Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Nuo 100WC T3 W6

Time is up, I go downstairs and come to the steamer. The steam lifted the lid of the pot and made a metal crash. It's time to see what I have done. I closed the fire, uncovered the lid of the pot, and a fragrance filled my face. A beautiful bowl of stewed eggs in front of me. The cooked shrimp is pink, which is caught by a friend in a nearby river. I nervously scooped up a spoonful of stewed eggs and put them in my mouth. The entrance of the stewed eggs melted with the fresh aroma of shrimp, which was satisfying.
Posted by at
Labels:

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous28 August 2018 at 22:22

    I really like this story, you painted a clear picture for me. With the punctuation I cannot find any errors. This is Awesome!

    ReplyDelete

I really liked . . . because . . .
I really liked the way you . . .
I enjoyed reading this because . . .
It was especially good when you . . . because . . .

I think you need to . . . because . . .
Next time you write . . .
Think about adding . . .
Have you thought about . . .
To improve your . . . try . . .
Perhaps you could . . .

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)