My mother burned again.
I told her that it was necessary to call the gas maker - to clean the forks, because they are polluted and the gas is going badly. I am afraid of the gas plate. My mom made me laugh:
She was going to call the gas driver. Do not laugh at me! Everything is easily removed there, I will come myself, take everything up and clean up.
The concepts of "mama" and "disassembly of the gas plate by false means" did not want to be matched in any way. But if my mom says it’s easy, then it’s. If she does it, I will do it too.
This morning, finding the drill, I wrapped all four screws, but the cooking panel did not want to be removed. I call my mom.
- Four screws from the plate I screwed off, what next?
What are the four hats???? to
Those with which the top of the plate is attached. But it is not filmed anyway.
God... Why?
I need to clean the forks. Well, you said that it was easy to remove there, that you did this often when you cleaned the forks.
I am standing at the half-broken gas plate. There are four screws on the table, a screw in the hand, a doubt in the eye, a phone in the ear. And here from the tube sounds a very timely question:
What are the forks?