Fried egg fourth grade composition

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Omelet composition 1 Every time I see a delicious egg, my mouth will water down three thousands of feet. How are the fried eggs fried? I'm going to ask my mother, a "senior chef"!

Like a waiter in a five-star hotel, I spread my feet in a figure of eight, walked gently and said to my mother with a smile, "Hey, mom, are you a' senior chef'?" "Yes! Why, what tricks do you want to play? " Mom usually talks like this. "Teach me how to fry eggs, will you?" "good!" Mother "from cloudy to sunny"

My mother took me into the kitchen and said, "You take an egg first!" " "I nodded and said," oh! After the eggs were served, mother said, "You hit an egg by the pot and I'll shoot!" " "Ah," I shouted, "what's the matter?" Mom looked up and saw me laughing. It turned out that I beat the eggs too hard, and the egg white drenched me. I quickly wiped my body and went on working. "well! Finally, the key is to fry eggs! " Mother cleared her throat and said loudly. Just listening to the sound of "bang", "da" and "crack", I think of several little red dot. "Too much" and "too little" mother shouted. Hey! There is either too much oil or too little. After my mother's repeated corrections, I finally fried an egg. Give it a try, huh! Not bad!

I thought: if frying eggs is so difficult, isn't it more difficult to learn to do other housework? And my mother has to do it day after day, so I can finally appreciate my mother's hard work!

I went to the mountains to play all day yesterday. I was very tired and went to bed early at night. I woke up after five o'clock today, and I got up when I was lying in bed and couldn't sleep. Mom and dad are still sleeping, and I feel very hungry, so I plan to fry an egg.

Although I didn't fry eggs, I have seen my mother cook eggs. I learned it from my mother. She first took two eggs, broke the eggshell and poured it into a bowl. Then I poured a little salt, stirred it with chopsticks, added some salt to feel it was not salty, and added some salt to stir it to my satisfaction. I pour the egg mixture into the electric baking pan and watch TV. After a few minutes, the eggs are fried. I shoveled the eggs into the plate with a shovel and took a bite: "Oh, it's too salty!" " "

Mom got up and saw my fried eggs. She said in surprise, "Hey, son, can you cook fried eggs?" Let me have a taste. "I smiled shyly and said," Mom, it's a little salty. "Mom took a bite and spit it out:" Bah! Bah! Bah! Is this a little salty? It's simply too salty! "After a while, my sister got up and took a sip and said loudly," Did you put all the salt in the Dead Sea? " I secretly laughed while covering my mouth. Finally, mother threw the egg out.

Although I failed this time, I learned a lesson from it and hope to do better next time.

Fried eggs in the morning, I told my father that I wanted to learn to fry eggs, and my father readily agreed.

Dad said to put just the right oil in the fried eggs, and then put the eggs when the oil is hot. I poured oil on the fire and the oil suddenly spilled out. I hurried back, and the oil spilled even more, like a yellow fountain. Finally, the "yellow fountain" became a "yellow volcanic eruption". Oil is everywhere on the sprayed ground. Dad saw it and quickly handled the scene. But there is not much oil left in the pot. Dad said why there is water in the pot, so we should reheat the oil. The second time, the hot oil was very smooth and the oil did not overflow. When the oil is hot, it's time to beat eggs. Because when I eat boiled eggs, I peel off both sides of the eggs first, and I think I have to knock on both sides of the eggs when frying them. Dad said; "You can't do this, you have to smash the middle of the egg." I cracked the egg in the middle, and then smashed it against the pot. Bang, both the egg white and yolk fell into the pot. Dad said again; "Eggs are easy to stick to the pot and have to be shoveled. Fry this side of the egg for a while and then turn it over. " I did it several times as my father said, and when I saw that the eggs were almost fried, I took out a plate, put the fried eggs on the plate and sprinkled a layer of salt on it. I have tasted it. Although a little salty, I think it's delicious.

I'm glad I learned to fry eggs.

I got up early today because my parents are at home and I want to make breakfast for them. So I announced that I would make breakfast today. Mother said, "What can you do? I said, "Fried eggs for you! "Mom said," Well, let's start with fried eggs! "I am very happy, because I have long wanted to learn to cook!

