Dad killed the chickens alive is not an essay on an incident that happened to me in my life

There are so many interesting facts about my family! I'll share one of the most interesting things.

My first fried rice was during the summer vacation of third grade, and I still remember it vividly. At noon, my "lunch bell" - my stomach rang. There was no one at home, so I was thinking:

What should I do? Suddenly, I saw an egg in the fridge. Right!

That's it, I'm going to make egg fried rice tonight! So, I put on my apron and lay an egg first. I followed my grandmother's example, knocked the egg lightly on the edge of the cupboard, and then broke it with both hands.

I saw a round egg yolk lying in the bowl, how cute! Then I put a little salt in the bowl and stirred the egg mixture with chopsticks. What else is missing?

By the way, I like to eat ham sausage the most, and this one is indispensable. I quickly got the ham sausage from the fridge, cut it into small pieces of diced meat, and put it in a small bowl. Well, the preparations are done.

Officially enter the egg fried rice program. I put a wok on the stove, twisted the **, and when the pot was hot, I poured in the oil, only to hear the sound of "bang", and there were many small bubbles in the pot. After the oil started to smoke, I carefully poured in the stirred egg mixture, for fear that the oil would "jump" on me.

I hurriedly scrambled the fried eggs into egg drop, I used a spatula, and the egg cake became two large pieces, but it couldn't be turned into egg drop. Seeing that the eggs were getting older and older, I was in a hurry, turned the spatula over, and poked it around, and the egg cake finally turned into egg flowers. I poured in the boiled white rice and stir-fried it with the ham sausage.

It's amazing, the rice that was sticking together obediently spread out under my stir-frying, and it was evenly combined with egg flowers and ham sausages, and the more it was fried, the softer it became, and the more it was fried, the more fluffy it became. A burst of fragrance came to my nose. At this time, I added a little chicken essence, monosodium glutamate and a small amount of salt, and kept stir-frying.

I felt like a chef with a big spatula in my hand. I poured the egg fried rice into a bowl and served it to the table. I took off my apron, and I quickly took out my spoon, ready to launch a final attack on the egg fried rice I had made myself.

Oops, I can't spoon it anymore. I saw that the egg fried rice on the plate was very brightly colored: there was the white of the rice, the yellow of the eggs, and the pink of the ham sausage, which looked very beautiful.

It's so beautiful and fragrant. I couldn't help myself. So, I gobbled it up and started eating.

Although it is not as delicious as my grandmother's cooking, I made it myself, and I think it is very meaningful and no worse than my grandmother's cooking.

There are many things that have happened to me in my life, and there is one thing that I will never forget.

I remember when I was in the third grade of elementary school, and after we got out of class, I went downstairs to the toilet to urinate. The stairs were very crowded, and when I was going downstairs, I accidentally tripped over one of the stairs in the stairway and fell heavily on the stairs. At that time, the students were in a hurry to go downstairs, and they couldn't see me at all, and they rushed down so fast that they could trample on me at any moment.

I was so scared that I wanted to tell them, but I couldn't. At this time, a big brother in the senior class saw me, and he rushed to the front, stopped the classmates, they were very angry, and some of them even beat him, but he did not move to protect me, and when I got up, he let the classmates pass.

I was about to thank him, but he was gone. But I am very grateful to him, and I was deeply touched by his spirit of self-sacrifice without fear of difficulties.

I secretly made up my mind that I would learn from him and be a helpful and virtuous student.

One Sunday morning, the sun was shining, and it was a good day for my family to go on a trip. I scrambled my bag, grabbed my luggage, and got into my dad's car. Along the way, the green trees and red flowers on the side of the road seemed to beckon to me, and in the fresh air, I was refreshed; The clouds in the sky are like asking the ever-changing Monkey King, who will become cotton candy for a while, and a little sheep for a while