





One peaceful morning in the countryside, Lala, the adorable little monkey with sparkling eyes and playful energy, woke up with a mission. Today, she was determined to help Mom in the kitchen. She had been watching closely for weeks—how Mom cooked rice, chopped vegetables, and especially how she handled the eggs. Lala had always been fascinated by the eggs: their smooth shells, the gentle clinking sound when they touched, and the magical transformation when they were cracked into the pan.
“Today is the day I’ll do it myself!” Lala whispered to herself as she jumped off her bamboo bed and tiptoed into the kitchen.
Mom was already there, wearing her flowered apron and smiling warmly as she stirred a pot of rice porridge. When she saw Lala enter, she laughed softly, “Good morning, sweetheart. You’re up early!”
Lala smiled brightly and gave Mom a tight hug. Then, she pointed to the small basket of eggs on the counter and made little cracking motions with her hands.
“You want to help crack the eggs?” Mom asked, surprised but amused. “Okay, but you have to be very careful.”
Lala nodded enthusiastically. Mom handed her a single egg, warning, “Hold it gently, and don’t press too hard.”
Lala cradled the egg like it was a tiny baby. Her little fingers were shaky with excitement. She looked at the egg, tilted her head, and gave a soft monkey coo. Then she walked slowly toward the metal bowl, ready to try her hand at cooking for the first time.
Everything was going well—until it wasn’t.






In her excitement, Lala forgot how fragile the egg was. She gripped it too tightly and—crack!—the egg exploded in her hands, yolk running down her fingers like golden syrup, dripping onto the floor.
For a second, everything went still.
Lala froze. Her big eyes widened in shock, and her bottom lip trembled. She looked at her messy hands, then up at Mom, then back at her hands again. Her heart thumped faster, and her small shoulders started to shake.
“Oh no no no no no!” she squeaked, her voice quivering. “Egg… gone! I broke it!”
She immediately dropped to the floor, sitting with her legs folded, holding up her gooey hands like they were covered in something terrible. Her little monkey face scrunched up in distress, and she looked like she was about to cry. It was one egg—but to Lala, it felt like a disaster.
Mom knelt beside her quickly. “Lala, it’s okay! It’s just an egg. You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetie.”
But Lala wasn’t listening. She buried her face in her sticky hands, then wiped them on her furry cheeks, accidentally smearing yolk across her face. Her tail curled tightly as she began to mumble in panic, “Lala bad… egg is sad… Mommy mad…”
Mom couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorably dramatic her little helper was being.
“No one’s mad, love,” she said, gently wiping Lala’s face with a towel. “You tried your best. That’s what matters.”
Lala looked up with teary eyes, still pouting. She pointed to the broken shell pieces and whispered, “Egg not come back?”






Mom laughed again, this time hugging her tightly. “No, baby, it won’t come back—but guess what? We have more eggs. You can try again.”
Lala blinked in surprise. “More eggs?”
“Yes,” Mom said with a smile, pulling out another one. “But this time, let’s do it together.”
Lala’s mood shifted instantly. She stood up, wiped her paws on her apron like a professional, and puffed out her chest. “Yes! Team!”
With Mom’s hands gently guiding hers, Lala held the egg and gave it a soft tap against the bowl. A tiny crack formed.
“Good job!” Mom cheered.
Then, with delicate pressure, they opened the egg and let the contents slide into the bowl perfectly. Lala gasped with joy. She jumped up and down, clapping her clean hands together.
“I did it! Egg happy! Lala happy!”
Her earlier panic was completely gone. In its place was a sense of pride, and an extra dose of cuteness. Lala pranced around the kitchen, wagging her tail, throwing her arms in the air like a champion gymnast.
“Lala cook! Lala chef!” she announced to no one in particular, posing dramatically.
Mom joined in the fun, pretending to interview her with a spoon like a microphone. “Chef Lala, how did you feel when you broke your first egg?”
Lala made a sad face and replied in a deep voice, “Very very scared… egg explosion… big mess.”












Then she smiled and added cheerfully, “But Mommy say try again! So I did!”
The two giggled uncontrollably.
As the cooking continued, Lala helped with other simple tasks—stirring batter, handing over ingredients, and tasting the first pancake with a proud nod. Every few minutes, she would glance at the egg bowl and give it a happy smile, as if to reassure the rest of the eggs that she now knew how to treat them with care.
Later that day, Lala proudly served pancakes to Dad and her baby brother Ni. She made sure to tell them the full story of how she broke the egg, panicked, and almost cried—but how she also conquered her fear and cracked the second one like a real chef.
Everyone clapped and praised her, and Lala beamed with joy.
That night, as Mom tucked her into bed, Lala whispered, “Mommy, thank you for letting me try again. I’ll be careful next time.”
Mom kissed her on the forehead. “Sweet dreams, Chef Lala.”
And as Lala drifted off to sleep, she smiled, dreaming of eggs, pancakes, and the next cooking adventure.
Moral of the story: Mistakes are part of learning, and with a little patience (and a lot of cuteness), even a cracked egg can lead to confidence, laughter, and love.