I first washed the tomatoes and put them on the chopping board. Holding a knife in my right hand and pressing the tomato with my left hand, I carefully cut it into cubes. Then I took the eggs out of the refrigerator, took a bowl out of the cupboard, knocked the two eggs against the side of the bowl, and then broke them with both hands, and the whites and yolks flowed into the bowl together. Then I used chopsticks to whisk the eggs together 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 afraid that the oil would splash on my body and burn me. My heart felt like 15 buckets of water - it was all over the place. I didn't care about my fear, I hurriedly put the whisked eggs into the pan and heard a "sizzle". After a while, a big yellow flower bloomed in the pot. When the eggs in the pan turned into an omelet, I used a spatula to cut the omelet into pieces. Finally, I put the tomatoes into the pan, stir-fry a few times, the sugar, salt, soy sauce, chicken essence into the pan, stir-fry a few times, a short while, smell the aroma can be out of the pan. I first turn off the fire, and then served on a plate. Look at the red tomatoes and yellow eggs together, so I can not help but eat a bite. "Ah, it's delicious! Dad, Mom, come and try my cooking, you'll have a good time." After eating it, my father and mother praised me, "You are 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?