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An omelette diary composition 1 One night, a good idea suddenly came into my little head. Guess what good idea came into my little head.

You can't guess, can you? Let me tell you something. My good idea is to fry two eggs for my parents. The reason is: my parents raised me and cooked me countless delicious foods. It's not easy. I want to repay them once and cook two fried eggs for my parents.

I took out two big and heavy eggs from the refrigerator. I turned on the gas stove first, put the pot and poured a little salad oil. The oil was hot, so I turned down the fire and knocked on my ace big egg on the edge of the pot. The egg cracked a crack. I put two fingers next to the crack and broke it hard. Egg yolk and egg white fall like earthworms and stick to the bottom of the pot. When the egg reached the bottom of the pot, the whole body was expanding and kept making a poop-poop sound. Egg whites gradually turned white, surrounded by golden yolk, like many white clouds around the golden sun.

I thought it was almost time to turn the eggs with a shovel, so I brought a shovel. I must shovel the eggs first, and then turn them over when they don't stick to the pan. After turning over, sprinkle a little salt, then press the egg with a shovel, and you can put the egg in the bowl.

Cut to death, because mom and dad were still sleeping, I woke them up. I said, mom and dad have breakfast! Mom and Dad said: OK. They got up and staggered into the bathroom to brush their teeth and wash their faces. After washing, I ate my fried eggs and said in unison, Great! I was very happy and said, I will fry eggs for you later. Mom and Dad said: We are waiting!

Yesterday, the teacher asked us to go back and fry eggs. Now my coke is broken because I have studied for a long time.

As soon as I got home, I ran into the kitchen. It's too easy. I will succeed! Dad is going to watch me blow it up.

I started. I washed the pot first and then lit it. "Tick-tock, bang", the flame came at me. I see blue flames dancing. I turned on the range hood and the smoke curled up in the stove was washed clean. I put the oil in it and the flowers burst immediately. Oil is running around, dare to "click" me. It really hurts. Dad said, "Be careful." I picked up the egg carefully, and with a bang, it broke. I quickly opened the crack in the middle, and with a "ding", the baby eggs jumped into the bowl one by one. I'll stir the eggs. "Ta-da", a crisp voice came to my ears. I put the eggs in the pot, but I often take a step back in a hurry for fear that the oil will jump on me again. Baby eggs look like dancing in skirts. The pot kept banging and the eggs began to bubble. After a while, when the bubbles disappeared, I turned the eggs over with a shovel. A minute later, the eggs are cooked. I put it in a bowl on the table, and a fragrance floated straight into my nose.

I took a bite, ah, it smells good, smells good, smells good! Because I have my own achievements here.

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