I went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator and take out the eggs. I lit the fire first and poured a little oil into the pot. These programs are usually stolen from my mother's back, and they are finally used today. The oil was hot, so I picked up an egg and knocked it on the stove, but it was too hard and the egg rotted all over the stove. My mother quickly took out a rag to clean it and let me tap on the edge of the pot. I changed an egg and knocked a gap on the edge of the pot. Then I broke it from the gap with my two thumbs, and the egg went into the pot. Oh, dear! Oh, my God! It burned me to death! As soon as the egg was put into the pot, the oil spilled out and splashed on the back of my hand. It is really hot! Strange? I've never seen my mother burn before. Mother said, "put your hand down, knock in the eggs, and then leave quickly." . "Oh, I see. I took out another egg and knocked it into the pot like my mother said, but this time I didn't burn my hand again! After the egg is shaped, I turn it over and fry it again, and then put it on a plate.

Finally, I fried an egg and gave it to my parents. Mom and Dad said, "Great! It seems that we are going to be laid off! "

Fried eggs on Saturday morning, I woke up and smelled a smell coming from the kitchen. I dressed quickly and ran into the kitchen. It turned out that dad was frying eggs! I excitedly said to my father, "Dad, I want fried eggs, too. Let me try? " I didn't expect my father to agree. I jumped three feet for joy!

When I started frying eggs, I followed my father's example. I first poured some oil into the pot, then picked up an egg and patted it on the edge of the plate. The shell immediately cracked a hole. I locked the crack with my thumb and broke it hard. The eggshell split in half, and the glittering and translucent egg just flowed into the pot.

When the egg touched the oil, it suddenly made a "squeaking" sound, and the egg white immediately expanded and turned white, as if putting a lovely fluffy skirt on the yolk. In order to make the egg mature faster, I picked up a shovel and crushed the yolk, only to see the yolk slowly spread around and merge with the egg white. Then I scooped up the egg bit by bit with a shovel, and then suddenly turned it over. The egg turned over like a naughty child and returned to the pot firmly.

When the eggs are ripe, I quickly turn off the fire, shovel them on the plate, sprinkle some salt and pepper, and the delicious fried eggs are ready. I can't wait for my father to taste it first. Father took a sip, gave a thumbs-up and said, "Well, it's delicious. We Zhou Xiao are really talented chefs! " After listening to dad's words, I smiled happily.

Fried eggs I like fried eggs best. I can't help drooling at the thought of its fragrance. Today, I want to show you something, and let you try my fried eggs.

First, I took out an egg and knocked it on the edge of the bowl. At first, I didn't dare to knock hard, for fear that the egg would suddenly break at the edge of the bowl and could not be broken for a long time. Dad told me, "You have to knock hard before the egg will break." I listened to my father and knocked hard, yeah! There is a big hole in the egg column. I quickly broke the eggshell in half, poured the egg into the bowl, added a little salt and stirred it evenly with chopsticks. Start frying eggs. First, turn on the gas stove. Dad said, "Boil the water in the pot before you put the oil, or the heated oil will explode when it meets water." After a while, I felt almost the same, so I poured half a spoonful of oil into it. I heard a bang and oil splashed on my face and hands. I quickly hid aside. It turns out that there are still a few drops of water on the edge of the pot that haven't boiled dry and slipped into the oil. Dad quickly turned down the fire to comfort me. When the oil stopped exploding, I carefully poured the eggs in. After a while, the eggs turned into big bubbles, and I turned them over. After a while, the golden and delicious eggs were fried. I shoveled them into the bowl and served them on the table.

I have tasted it for my parents, grandparents. They all said that my fried eggs were delicious and praised me as a capable little chef. Don't mention how beautiful it is in my heart!

Do you know who is my chef today? You can't guess. It's my mother? No, no, no ... My dad? No ... I'm telling you, that's me. Yes, it's me. Yes, I cook fried eggs today.

