周末的早上,妈妈烙起了鸡蛋薄饼。我也想露一手,就把妈妈“赶”出厨房,学着她的样儿拌好面糊,一下子倒进了平底锅。可面糊一点儿也不像在妈妈手里那么乖,我让它向东走,它非要向西跑;我让它散开,它非要往里聚拢。好不容易搞定了它,火又小了。我赶紧开大火,立马闻到了一股糊味。得!还是把妈妈请回来吧。 On weekends, mom baked egg pancake. I also want to reveal one hand, put Mom “catch ” out of the kitchen, learn her kind of mix batter, all of a sudden into the pan. The batter is not as good as the one in my mother’s hand. I let it go east. It’s going to run west; I let it go away. It’s going to get together. Finally got it, the fire is small. I quickly opened the fire, immediately smelled a paste smell. Come! Or please come back to my mother.