Things are like this, the second semester of the first year, that time the school held a bazaar, each class has a booth, the teacher repeatedly urged us to prepare a good bazaar to bring things to school to buy, and strive to get the first.
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when my class came to my house to help. Because the materials were not well prepared, my sister and I rode our bikes to buy them. We bought the things back home, only to see my mother from the refrigerator without delay out of a bag of flour, but also took a basin, first of all, the eggs were broken and put into the basin, followed by the flour is poured into it, but also boiled water. I hurriedly took a cup of water and poured hot water into the basin, and when I poured it to a certain extent, my mother hurriedly said, "That's enough, that's enough." I was very puzzled, thinking: is this pouring water is also concerned about how much? Mom seemed to read my mind and said, "If you put in too much hot water, the flour will be thin; if you put in too little, some of it won't dissolve, so you won't be able to knead the dough well, and you won't be able to make good pancakes, let alone pancakes." It dawned on me. After my mom mixed it well, she took a handful of long-chopped chopped green onions from the cutting board and sprinkled them over the flour and egg mixture like a heavenly flower. I asked, "Why are you sprinkling the minced scallions?" At that moment, my dad appeared at some point, stood behind me and said, "It's to make the pancakes smell better and taste better!" I nodded and said, "So that's how it is."
After mom finished stirring, I, acting as second in command, turned on the gas stove. Mom first put some oil down with a spoon, when the oil heated to a certain degree, (that is, to reach a certain level of fire), then began to make pancakes. Seeing my mom's skillful movements, I thought to myself: making pancakes is also a technical work, and there is a lot of learning in it. "Okay!" Mom with a spatula shovel up pancakes, put on a plate, looking at the fragrant pancakes, I can not help but want to taste right away, just reached out to grab, mom patted my hand, said: "What's the hurry, wait a little longer, it's still too hot, it will be hot hands!" Mom fried for a while, and then it was time for Dad to show off his skills. Alas, a few of them got a little burnt. I really can't wait, I want to do it, looking at the golden pancakes, are almost piercing my eyes can't open, greedy my mouth watering, plus the green onions, just like a little green in the yellow flowers. I really can't help but take a piece and eat it, wow, it's so delicious!
Seeing this, my sister also took three steps into the kitchen, and everyone joined in eating the pancakes. I smiled and gave my mom and dad a thumbs up. My classmates were also impressed with my parents. When the pancakes were taken to school this time, they sold out in a flash at the bake sale, and the teachers praised us all!
My parents and I those things, a basket, say a few days and nights can not be said, I love my home, more love my mom and dad!