“冬冬,蛋炒饭就好了,快来吃哟……”奶奶在灶台前快乐地忙活。锅里那醇香的茶油正吱吱地冒烟;“哗哗”两声,两个金灿灿的土鸡蛋欢快地滑进了油锅。锅台上香雾缭绕,眯着眼睛的奶奶,满脸喜悦地用铲子翻铲着。紧接着,珠圆玉润的白米饭也蹦蹦跳跳地进了锅中,在奶奶铲子的指挥下,快乐地翻滚……那些年的每个寒暑假,我们家的厨房里总会有这样一道风景。那个香气四溢的厨房,简直是奶奶创作“艺术品”的地方。每当奶奶 “Winter, egg fried rice just come, come eat yo ... ...” “Grandma happily live in front of the stove. The mellow tea oil in the pot was squeaking and smoking; ”wow “ twice, two golden earth eggs slid into the pan with joy. Fragrant fog around the pot table, his eyes narrowed his grandmother, his face joyfully shovel shovel with a shovel. Then, the pearly white jade rice also bouncing into the pot, under the command of the grandmother shovel, happy to roll ... ... those years of winter and summer vacations, our home kitchen there will always be such a landscape. That scented kitchen, is simply grandma creation ”artwork " place. Whenever my grandmother