One summer morning, my parents went to work, and I cooked breakfast at home alone. I think: I'd better fry the omelet. Then I started to take action.

I picked up the egg and tapped it on the edge of the bowl. There was a crack in the egg. When I broke the crack with my hand, the egg white and yolk in it flowed out. I knocked three times in a row, put some salt in the bowl, picked up chopsticks and stirred the egg white and yolk evenly. After getting everything ready, I poured oil into the pot. Then, I turned on the gas stove again and saw the blue flame licking the bottom of the pot happily. After a while, the oil in the pot smoked. I poured the prepared egg liquid into the pot, and with a hiss, I saw that the pot looked like a golden chrysanthemum. Then I turn down the fire, put a little water in the pot and stir-fry it with a shovel. In this way, a fluffy, smooth and delicious omelet is ready.

Just then, my mother came back. Seeing my fried egg roll, he smiled and said to me, "Good boy, you are really grown up and can cook by yourself." I listened to my mother's words and my heart was full of joy.

This is the most unforgettable thing for me.