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Writing with friends for the first time.
I will never forget the first time my mother asked me to cook on my birthday. I asked my mother for a birthday present early that morning, but my mother gave me a gift of cooking a big birthday dinner myself. I thought disapprovingly: this can not beat me! Soon I made the menu: fried beef with green pepper, tomato and egg soup, and braised potatoes.

After washing my hands, I cut meat in an apron like a chef on TV. At first, I thought it was easy to cut meat, so I cut it on beef with a knife, and I almost cut my finger. I immediately pulled myself together to cut it, but this beef always gave me a hard time, and finally it was cut, but it was so ugly that it was really "easier to see flowers than to embroider"! After cutting the meat, I poured some oil into the pot. I threw the meat in before the oil was cooked. Accidentally, the oil spilled on my hand and a blister formed, which made me throw away the spatula and run to get the medicine. I didn't remember the food in the pot until I finished taking the medicine. By the time I ran, the beef had turned into "black charcoal". I hurried to the refrigerator to get starch to remedy it, but I didn't pay attention when I walked. I stepped on the water and had a bad fall. Not only did starch spill all over the floor, but my chin also hurt. I quickly picked up some starch and fried it in the pot. The lampblack suffocates me. After several hours of "all-out fighting", I finally cooked all the dishes, but the effect was not good: the beef was black and hard; Potatoes are half cooked; Eggs are hardly found in tomato soup. My mother tasted my "masterpiece" and made a face at me and said; Yeah, not bad. '

I think my mother has to go to work, cook and take care of me. I should study hard, do as much housework as I can, lighten my mother's burden and be a sensible and good daughter.