Childhood is like a huge treasure chest, which contains too many joys and sorrows. In countless stories. There is a story that always shines indelibly, and that is the experience of scrambled eggs.

On Sunday morning, my mother who was doing housework suddenly said to me, "Lin Ruo, how about eating scrambled eggs today?" But this arduous task is up to you! "

Oh, my God, did I hear you right? ! I've eaten a lot of scrambled eggs since I was a child, but make it yourself. I really haven't tried. You embarrassed everyone!

"I can't learn anything the first time!" My mother seems to have guessed my mind and said to me seriously. Then, she pointed to a small bamboo basket and said, "Nuo, fresh eggs depend on what you can pound today." I looked at my mother with wide eyes and patted my chest. I said confidently, "No problem, I promise to finish the task."

I followed my mother's example, tied on my apron, took out my eggs, patted them on the edge of the bowl, and then broke them with both hands. Egg white and yolk flow into the bowl together. Then add a little salt, chopped green onion and monosodium glutamate, and then put the washed pot on the stove. Suddenly a small flame rose, just like a dancing girl. After a while, a wisp of light smoke rose from the oil pan. I immediately poured the egg juice into the pot and only heard' Cha ~ ~ ~'. Egg yolk and egg white stick together tightly, forming a semi-mature omelet, and occasionally bulging milky bubbles. I jumped up and cried: who knows, even eggs are not kind, and a bitter taste hangs over the kitchen. I think something is wrong. I fumbled over the eggs with a spatula. Unfortunately, the golden egg turned into a black ball in my hand, and a burnt smell went straight to my nose, which made people sick.

My mother saw it, and came over to me and said earnestly, "It is impossible to succeed once in anything, and failure is the mother of success!" " "After listening to my mother's words, my confidence doubled. After everything was ready, I started frying eggs for the second time.

With the last lesson, this time, I am not careless at all. I stared at the egg liquid when it was poured into the oil pan. As soon as I saw the crusted eggs around me, I carefully pried them around with a spatula, and then turned them over. A "unique dish" was basically finished. Then, I shoveled the egg into the bowl, handed my mother my hands and said, "I'm sorry.

Looking at Huang Cancan's eggs and listening to her mother's cooing voice, my heart was filled with joy.

The joy of that success still haunts me.

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