I remember cooking for the first time in my life very clearly, because I was very young at that time. In the third grade of primary school, my nanny let me run away and refused to come back. He said that it was too difficult to bring the child. His parents were double employees and his grandparents were on duty. In those days, the employees had to have meetings every day, and his parents always couldn’t get off work on time. My brother and I swam through the streets every day after school, Kill time and endure hunger. Later, my parents were worried and gave me and my brother a key. I always lost it and couldn’t get into the house. At that time, I was like a tramp. Even when I came home, it was cold. Although I didn’t have to wander, I still had to endure hunger until my parents came home. I tried to fiddle with the coal fire in the kitchen and cook by myself. I was really hungry. My brother sat at the door looking forward to my parents coming off work, and I rummaged around looking for something to eat, but there was almost nothing in the kitchen except a few eggs. When I thought of knocking the first egg, I was clumsy, At the edge of the bowl, he imitated his mother’s appearance. After knocking down, the whole egg rotted, because he was afraid that it would not open, which made his strength too strong. The eggshells were broken in the bowl, and the egg yolk and egg white flowed all over the floor. After cleaning up the mess, he continued to knock eggs, which was finally done, but it would not break up. He took chopsticks and walked around the bowl. He was tired after two times. The stove was very busy, and there was no oil in the pot. He poured in eggs directly, stuck a pot of eggs, and had better fry them without salt. So he made do with his brother. When his parents came home, his brother ran to his mother and said, My mother said she would teach me how to fry tomorrow. She said she would work shifts the next day. She taught me how to fry tomatoes and eggs at noon, so she learned the first dish in life, tomatoes and eggs. But before long, my brother was tired of eating and refused to eat any more.
Appropriate amount of green onion
Appropriate amount of ketchup
Proper amount of salt