Look at the picture and speak. Scrambled black eggs in grade one.

My parents are very busy at work every day, and no one cooks for me.

One night, I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to learn to fry eggs. Because you are very busy at work, I want to learn to cook some simple meals." Mom said, "All right!"

I first poured a little oil into the pot, then picked up an egg and cracked the skin. Egg yolk and egg white "snapped" into the pot, only to hear a "crackling". The egg danced in the pot, and soon one side of the egg turned yellow. I turned the egg upside down and fried the other side. "Oh, no, let me fry the eggs." My mother smelled the paste and ran to touch my head. She said kindly to me, "It doesn't matter. Turn down the fire next time. Look carefully at both sides of the eggs in the pot and turn off the fire quickly. "

A few days later, I cooked fried eggs again. This time I watched the fire carefully for fear of frying the eggs again. While frying eggs, I said to myself, "Stop frying, stop frying!" " "In this way, I fried eggs. Both sides of the egg are golden yellow. I quickly put the eggs on the plate and served them to my mother. Father smelled the smell of fried eggs and ran over to eat them in three bites. Mom and brother also shouted, "We also want to eat your fried eggs. "

Now, my skill in frying eggs is high. The fried eggs are not only beautiful in color, but also crispy and delicious. If you have a chance, please come to my house and I'll fry eggs for you.