First steamed egg, 500 words.

In other words, steaming eggs is really difficult. Let me talk about my first steamed egg.

Steamed eggs are really delicious to me, because they taste tender and delicious, and they are really good bibimbap when eaten.

So, when I helped my mother wash rice and cook, my mind flashed. Why don't I try steaming an egg? I took out a small bowl, took three eggs, beat the eggs one by one in a small iron bowl, and then took out a pair of chopsticks and stirred them. Because I am afraid of bad mixing, I still keep mixing until all the eggs in a bowl are bulging white bubbles. Then add some salt and a little oil. I was ecstatic in my heart, and my mind began to conceive the scene description when my parents saw my excellent works: I took out my steamed eggs, and my parents looked at my perfect first work in surprise, praising and admiring my first steamed eggs. . .

"Didi ~ Didi ~ Didi ~" The rice was cooked, and I came to the rice cooker as quickly as possible. With a bang, I opened the lid of the rice cooker, and I froze for an instant. . . My white * * * tender and super delicate "little egg brother"? How to be a "grandpa's egg" with holes?

I was disappointed to put this "perfect work" on the table. My parents looked at each other and looked at me as an "egg grandfather", not knowing what to say. So ~ "er ~ this is my steamed egg.

Because this is the first time, maybe. . . There's been a little problem. ""isn't it, isn't it? " Mom said, "well, I think so, yes." I said.

After some diagnosis, I finally found the answer to the "eternal question" why "little brother egg" became "grandpa egg" As the last article said-no water was released. . .

Alas, it's really "if I had known today, why should I have" ~ if I had known this, I would have asked how to cook steamed eggs before I started cooking.

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