I gave my mother a 400-word breakfast composition.

On Mother's Day, after 5 o'clock in the morning, I began to secretly carry out my plan-to make a loving breakfast for my mother. The following is "I use 400 words to make breakfast composition for my mother", which I compiled for you, for reference only, and you are welcome to read it.

I carefully took the materials out of the refrigerator, poured some water into the pot, put the eggs in, and then turned on the gas stove. I saw clusters of blazing flames dancing like dancers. After a while, the pot was steaming, and bubbles appeared in the water, boiling heartily. The eggs are finally cooked. I quickly took it out and peeled off its shell piece by piece, revealing a smooth and white protein. I found a knife and cut them open, and the golden yolk came out.

In order to let my mother have a delicious and nutritious breakfast, I specially made glutinous rice balls and cut some watermelons. I also made them look like flowers to look good. Looking at the masterpiece on the table, I can't help clapping my hands and shouting, "You're screwed.!"

"Jiahao, what are you busy with in the morning?" Before I could answer, my mother opened her eyes and opened her mouth slightly, but said nothing. She held me tightly in her arms, and warm and moist tears ran down her cheeks and then onto my forehead.

My mother smiled, and I smiled. I secretly made up my mind: I want my mother to celebrate Mother's Day every day!

I made a breakfast composition for my mother in 400 words. (2) I set the alarm clock last night and went to bed early. At half past six in the morning, the alarm clock rang a few times and I got up. I crept into my mother's bedroom and found that she was still sleeping. I am very happy, because I am going to make breakfast for my mother today.

I crept into the kitchen. Take out the spatula and pan and put them on the induction cooker. Pour some oil into the pot. Then take out two eggs from the refrigerator. After everything was ready, I turned on the induction cooker. I imitate my mother. Break the eggs at the edge of the pot and pour them into the pot. The oil in the pot makes a sizzling sound. I continued to fry the eggs as my mother usually did, and turned them over. But I found that the fried side was not fully cooked. The shape of the egg was destroyed, and I was a little disappointed because I was too anxious to turn it over. But I just learned my lesson and fried another egg. It took a long time to turn over the eggs. Sure enough, the shape of the egg is more perfect this time. My heart is full of joy.

I took a plate to put the blooming eggs, and found that my mother was about to wake up. So I speed up, take out the milk and pour it into the cup, and take out the bread and put it on the plate. Mother was very happy when she got up and saw the breakfast on the table. A sweet smile appeared on his face. I threw myself into my mother's arms and hugged her. I said to my mother loudly, "Happy Mother's Day, Mom."

I made a breakfast composition for my mother in 400 words (3) One sunny morning, I opened my sleepy eyes and found the room quiet. Wearing slippers, I came to my mother's room. It turns out that my parents are still sleeping. I think: mom and dad have been busy for a week, so hard. Let me make breakfast for my mother today!

From the beginning, I went to the kitchen softly, carefully opened the gas bottle, pressed the switch button, and the fire was lit with a bang. I took out the pot and put it on the gas stove, adding sunflower oil. When the oil was heated, I broke an egg with my hand by the pot, and the egg left the shell and rushed into the pot. "Pa", the oil flower splashed on my face, so hot! Look at a very simple thing, why is it so difficult for me to do it? I forgot the pain on my face and turned it with a shovel from time to time. The egg slowly turned into a golden little sun. In this way, soon, I fried three poached eggs, and the golden poached eggs were close together, as if to say to me, "Little friend, although it is the first time to cook, you have done a good job." I am very happy, because I like to eat breakfast cooked by my mother since I was a child. I finally cooked for my mother today. I just put the poached eggs on the plate, turned around and served them. My mother stood beside me, her eyes full of surprises. I asked, "Mom, look at this poached egg. Is it like a little sun? " Mom said, "It's very similar. Son, you are mother's little sun, which warms my heart. "

I made a breakfast composition for my mother. I woke up this morning and found that my mother hadn't got up yet. I thought I might as well make breakfast for my mother because I still have some sandwich materials at home.

I'll get the eggs, ham and white bread ready first, then cut the cucumber into pieces, and the preparation work is finished.

I took all those materials to the kitchen. Come out of the pot quickly. I'll put the oil in the pot first and wait for it to heat up. Fry the ham again. Only when both sides of ham turn brown can you eat it. Just fry the eggs at last.

First, take out two pieces of white bread, spread salad dressing on one side, put two pieces of ham on the bread, then put an egg and some cucumbers on the ham, and then put another piece of bread to make a sandwich.

Hardly had I made the sandwich when my mother got up. My mother asked me, "honey, why are you making so much noise in the early morning?" Suddenly she said, "Hmm! It smells good, what are you doing? " I pretended to be a waiter and said, "Madam, you are up. Breakfast is ready for you. " Mom quickly picked me up, kissed me left and right, and said, "Thank you! My dear. " "Then you should brush your teeth, wash your face and have breakfast." Mom ran into the toilet to brush her teeth and wash her face.

I watched my mother eat my breakfast. I was so happy. I will make breakfast for my mother every day in the future.

I give my mother a breakfast composition 400 words (5) In recent days, my mother has been in poor health, probably overworked.

Today is Women's Day, which happens to be Sunday. When I woke up in the morning, my mother was still sleeping. I didn't want to disturb her dream, so I crept out of the room. Today, my hometown cooked a breakfast for Mei Meng and gave her a surprise.

"What should I do?" I said to myself. Suddenly, I thought of my mother's favorite fried eggs. So I started doing it. I turned on the gas stove first, only to see a bunch of green seedlings gushing out and licking the bottom of the pot. The bottom of the pot is hot, so I pour the oil into the pot. Then I knocked the egg on the stove and opened the shell. Golden egg yolk and transparent egg white are put into the pot together, and only the frying sound of "scratching" is heard. At this time, a drop of oil jumped out disobediently, and I quickly avoided it to avoid being burned. One side of the egg is ripe. I turned the egg over with a shovel and fried the other side. In a short time, an fried egg was ready. Later, I fried some eggs in the same way. At this time, the kitchen smelled bad everywhere. Finally, I poured a cup of delicious milk for my mother. I put them all on the dining table, waiting for my mother to get up for breakfast. Only then did I know how hard my mother usually worked. She cooks me a lot of delicious food every day and pays too much for me. I looked at the milk and eggs, as if I saw my mother eating breakfast with relish and giving me a thumbs-up from time to time.

After a while, my mother got up. I quickly pulled my mother to the table and said, "Mom, please have breakfast." My mother was surprised and happy when she saw it, and praised me as a sensible boy. I smiled happily.