A failed cooking experience

With the passage of time, my innocent smiling face in childhood can only become a memory. Looking at the delicious food on the table, an interesting story of my childhood came to mind!

I remember that time, my brother and I went home and found no one at home. Our stomachs are already growling with hunger? Empty city plan? We searched the whole house and found nothing delicious, only a few vegetables lying on the ground. I decided to cook for myself to fill my stomach. What should I do? After several discussions with my brother, I decided to make scrambled eggs with onions! I picked a few eggs, took out a bowl, and tapped the eggs on the edge of the bowl. They were not broken! The egg is still full of belly, and it seems to be very proud to say to me: demo, want to break me off? It's not that easy. ? I beat the eggs hard. Unexpectedly, due to excessive force, the egg spilled over my fingers, and I couldn't help but flinch. I just don't do it. Suddenly, what the teacher said to us echoed in my mind. Efforts are not necessarily successful, and giving up is bound to fail. ? It boosted my confidence again, and I began to smash eggs again? Finally, the eggs flowed into the bowl intact. It's my turn to cut onions. After washing, I cut them open with a knife. This onion is really hard to cut! Cut it, onion? Step back. A few steps, can't cut. There is a limit to this young lady's patience. Don't mess with me, otherwise, hum, you just wait and see! ? I said. I tried my best to hold down the onion, and everything was fierce. Although I cut the onion into pieces, I almost cut it into my hand. I was suddenly surprised, but I comforted myself secretly, so I cut it down one by one. At the same time, the onion also performed its stunt? Spicy eyes, I was in tears when I cut onions. I didn't expect onions to torture people to this extent. I couldn't help running out of the kitchen. To my chagrin, my brother gloated and said, Sister, frying vegetables once makes you so excited! ? I angrily returned to the kitchen? I started cooking. I pour eggs and onions into the pot, and they jump in it? Disco? Some even jumped outside, scaring me to throw all the bowls into the pot, and it took me a lot of effort to get them out? It's time to put the seasoning. I think: sugar tastes better than salt. Wouldn't it be more delicious if sugar was replaced with salt? So, I put spices such as sugar and monosodium glutamate into the pot?

Finally, the onion and scrambled eggs were roasted. I put my work in front of my younger brother, who took a pair of chopsticks and chewed a few pieces. I am waiting for my brother's reply hopefully. Unexpectedly, my brother poured cold water on me and committed suicide. I can't live! I'm thinking about getting a reward from my second aunt, which is great. Stealing the chicken and not eating the rice, losing the wife and folding the soldiers. If this is what my second aunt knows, then I really am? What can you do if you roll on the tip of the knife and fight for your life? Are you sure this time? Dead? Alas, if you eat your own bitter fruit, you will only enjoy the rich consequences slowly. In this way, the first cooking ended in failure. Although I failed, I still have no doubt about what the teacher said. Efforts are not necessarily successful, and giving up is bound to fail. Since we must face it, why not admit it frankly; Since you want to fight for it, why hesitate to retreat. Persistence is half the battle. As long as you work hard, hope is no longer far away!