Today, as soon as my mother got home, she went into the kitchen. After a while, I heard the sound of pots and pans, and then I heard the sound of breaking eggs, sending eggs, frying eggs and fried rice. Suddenly, I smelled a faint smell of eggs, which went straight into my heart. I saw my mother's tired figure and her satisfied smile. So, I packed up the homework that covered the dining table, put the dishes and chopsticks in place, and waited for the fried rice with eggs to be served. 　　

Mother came out from the kitchen full of oil smoke, with a plate of fried rice with eggs in her hand and put it on the dining table. I looked at this rice covered with a thin layer of golden eggs, which made people drool, not to mention it made people greedy before eating. I ate it without hesitation. The tender eggs are slippery in the mouth, and the soft rice is just what my mother can make-delicious in the world, delicious! 　　

In this fried rice with eggs, my mother added a special material, that is, maternal love!