz!

"On the plate!" Mom flicked her hand, and four "egg lotuses" landed steadily on the plate in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest!

The moment is the same as the center of the disk, no less than the slightest difference. Even the most precise instrument in the world is just like this!

The guests are about to feast!

"Wait a minute!" With a sweet shout, the onion, ginger and other condiments on the cutting board flew into the air as if possessed by an evil spirit. Suddenly, someone's mother was fluttering in white, like a fairy descending from the mortal world, holding a hand.

That big greasy kitchen knife was chopping like crazy!

In this situation, where is the kitchen knife for cutting vegetables and meat?

This is clearly the perfect blade for slaying demons and subduing demons!

When chopped green onion and ginger were sprinkled on the "egg lotus", all the guests couldn't hold back their appetites and started eating!

For a long time, for a long time, everyone was immersed in this delicious world and couldn't extricate themselves!

"It's not bad, it's actually fried with eggs and the meat is fragrant." A fat man said with unsatisfied taste while savoring it.

"Yes, yes, it is really extraordinary," everyone praised sincerely.

2. Request for a composition of about 400 words: Observe the movements, expressions, and language of parents when cooking. Ideas for writing: Observation should have a sense of hierarchy and be carried out in a certain order, from far to near, from high to low, from top to bottom.

Next, conduct a comprehensive and detailed observation from point to surface or from the inside to the outside.

Text: My mother is recognized as the "chef" in my family. As long as it is a dish made by her, it will be eaten away.

It is said that the simpler the dish, the more sophisticated it is. It is most appropriate to use it on mom.

The tomato and egg rice made by my mother alone is the best I have ever tasted.

My mother was at home on the weekend and asked me with a smile what I wanted to eat. I answered without hesitation: "Tomato and egg rice." After hearing this, my mother said, "Okay, I will cook whatever you like."

To do it, my mother took out the tomatoes and eggs she bought, knocked and peeled the eggs, and the eggs slipped into the bowl obediently, and my mother immersed the tomatoes in the muddy water.

Seeing the confusion on my face, my mother hurriedly said: "This is rice washing water. It is cleaner for washing vegetables and pesticides are easy to wash off." Twenty minutes later, my mother took out the tomatoes, washed them with water and put them aside.

Mom turned on the gas stove, and the blue flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the water in the pot dried up quickly.

When the flames completely boiled the water in the pot, my mother poured some oil into the pot.

Then, she poured the beaten eggs into the pot, "媫一" A harsh sound came into my ears, green smoke came out from the bottom of the pot, small bubbles bulged on the eggs, and the whites and yolks condensed.

Together, like a small yellow flower leaning on the white railing.

Suddenly, my mother shook the pot in mid-air and turned the eggs over. The eggs changed. Some places were a little brown, as if they were burnt, but that part was the most delicious.