Grandma s unique essay 400 words

My dad's special skill is stir-frying, and his fried rice is very delicious.

Last summer, I went back to my hometown to live as a child. One day, my grandfather was going to work in the fields, and out of curiosity, I insisted that my grandfather take me to the field to play, and my grandfather agreed.

On the way to the field, I passed a dilapidated house. My grandfather told me that there lived an old woman and a little girl, the old woman was not a local, but a Miao ethnic group, and her wife was a soldier who died honorably in a battle during the Anti-Japanese War. This little girl was picked up by the grandmother.

Later, the grandmother settled here, she relied on her usual frugality, saved the subsidy given to her, and raised this little girl for her to go to school. Now the little girl has grown up and is studying at a well-known university in the provincial capital.

The little girl was admitted to university, but she was unwilling to leave her grandmother to study in a distant provincial town. Because she knew that the old grandmother was old, alone and lonely, and there was no one to take care of her. But the old grandmother insisted that the little girl go to school.

The old lady told her a lot of truths, and the villagers also heard the news and rushed to persuade the little girl to go to school, saying that you went to study, and the village returned us, and finally the little girl agreed to the old woman's request.

The grandmother is old and has no ability to work. The people in the village took the initiative to help and take care of her, gave some pocket money to those who had money, helped the grandmother to work, chatted with the grandmother when they had spare time, and didn't even have to worry about cooking. The little girl also took the time to come back to visit her often, and the old grandmother said happily

You are not my relatives more than my relatives," ,...

Today my uncle is coming back, I help my grandmother pick garlic at night, garlic is difficult to pick, grandma taught me a small door, take a knife and shoot it to pick up. I also helped my grandma wash the eggplant and it was hot in the kitchen, not as cool as in the house. Grandma is working so hard, I have to help her.

My grandparents' house is being renovated and I have to clean it every day. This morning, my grandfather was sweeping the floor, and I went to join in the fun.

I took a broom and swept and swept out of the hills. But the dust was all drifting up. When I returned to the living room, my grandfather was holding a basin in his hand, which was the basin just now, and the basin was filled with water, and the grandfather put his hand into the basin, and then threw the water on his hand to the ground, and grandpa said that this would prevent the dust from drifting.

Now the floor is swept up and not ashes.

The ground is no longer ashy, the mud and sand are swept away, and I have become a little adult, doing good things for my grandfather, not causing trouble for them.

My grandmother is very capable, pumpkin pie, mugwort, brown seeds. She'll do it all. But her best skill, of course, is making egg cakes.

Grandma is going to work! I saw that she first poured water and flour into a large bowl, took out chopsticks, and stirred them well to turn into a batter. Then I took out an egg, knocked it a little the edge of the bowl, the egg was broken, put the egg in the batter, stirred well with chopsticks, cut the green onion into fine pieces, put it in the batter, sprinkled with more than a spoonful of salt, and still stirred well.

Heat the pot again, pour vegetable oil, spoon the batter into the pot with a large spoon, and turn the pan back and forth from side to side to spread evenly and wait for the bottom to mature. After a while, the bottom was almost cooked, and the grandmother held the handle of the pot and threw the half-ripe cake into the air, and the cake flew up and landed in the pot, turning over, which was really strange! After a while, the batter on both sides is cooked, and it is ready to cook, and finally, Grandma turns off the heat, coats a layer of tomato sauce, and is done.

The combination of yellow cakes, golden eggs, green onions, and red tomato sauce makes people salivate when they see it.

I also wanted to learn from my grandmother to make egg cakes, but when the first side of the cake was cooked, I wouldn't turn it over, so I hesitated, causing the first side to burn.

You see, this is my grandmother's specialty of making omelets, and you must be eager to try the delicious omelets!