On Saturday, father cooked for us for the first time. My mother and I are very happy. My father finally cooked for us, but what happened afterwards was very interesting.

Dad went to the market to buy food early in the morning and said he would cook for us. My mother and I were surprised because my father had never cooked. I told my mother that my father must have something happy. Sure enough, when my father came home after buying vegetables, I asked, it turned out that the stock had soared recently. My father said happily, "The stock I bought has been locked up for two years, and I finally look forward to today's market. I must cook for us to celebrate."

Dad is going to cook fish for us, and we are even happier, because our whole family likes to eat fish, not to mention that this is the first time dad cooks fish, and we are looking forward to it! Dad bought my favorite osmanthus fish yesterday and frozen it in the refrigerator. He has been waiting for us to show off when we are free today. Dad went to the refrigerator and grabbed the handle and pulled it back. Open the refrigerator; Then, dad took out a osmanthus fish and walked back to the kitchen. Then, after washing the chopping board, dad took out the knife from the knife basket to wash it. After that, my father put the fish on the cutting board, held the fish in his left hand and raised the kitchen knife in his right hand. With a sudden chop, the fish head separated from the fish body, but the knife almost cut into my father's hand, which frightened my father and scared me standing by the kitchen door to watch.

But dad didn't lose heart. Dad said to himself, "you can't just give up!" " "Dad put the fish back in the refrigerator. Turn on the tap, wash the pot, wash the fish head and put it away. Dad picked up the oil bottle, put a little oil in the pot, and then turned on the ignition switch. After a while, he only heard the sound of "crack" and some oil jumped up. Dad put the fish head in the pot, and the "crack" sound became more intense. Dad grabbed the handle of the pot and lifted it up. I thought dad wanted to fire it, but dad picked up the oil bottle again. At this time, I suddenly found that my father seemed very anxious. " Oh! "Dad poured oil on the stove! I couldn't help laughing when I watched it. This time, my father gave up and said shyly to my mother, "I can't do it." I'd better be a wife. "

Dad can't do it before he smells the fish. Don't try to be brave if he can't! I thought to myself: It's a pity that I can't eat my father's cooking!