Cooking fried rice with eggs for the first time

Today, I was hungry as soon as I got home. I immediately ran to the kitchen and saw that there were only some leftovers in the rice cooker and only three eggs at home. I decided to make myself a bowl of fried rice with eggs.

I found onions from home and cut them into small pieces with a kitchen knife. As a result, they were cut into many "four unlike". I beat three eggs into a bowl, stirred them evenly with chopsticks and put them aside. I poured some oil into the pot, and then when the oil in the pot is cooked, I poured the chopped green onion in. Suddenly, the pot crackled. I quickly turned down the fire and hid it to one side until it stopped. Then pour the freshly beaten eggs into the pot. I keep stirring them with a shovel until they are cooked, and then add the rice.

Suddenly, I found myself in the kitchen, and there was smoke curling up everywhere, which scared me out of my wits. It turns out that I forgot to turn on the range hood when I scrambled eggs and rice, and more and more smoke came out of the pot, so the matching room would become like this. "Hey? Where is the smell of paste? " I asked myself. It was too late when I found it, and the fried rice with eggs cooked so hard in the pot was half burnt. I comforted myself and said, "It's ok! Not bad! There is still half, you should not be hungry. "

I poured the fried rice with eggs in the pan into a bowl and ate it with relish. I think it's really hard for my mother to cook. I will study hard in the future and repay my mother's parenting!

There are many firsts in life, such as riding a bike for the first time, swimming for the first time and cooking for the first time. Every first time may fail, but it is these first times that have witnessed our growth.

When I got up, I found no one at home, only a note left by my mother. It turns out that she has something to do today and asked me to cook by myself. I secretly like watching TV, but trouble followed, and my stomach began to sing "Empty City". I drank a glass of milk and ate some biscuits, which was breakfast.

I sat alone on the sofa, dancing and watching TV. I forgot the time and didn't take my mother's instructions seriously. As time went by, hunger dragged me into the kitchen. I'm very upset and don't know what to do. Seeing the eggs on the side, I decided to cook fried rice with eggs.

I remembered my mother's previous steps of cooking fried rice with eggs. I poured some oil first, and the oil was like a little person dancing in the pot. Then I pour the leftovers into the pot and fry them. Then I beat the eggs and put them in the rice. Unexpectedly, because of my immature technology and uneven distribution of eggs, the rice in the pot turned half yellow and half white.

I am helpless, but in order to fill my stomach, I will make do with it. Finally, I sprinkled some onions on it. By the way, I forgot to put salt, so I took a little and sprinkled it on it. My homemade fried rice with eggs is out of the pot.

I ate it happily, and it tasted good, but it looked a little bad. This is my first time to experience fried rice with eggs. Although not so successful, success comes from constant trying, and this kind of trying has also taught me a new skill.