I first washed the tomatoes and put them on the chopping board. Holding the knife with my right hand and pressing the tomato with my left hand, I carefully cut it into pieces. Then, I then took out the eggs from the refrigerator, took out a bowl from the cupboard, knocked the two eggs to the side of the bowl, and then broke them with both hands, and the whites and yolks flowed into the bowl together. Then I whisked the eggs with chopsticks and the preparation was complete.
I took the wok out, lit the fire, and poured some oil into it. The oil in the pan started to bubble, which meant it was hot. I was really afraid that the oil would splash on my body and burn me. My heart felt like fifteen buckets of water - seven up and eight down. I didn't care about my fear, I hurriedly put the whisked eggs into the pot, only to hear "sizzle". After a while, the pot was like a big yellow flower blooming. When the eggs in the pan turned into omelette, then use a spatula to cut the omelette into pieces. Finally, I put the tomatoes into the pan, stir fry a few times, put the sugar, salt, soy sauce, chicken essence into the pan, stir fry a few times, in a short while, after smelling the aroma, it can be out of the pan. I I first turn off the fire, and then served on a plate. Look at the red tomatoes and yellow eggs together, let me crave for a bite. "Ah, it's so delicious! Dad, mom come and try my cooking, you must have a big appetite." After eating it, dad, mom praised me, "You're such a good boy who is filial to his elders."
Through this hand cooking, so that I experienced the joy of labor, I secretly decided, but also to learn a few more dishes, but also worthy of mom and dad's praise for me, is not it?