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First diary fried rice noodles

Stir-fried powder is my favorite, but I never stir-fried powder since I was a child. I only eat it. My mother-in-law always cooks for me or eats in restaurants outside. Today, under my repeated entreaties, my mother-in-law finally agreed to teach me how to stir-fry powder.

I came to the kitchen and couldn't wait to turn on the gas Flames of red, orange, cyan, blue and four colors are burning around the pot. When the pot was hot, all the powder fell off, but when I started frying with a spatula, I found that the surface of the powder below was burnt and stuck to the pot. Oh, no! I forgot to put the oil in the pot. I quickly picked up the oil bottle and poured it in. As a result, I confiscated it and poured too much oil. Forget it, it's too much! I thought about it and started to stir-fry powder. I thought of the chef's action on TV, picked up the pot and stirred it, so I learned to do the same. As a result, I only fried it a few times, and one-seventh of the powder was spilled outside.

Summing up the lesson just now, I started cooking seriously. After a while, I put in a series of spices, such as salt, soy sauce, sugar and so on. I also learned the appearance of snacks outside and put a little sand tea sauce. After a while, I thought, ok! I picked up one and tasted it. Why so weak? I didn't give enough seasoning, so I tasted another one. It smells so heavy! After thinking about it, it turned out that the seasoning was not mixed well and there was no way. Keep bombing! Finally ripe.

I tasted it, and it tasted good, and it was quite fulfilling. Although the expression of the whole family eating is not so natural, they still performed me, which made me feel that hard work should have the taste of harvest!