As soon as I got home from school, I opened the refrigerator and took out some eggs. Then I went to the kitchen to put the pot on the gas stove, turned on the gas stove, and the blue flame licked the bottom of the pot, and the water in the pot disappeared at once. I slowly poured some oil into the pot. When the oil started to steam, I picked up the egg and knocked it on the side of the pot. Then I knocked it carefully and poured it into the pot. Bang, some naughty little oil flowers jumped on the stove and some splashed into the bowl. Suddenly, the back of my hand hurts. I looked down and a small oil flower fell on my hand. But I didn't care so much, and immediately stared at the eggs in the pot. My mother has been saying, "Quick, quick, quick, the egg can be turned over, or it will be burnt ..." I don't think it is difficult to see my mother turn the egg over easily. Unexpectedly, the actual operation is not so simple. I tried several times and finally turned the egg over with my mother's help. After a few minutes, both sides of the eggs were fried into golden brown, so I put the eggs in a bowl and a bowl of fried eggs was ready.

I can't wait to try some. Although it is not as delicious as my mother's fried eggs, I believe that as long as I keep trying in the future, I will fry more delicious eggs.

It is usually my grandmother who cooks for me. Today, I found grandma is very skilled in frying eggs. The fried eggs are not only beautiful in color but also delicious. I think it's so simple that I want to fry it myself.

I took out two eggs from the refrigerator, a bowl from the kitchen, knocked the eggs on the edge of the bowl several times to make a crack, and then opened the eggs with both hands. Huang Chengcheng's yolk and transparent protein flowed out of the eggshell. I turned on the gas and began to put oil in the pot. The pot is hot. Suddenly, the oil in it flew to me. I was scared and shouted, "Grandma, come quickly!" " "

Grandma hurried to turn off the gas stove and said, "Silly child, you can't put oil until the water in the pot is dry." I scrubbed the pot again, and then poured some oil when the water in the pot was dry. This time, the pot was quiet. Then grandma took my hand and put the eggs in the oil pan. The pot crackled and the eggs began to bubble! After a while, grandma grabbed my hand and picked up a shovel to turn the eggs over, and a smell came to the nose. After a while, grandma put the eggs on the plate. I brought fried eggs to the table and couldn't help tasting one. It tastes great!

I learned to fry eggs, and at the same time I learned that some things look easy and are difficult to do. I will try more things in my life in the future!

Fried eggs on Saturday morning, I got up early, because my mother and I made an appointment for breakfast last night to eat my fried eggs. I'm excited and a little worried. I've never tried it. I'm really afraid I can fry eggs.

Under the guidance of my mother, I first turned the fire to a minimum, poured a little oil into the pot, and then beat the eggs into the pot when the oil became hot and began to smoke. I only heard the sound of "Z", and the oil spilled from the yolk "ran" into my hand. Suddenly I felt burning pain, like being bitten by a small ant, but I soon recovered. My mother told me not to put the eggs too close to the pot, but to move quickly, or I would be "in a mess" like just now.

After what happened just now, I became very cautious, looking at the white egg white around the yolk, just like white clouds covering the sun on a cloudy day. Just when I was daydreaming, a scratching noise made me panic. I immediately turned the egg over with a shovel, and soon both sides of the egg were fried into golden brown. The fried eggs were served on the table, and my mother tasted them and praised my cooking for its delicious taste. My heart is sweeter than honey. I am so happy!

I know now: as long as you are willing to work hard, think hard and sum up your experience and lessons seriously, you will succeed in whatever you do!

Fried Egg Composition for Grade 4 10 Today, Teacher Ding gave us a very interesting assignment-frying an egg and writing a composition. Tonight, my mother and my grandfather are teaching me how to do it.

