Childhood fun

"Sister! Hurry up, it's time to cook! The dolls are hungry! " Sister shouted anxiously. "Ok, let's go!" I quickly put down my work to help my sister.

I was only five years old then. My sister and I are playing house. At my age, our favorite game is this.

The food is ready, and we are ready to feed the doll. I suddenly found some chickens staggering towards us. My attention was immediately attracted by these chickens, and I thought: Why don't they practice flying? Dare to be lazy? See how I teach you a lesson! So, I ran over and they ran away. I went east and they went west. I went west and they ran east. There's nothing I can do about them now. As long as I ask my sister for help, we will "attack from left to right" and surround them with our arms, but they are still struggling to get out of this "encirclement". I had a brainwave and said to my sister, "Let's wrap it in clothes so that they won't run away." "What a great idea!" Sister said with a smile. We wrap them in clothes, then take them out one by one, put them in a big shoe box, and then try to help them practice flying. My sister and I let them stand on the high ground first, and then threw them down, but they fell to the ground with a scream. This really worries me. I don't know why, because I saw the eagle teaching the baby eagle how to fly on TV. I didn't know what to do, so I squatted on the ground and looked at these chickens in a daze. After watching it for a while, I found that their wings were too small, only the size of their thumbs. And the eagle's wings are so big, obviously this "flight practice plan" is not suitable for them. So what should we do? "That's right!" I cried with joy. I asked my sister to be my assistant, made several pairs of big wings out of paper, and then' installed' these wings for the chickens with thread. You're done! We let them stand high again, but they seemed afraid of falling and shrank back one by one. "Coward!" I said discontentedly. "Sister, if they don't jump, we'll throw them down!" I found that the chicken with wings' installed' landed slowly and stayed in the air for a long time, so I couldn't help laughing. "They flew! They are flying! " My sister and I caught the chicken, threw it down and shouted. Maybe my parents heard our cry and came to see what was going on, but when they broke in, their faces were all surprised: I was holding a chicken in my hand and my sister was sitting on the ground trying to catch it. At the moment the adults opened the door, the smile on our faces disappeared. Where is the chicken? One by one, like a patient, lying on the ground, with a pair of huge wings that are not commensurate with himself. There are still scraps of paper on the ground. The house is in a mess. When my parents knew what happened, they all laughed their heads off. My sister and I just looked at each other, and our faces were full of incomprehension. ...

Now I'm a junior high school student, but whenever I think back to the funny stories of my childhood, I can't help laughing!

2.

Everyone has a childhood, and childhood is carefree, just like a wave doll playing all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like a clear spring in a mountain stream. And childhood anecdotes are like all kinds of seashells by the sea, which are accompanied by colorful brilliance and countless. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is also my most unforgettable childhood anecdote.

I remember when I was 6 years old, I saw the smell of scrambled eggs with tomatoes made by my mother, which made my fathers who were reading upstairs go downstairs to have a big meal with the smell and wanted to be a little chef like my mother. Mom saw my idea early and readily agreed!

The first dish I cooked that day was "scrambled eggs with tomatoes". I cut the tomatoes with a kitchen knife first. Those guys were so heavy that I managed to lift them all (of course, I was only five years old then). My mother taught me how to hold a knife, and I learned it several times. I started to cut, and I carefully put the knife among the tomatoes. I was a little scared at first, because I was very young then. If it were now, I would have finished cutting it. My mother saw that I was a little hesitant and encouraged me: "Don't be afraid, just do what I just said, buddy, what are you afraid of?" I listened to my mother's words, got up the courage, smashed everything, and cut the tender tomato in half with a kitchen knife. "I made it! Mom, I succeeded! " After I cut it once, I was not afraid of it the second time. As I just did, I cut the tomato in half with a knife and then turned it into four pieces. Although the cut is uneven, it is very good. I happily put the tomatoes in the bowl. Then I fry eggs. I put eggs in a bowl, and I put raw eggs in a pot like my mother, and I fry them. Eggs toss and turn in the pot, as if they can't sleep at night and toss and turn in bed. Fry for a while, I'm afraid it's overcooked. When I cook it with tomatoes in the future, the eggs will taste like bananas and are not delicious. In a short time, the eggs are ready. It's time to blow it up together. I'll put some water in first. Then put the tomatoes in and cook for a while. When they are almost ripe, put the eggs down, cover them and cook for a while. This is freshly baked. After taking a bite, my mother said to me, "My son is great. Scrambled eggs with tomatoes are delicious! Just a few eggs, not enough for my father and me, hehe! " After listening to my mother's words, I was both happy and puzzled: what's the point of eating so much? Is my cooking so delicious? I'll try. I took a bite myself. It's really great. "I'll cook it for you next time." I'm happy to say.

In this way, when I was in front of the little chef, I was thinking about the answer to a question, how can I make my food better? Finally, one day, I woke up from my dream, and I thought: If I add some seasoning, it might taste better. Looking at the seasoning rack, he said to himself, "With it, the food will be delicious. It's delicious without seasoning. It's delicious to put more seasoning! " After reaching this conclusion, I jumped around happily, looking forward to coming to my mother early tomorrow to see how great her son is! But I can't let my mother know the secret. If my mother knew, her cooking would be as delicious as mine.

The next day I crept into the kitchen to prepare another tomato, which was super delicious! I'm going to wash the tomatoes first, cut them, put the seasoning on them, and then show my "cooking tips". I'll look around in case my mother sees me. I was ecstatic after confirming that everything was all right. I immediately took out every seasoning bottle on the seasoning rack and sprinkled it into the pot. Salt at most. I scooped seven or eight spoons with a small spoon and put them in the pot. Finally, I stirred my chopsticks a few times before I cleaned the kitchen satisfactorily. Put the dish on a plate, hand it to your mother, and wait patiently for her praise. The more I think about it, the happier I am.

My mother's eyes lit up when she saw my cooking. She picked up chopsticks and ate a piece of tomato. She is too salty. She just wants to drink water. She asked me strangely, "son, how did you cook today?" Why is it so salty and a little sweet? Didn't it taste delicious a few days ago? " After listening to my mother, I panicked. How did this happen? Wouldn't it be better to put more salt? I also picked up chopsticks and ate an egg. Wow, it's too salty, and it's really a little sweet! It's terrible. My tongue is numb. It turns out that salty dishes don't taste better. I regreted ...

Now, whenever I see scrambled eggs with tomatoes, my face always turns red involuntarily. Through cooking, I gradually figured out a truth: no matter what you do, you must have a "degree". Too much or too little is not good. Only when it's just right can you do things well.

Yes! Childhood is like a string of beautiful pearls in your palm, each of which will make you laugh!