When I was a child, my mother often told me the story of "Wolf is coming" with a
sweet voice, and taught me to be honest and not to lie. Many people also said:
"Honesty is the most precious, only honest people are worthy of admiration." But
I think there is a kind of good lie in the world, it can also weave a beautiful
story! If you don't believe it, then listen to me slowly .y 8th year of Mother's Day, in
order to give my mother a special gift, I want to make a tomato scrambled egg
for my mother. I learned how my mother usually looks, put on an apron, brought a
clean bowl and a pair of clean chopsticks, and took out tomatoes and eggs from
the refrigerator. I washed the tomatoes first , then carefully cut the tomatoes into pieces. I gently licked the
eggs on the side of the bowl, then opened the eggs with both hands, and the egg
whites and egg yolks flowed into the bowl. Then put a little salt, chopped green
onion, MSG until it is evenly stirred. Then opened the range hood and gas stove,
a small flame of oil rose, like a graceful girl dancing. I immediately put the
pot on the pot and poured some oil in the pot. In an instant, the oil pan raised
"small smoke."mediately poured the egg juice into the pot, just listening to the
"beep" , the egg yolk and the egg white hug together, and occasional", a
naughty little oil flower suddenly hit my face, I was scared to retreat again
and again, after the oil was small, I slowly approached the pot. Then I poured
the tomato in, and it was a splash of oil. I took a newspaper and used it as a
shield. Who knows, the newspaper will become seven holes and eight holes in a
while, and willingly go down the drain. Even the eggs are not sympathetic. I
feel that something is wrong. I flipped the eggs with a spatula and looked at
them. The golden eggs turned black.I look at it, it��s definitely not enough
time to do it again. It��s only going to be. Mother came home and saw my
masterpiece amazed. I tasted it and even said it was delicious. I was surprised
and happy. The egg was already black on the side. How did the mother say that it
was delicious? When Dad came back from work, my mother hurriedly said to her
father: "Today, Xiao Man is really awkward. She sent me a special gift and made
a tomato scrambled egg. It is incredible. I didn't help her at all..." The
praises fell like rain. Even Dad was stunned, took a sip, and said it was
delicious. He and his mother ate the tomato scrambled eggs in one go. I am
overjoyed, and my feet seem to be stepping on a happy cloud . I thought: The eggs
are all black, so delicious, I am really awesome!ay, when I spoke smugly to the
classmates, the classmates said that the eggs are all black, how can they be
delicious? But this is what Mom and Dad said personally , how can Mom and
Dad lie to me? When I got home, I looked at my father and mother with suspicion:
"Mother and Dad, was the tomato scrambled egg really delicious yesterday?" "Of
course it is delicious!" Mom and Dad answered very cheerfully. ��Really?�� Mom
and Dad guessed that I must know the truth, but it��s not the opposite: ��Even
if it��s hard to eat, our hearts are sweet, because that��s the first time
Xiaoman��s cooking for I understand that Mom and Dad are to encourage me. I have
learned more deeply that the lies of goodwill are beautiful, without any
impureness. It is a good wish of people for things, a dialogue of people's
hearts, a warmth of people's mutual comfort, and people. A kind of tenderness
that comes out of my heart... It makes me ignite the fire of hope, and it can
warm others.
sweet voice, and taught me to be honest and not to lie. Many people also said:
"Honesty is the most precious, only honest people are worthy of admiration." But
I think there is a kind of good lie in the world, it can also weave a beautiful
story! If you don't believe it, then listen to me slowly .y 8th year of Mother's Day, in
order to give my mother a special gift, I want to make a tomato scrambled egg
for my mother. I learned how my mother usually looks, put on an apron, brought a
clean bowl and a pair of clean chopsticks, and took out tomatoes and eggs from
the refrigerator. I washed the tomatoes first , then carefully cut the tomatoes into pieces. I gently licked the
eggs on the side of the bowl, then opened the eggs with both hands, and the egg
whites and egg yolks flowed into the bowl. Then put a little salt, chopped green
onion, MSG until it is evenly stirred. Then opened the range hood and gas stove,
a small flame of oil rose, like a graceful girl dancing. I immediately put the
pot on the pot and poured some oil in the pot. In an instant, the oil pan raised
"small smoke."mediately poured the egg juice into the pot, just listening to the
"beep" , the egg yolk and the egg white hug together, and occasional", a
naughty little oil flower suddenly hit my face, I was scared to retreat again
and again, after the oil was small, I slowly approached the pot. Then I poured
the tomato in, and it was a splash of oil. I took a newspaper and used it as a
shield. Who knows, the newspaper will become seven holes and eight holes in a
while, and willingly go down the drain. Even the eggs are not sympathetic. I
feel that something is wrong. I flipped the eggs with a spatula and looked at
them. The golden eggs turned black.I look at it, it��s definitely not enough
time to do it again. It��s only going to be. Mother came home and saw my
masterpiece amazed. I tasted it and even said it was delicious. I was surprised
and happy. The egg was already black on the side. How did the mother say that it
was delicious? When Dad came back from work, my mother hurriedly said to her
father: "Today, Xiao Man is really awkward. She sent me a special gift and made
a tomato scrambled egg. It is incredible. I didn't help her at all..." The
praises fell like rain. Even Dad was stunned, took a sip, and said it was
delicious. He and his mother ate the tomato scrambled eggs in one go. I am
overjoyed, and my feet seem to be stepping on a happy cloud . I thought: The eggs
are all black, so delicious, I am really awesome!ay, when I spoke smugly to the
classmates, the classmates said that the eggs are all black, how can they be
delicious? But this is what Mom and Dad said personally , how can Mom and
Dad lie to me? When I got home, I looked at my father and mother with suspicion:
"Mother and Dad, was the tomato scrambled egg really delicious yesterday?" "Of
course it is delicious!" Mom and Dad answered very cheerfully. ��Really?�� Mom
and Dad guessed that I must know the truth, but it��s not the opposite: ��Even
if it��s hard to eat, our hearts are sweet, because that��s the first time
Xiaoman��s cooking for I understand that Mom and Dad are to encourage me. I have
learned more deeply that the lies of goodwill are beautiful, without any
impureness. It is a good wish of people for things, a dialogue of people's
hearts, a warmth of people's mutual comfort, and people. A kind of tenderness
that comes out of my heart... It makes me ignite the fire of hope, and it can
warm others.