"I am in charge today, and I am the biggest today!" As the saying goes, a new official has three fires. Today is my first day in office. What should I do for my family? I think hard ... Ah, I got it! I hit my head with my hand and my eyes lit up. Hey, hey, let's do it! How about I make a love breakfast-love cake before mom and dad get up?

As soon as I started, I went to the kitchen, rummaged up and down, and found plates and bowls ... In short, I got everything useful. I poured a proper amount of flour into the bowl, opened the refrigerator, took out two eggs, and held them in the palm of my hand as cold as ice. "Click" the yolk is like a naughty child sliding down from the crack of the eggshell and embedded in the white flour, like a golden bright agate, which makes people love it. Take some water, pour it slowly, the water is like a white practice, pick up chopsticks and stir slowly; While stirring, I listened to the sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl, which sounded like a beautiful melody sung by a singer, like the cheerful running water of a stream, and more like the sound of a natural jungle. Mix it up! I mixed the eggs with the flour! My heart secretly rejoiced. In order to make love cakes into the best food in the world, I added a little pure milk. Suddenly, the kitchen was filled with the smell of milk. Not to brag, if you pass by at this time, you will be deeply attracted by this fragrance and can't help swallowing! Oh, by the way, there's another thing I can't forget. I carefully sprinkled a little salt into the bowl. Everything is ready, except for the east wind, which is fire. When the gas was turned on, a light blue flame burst out with a bang, and the blue flame devoured the bottom of the pot crazily. I poured some salad oil into the pot and poured eggs and flour all over. Maybe it was too big, and I just heard a "crack". Hey, what's the matter? Go and have a look. Oh, isn't that the sound of oil "exploding"? As soon as I heard the sound, it was like a little mouse seeing the cat king-running for my life, and I lost my soul and was afraid. Ah ... After waiting for a while, I gradually calmed down, walked slowly to the front of the pot, turned down the fire, picked up a shovel and fiddled with it. Soon, Huang Cancan's cakes were freshly baked!

my family just got up, and they were "attracted" by the smell of my love cake. They all said, "Baby, it smells good!" Do not believe, you see, one of my father's "claws" can't wait to reach out to my victory. "Dad, wait, wash your hands first ..." I haven't finished my words. "Ah-woo" A small piece of love cake has been gloriously sacrificed in Dad's big mouth. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I am happy, my family is happy, the sun is happy ... Everything is happy.

article 2: today I am the master of 8 words

. Isn't this the right of mom and dad? NO, NO, NO, that's not necessarily true! When mom and dad were not available, I had to "volunteer" and become a "housekeeper". Diary winter vacation diary

It's a holiday, but my parents are still at work. So, I worked as a family for a day. The meal was cooked in the morning. I got up slowly and ate slowly. My mother hid the knife in her smile and asked me to work. But I didn't intend to end the "work-rest period" until I heard my mother's exhortation to "work" disappear outside the door.

When the hard times came, I made a "inspection" and found that there were a lot of tedious housework, such as sweeping the floor, mopping the floor and washing dishes. Alas, how can you be a giant of language and a dwarf of action? Just do it, and I quickly rolled up my sleeves and got to work. Let's sweep the floor first, and at once, I'll do it both ways, with a broom in one hand and a bucket in the other. Sweeping and sweeping makes my back ache and my legs ache. I really want to drop my work and quit. But on second thought, who told me that I was a "little bee" sweeping the floor? Thinking of this, my hand quickened its frequency. An hour later, the "battle" was over. I started mopping the floor.

I received a bucket of water, and the mop pressed it into the water and lifted it over the bucket, which "bombed" like a water curtain and made the water in the bucket ripple everywhere. After the "artificial rainfall", like writing a brush, it "doodles" horizontally and vertically on the ground. What about these dead ends? I had a brainwave and picked up the watering can to spray. Well, it's too slow. I decided to send a "flood". I picked up the washbasin and splashed the water in it. I simply splashed clean water on the ground. The water in the bucket, splash; The water in the basin, splash. In this way, after an hour's work, I was sweating and exhausted, my feet were like lead, my hands were so tired that I collapsed on the sofa and panted like an ox. I saw that the room had been completely transformed, and the living room was completely new, even though they were all immersed in water. After a short rest, I began to drain water.

the water was drained bit by bit, so I washed the dishes without stopping. After washing for a long time, the results are terrible. If you wash at this rate, you can finish it in one day. I started at full horsepower, but the bowl was like a disobedient child, and "bang" a bowl fell to the ground. Fortunately, this bowl happened to be made of iron, otherwise it would have broken. After a long hard work, the bowl was finally washed.

is there anything left to do? It's gone. Thinking, I sat on the sofa and rested. A few hours later, the door opened and my parents came in, looking up and down as if they had never seen me and this house before. "Hey, why isn't the rice cooked?" "ah! Forgot to cook! " I shouted and went into the kitchen to cook. Mom and dad worked together to get back some time and make up for a loophole.

In the afternoon, I was in a hurry, still blushing and my neck was thick. When I heard that my parents would have a holiday tomorrow, I jumped with joy and felt relieved.

mom and dad work hard, and they have to do housework when they get home, which is like adding insult to injury. Since it's not easy for mom and dad