I brought a pot, four eggs and a cup of oil, and I started cooking. Grandpa said: "fire first, then put the pot." It's the first time to use gas, and I'm a little nervous. And I just saw the fire a few days ago, and I'm afraid it might catch fire if I don't use it well. I'm even more nervous when I think about it. I turned it without even pressing the switch, and there was no response at all. Grandpa quickly said to me, "Press it first and then turn it. Look …" I followed my grandfather's example and the fire was really angry. Then I put the pot on the fire, and I asked anxiously, "Will it be all right?" "No." Mom and grandpa said in unison. I'm relieved. "Then beat the egg whites and egg yolks in a small bowl and pour them into the pot." Grandpa said. "No, just pour it into the pot," mom said. The two masters began to argue. My mother said to me again, "Try it in my way first." I will use my mother's method. But I was so nervous that as soon as I let go, the eggshell fell into the pot, and the egg white and yolk fell off the pot table. Mother said, "First, failure." I'm a little angry. I did it again, still in my mother's way, and it went well. Open the fire first, then put the pot, pour a little oil, and finally knock a small hole in the egg. After eating a steak, the egg white and yolk are in the pot, and in a short time, an fried egg is ready.

Mom and dad are scrambling to eat, and everyone says it smells good. I am very happy after listening to it.

On Saturday, my parents were busy working overtime. At five o'clock in the afternoon, my mother was so tired that she sat on the sofa as soon as she came in. At this time, I really want to help my mother do something. I asked my mother, "What are you going to eat this afternoon?" Mother said, "I'll take a break and make it for you." "No need." I said, "I'll cook eggs for us with steamed bread today, ok?" "Ok, you operate, and I will talk about the process." Mom said.

I'll beat two eggs in a bowl first. Don't underestimate the simplicity of breaking eggs. You must have certain skills. First you gently touch them, they won't open, and then you heavily touch them. All the fish fell into the bowl at the same time. What a close call! Then I turned on the gas stove and poured a proper amount of cooking oil into the pot. When the oil turned red (I saw smoke coming out of the pot), I quickly poured the eggs into the pot from top to bottom, and then I kept digging with a shovel. As a result, I made a mess of the eggs. At this time, I asked my mother to do it and quit. Mother said, "Work hard, don't be discouraged, and keep doing it." I got up the courage to do it again. This time I was very happy and finally made a complete fried egg.

I put the eggs in the incense burner into my mother's hand, and her mother was very happy. I am so happy to eat the eggs in my delicious bowl. My mother said: No matter what I do in the future, I must be brave, careful and patient to succeed.

On this day, I was alone at home, bored and wanted to cook by myself.

I opened the refrigerator, took out two eggs, stirred them evenly, and prepared to bake them in the oven. Another thought: no, no salt! How tasteless! So I brought salt and spiced powder and sprinkled some each. All right, you can bake it!

Turn on the oven, adjust the temperature and time, and go! I have been waiting happily. A few minutes later, "Ding-"was cooked! I couldn't wait to open the oven and looked dumbfounded: I didn't expect eggs to be liquid! "I can't believe I can't cook you!" I said angrily. So I baked it again. After a while, I opened it and it was not ripe!

I am so angry! I can't help but take your little egg? I, I ... I blew you up! Hum!

I'll light the fire carefully first, pour the oil after the pan is hot, pour the beaten egg liquid in, and turn it over later. All right!

Unexpectedly, I just took a bite and frowned: it's too salty! Too much salt! In my mother's words, I killed the salt seller, and I finally swallowed the egg. No way! I won't give up easily! Anke! This time, I learned a lesson, put less salt, and tasted it again: well, it's much more delicious!

Eating delicious, hot fried eggs, my heart is full of joy, but this is my own egg! How delicious!

Fried eggs 13 Today, my mother will teach me how to cook fried eggs. I am very happy.

The fried eggs I want to cook are not ordinary eggs. It's yellow wax fried eggs. First, my mother brought me an egg and handed it to me. I touched the egg on the edge of the bowl and it cracked. Egg whites and yolk rushed out, just like a race. I took out a pair of chopsticks and quickly mixed the egg white and yolk together. Then my mother took out a shiny brown thing, and my mother said it was yellow wax. I picked up the knife and carefully cut the yellow wax. My mother said a little is enough. After slicing, I was about to start cooking. I'm very nervous. After I started the fire, my mother said I would turn it into a small fire. I picked up a big spoon, put yellow wax in it and put the spoon on the fire. When the yellow wax melts slowly and gives off a little smoke, I can put the eggs in. This bowl of delicious eggs is ready. Yellow wax eggs are not only delicious, but also especially nutritious. Mom says it can also prevent colds.

It turns out that cooking is so fun.