Over the weekend, I was a little chef at my grandma's house, and the dish I made was - scrambled eggs.

In the morning, I couldn't wait to run into the kitchen, took four eggs from the refrigerator, took a bowl from the cupboard, picked up an egg and beat it on the side of the bowl, and beat four eggs in one go. Next, I took out a pair of chopsticks from the cupboard and stirred up the eggs. The raw eggs were so sticky that the yolk was all over the head of the chopsticks. Grandpa was woken up by the noise, he came to the kitchen and asked, "Granddaughter, making scrambled eggs?" I was so busy that I didn't even lift my head and just answered, "Yes." Grandpa looked at my busy appearance, smiled and said, "Granddaughter, use help?" I said, "You help me cut the scallions."

After Grandpa cut the scallions, light the fire and then pour oil into the pan, not long, the oil boiled, I put the eggs stirred into the pan, scrambled up, and put some salt, put the chopped scallions into it, scrambled up, not long, the fragrant scrambled eggs on the table.

Looking at the family eating fragrant scrambled eggs, I'm a little chef is very pleased.