Cooking for the first time

There are many firsts in life, with joys and sorrows, and each firsttime is worth cherishing. I've had many firsts, too. Take cooking as an example. I made a mess of my kitchen!

"ouch! Who will cook today ... "No one answered me. I've looked all over the family, but I haven't seen anyone. What is this? A piece of paper, which casually says, "We went home at noon, so make your own food.". I was silent for a while. Then, a sentence "I can cook" appeared in my head!

"Gollum, Gollum ..."! My stomach is starting to complain. I can't help it. Do it yourself! I went into the kitchen that disturbed me. First, open the refrigerator. "What?"? Eggs, cabbage, potatoes. Then make fried rice with eggs and cabbage today!

ah! Beat the eggs first, stir and stir. That should do it. Wash the cabbage first. Then slowly cut it one by one. How did this happen? Different sizes, thick and broken, cabbage fell all over the ground; Eggs are everywhere, too Forget it, filling your stomach is the most important thing.

oil first, less. You can put the eggs, stir-fry them; Add the cabbage, continue to stir fry, add the rice and stir fry again. Put half a spoonful of salt! Turn over and over, the pot is up! Applause!

color is ok; The smell is a bit strange; Taste-dare to eat! Get up the courage to taste a little, it's a little salty, and it tastes like lettuce is not ripe. It's too oily! The summary is over. I have to wait for my mother to come back and help me clean up the mess. Also, help me make something to eat!

This is my first time. What is your first time?

2. Fishing for the first time

At noon today, my mother said that she would go fishing in the pond, and I was extremely happy. You can also contribute

At 1 o'clock sharp, my mother drove my grandfather, my uncle and my party. When he arrived at the pond, grandpa first packed the fishing rod, stretched it out long, and then hung the fish food on the hook. I saw grandpa throw the fishing rod hard, and the fishing line was thrown far away in the middle of the pool with a whoosh, so he waited quietly. At this time, my uncle also adjusted my fishing rod, and in the same way, my fishing line was thrown into the pool far away. I held the fishing rod in high spirits and stared at the water. The sun was burning in my body, so I moved the place gently and hid under grandpa's big sun umbrella. My hands are sore. I'm anxious to ask grandpa why there's no fish to bite. Grandpa whispered to me, "fishing can't be in a hurry. You must be patient. Fish is your opponent. If you are more persistent than fish, the fish will take the bait." Suddenly, I saw grandpa lift it hard and the fishing rod became curved. I shouted to my mother loudly: "Grandpa ate the hook, Grandpa ate the hook!" " "What grandpa ate the hook? It was the fish that ate the hook!" Mom smiled and ran over with a copy net and fished up the fish. "Oh, it's a red carp!" " I cried with envy.

Grandpa motioned for me to be quiet and pointed to the water. As soon as I saw it, the fish under the pole disappeared, and I was so nervous that a fish was hooked. The fish was so strong that it pulled me forward, and I lost my center of gravity and cried in utter amazement. My mother heard a step and rushed over to protect me. My little uncle rushed over to hold the fishing rod. I was so pale that I couldn't breathe in my mother's arms for a long time. I was almost frightened by being dragged into the pool. "Xiaoxiao (my nickname is Xiaoxiao), you are a big fish!" Little uncle teased me while walking fish. "What my fish, I caught this fish!" I spoke in the tone of my mother, and my nervous mood was much better. Grandpa also came to help, and everyone worked together to catch the fish. Wow, what a big fish! I quickly asked grandpa what kind of fish it was. Grandpa said it was a big silver carp, weighing about three pounds. I really don't understand how a fish weighing three pounds can have so much strength in the water.

One, two, three, there are more and more fish in the fish pocket, and our mood is getting higher and higher ...

When the sun sets, the poles are closed, and I am really happy to see everyone's red faces and a bag of lively fish.

This is my first fishing experience, an interesting and thrilling experience. Through this fishing, I also understand that as long as you have perseverance, you can succeed in doing things.

3. Being a chef for the first time

It was a Sunday, and my parents still went to make a living. I slept in the sun and dried my ass. At noon, I started lunch with a bowl of instant noodles and delicious food on TV. Suddenly I saw a kid on TV cooking a "side dish" by himself-fried egg steamed bread. It's really appetizing to watch that child chew with relish. I might as well do it myself! I'm an expert in eating, but I'm a "big girl getting on the sedan chair-the first time". In order to enjoy some delicious food, I have to do it myself once!

the preparation work is simple: take two steamed buns in the refrigerator and slice them, beat two eggs and mix well, and set aside. Next, blow up! Dear belly, I'll throw caution to the wind for you not to suffer!

I turn on the gas stove neatly, heat the pan and pour the oil. While the hot oil was here, I learned the steps in TV, picked up steamed bread slices and coated them with a gorgeous "egg nutrient solution". Seeing the light smoke coming from the oil in the pot, I picked up the steamed bread slices with chopsticks and threw them into the pot, which immediately "crackled". The oil spots as big as beans jumped out naughtily, and one oil spot actually jumped on my cheek. My cheek was immediately pricked by a needle, and I almost jumped up in pain. I quickly retreated and slipped into the living room to "take refuge". When I couldn't hear the sound of "shooting" in the pot, I slipped in and took a look. Shit! The steamed bread is burnt and dark. When it is picked up, it looks like a toad and looks disgusting. What a "but before he could conquer, he was dead"! I went back to the living room bitterly, and my ass just touched the sofa, but it bounced up at once, which was terrible! There is smoke in the kitchen. I rushed to the hearth at a sprint speed of 1 meters, and saw that the oil in the pot was on fire, so I quickly picked up a spoon and poured water into the pot to put out the fire. However, the fire in the pot did not go out, but it flourished. I quickly picked up the lid of the pot, slammed a "cap", then quickly turned off the gas, and then pressed my heart that was about to jump out of my chest down again and again ... < P > See I quickly cleaned the "battlefield", opened the window for ventilation, hid the "fried egg steamed bread" I made in the bottom of the trash can, and poured the black oil and water in the pot into the sewer ... Fortunately, my parents didn't know about this embarrassing experience, otherwise, I was really ashamed.