This afternoon (just now). Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I scrambled a bowl of egg fried rice (actually, I wasn't hungry, I just wanted to eat the leftovers).

Turn on the heat, heat the pan and beat the eggs. Coherent.

I started making formula for my one-year-old baby (he loves it).

Then stir-fry to ensure that each grain of rice has been in close contact with the bottom of the pan individually.

Remove from heat and remove from heat.

Rice is served.

Soak in milk powder.

The baby, who had just walked, staggered towards the table.

I see it.

I knew my egg fried rice was in danger.

Really...

A bowl of egg fried rice, half a bowl sprinkled, half a bowl left.

I quickly stuffed the bottle into the baby's hand. Rescued my half bowl of egg fried rice.

The baby staggered towards me while drinking the milk powder.

I didn't see it, and then he fell!

Yes, fell a.

He didn't cry, he was sucking milk powder in his mouth, and his eyes were still on my half bowl of egg fried rice...

I put down my half bowl of egg fried rice. Carry him to the sofa and accompany him to drink milk powder and watch TV.

He kept staring at my half bowl of egg fried rice...

While I wasn't paying attention, I dropped the bottle and ran to my half bowl of egg fried rice....

I feel like I've been betrayed!

But I had long legs, so I grabbed half a bowl of egg fried rice first.

Three or two mouthfuls of pickpockets.

The baby staggered back, and I handed him an empty bowl...

He cried!

In short, this is the story of a baby trying to grab egg fried rice but in the end mom wins (to be continued. )