My father went to work in the morning. I finished my homework carefully, and then I went to Taomi to cook. Then I'll collect the hung clothes and fold them. I looked at the clock. It was just eleven o'clock, and I went to cook again. Just when I didn't know what to cook, my father just came back. I saw my father carrying a briefcase on his left shoulder and several plastic bags in his right hand. When I opened it, it was pork liver and prawn with knife forehead. I think it is delicious at noon today. Wash it and let me cut it into strips. I was shocked to hear that. My father showed me first, only to see that a whole mung bean turned into a uniform strip in the blink of an eye. Next, it's my turn. My heart is pounding and I don't know how to start. I got up my courage and cut the first knife. Then I cut the second knife, the third knife and the fourth knife. This knife became flexible and light in my father's hands, but it became clumsy in mine. I saw a flash of knife light, and soon, strips were placed in front of my eyes. My father said, "Cut it short." It's my turn again My brain is blank. Because I put my hand in the wrong place, the knife just scratched the nail of my left index finger, and blood suddenly poured out. I grasped the wound tightly. It was such a terrible pain that I almost cried out in pain. Father hurried to find a band-aid. I quickly went to the bathroom to wash the wound. Father asked, "Is it still bleeding?" I said, "No." Then, dad asked me to peel garlic. My father has started to cook green beans and stir-fry pork liver. Father first poured oil into the pot, then put the cut pork liver in and stir-fry it over high fire. After the quarrel, the pig liver is out of the pot. My father said it was called oil. Then, I pour the chopped green beans into the pot, fry the green beans and put them into the fried pork liver. Then, I put some condiments, and lunch was ready.

Dad told me to eat prawns with a knife at once, but it doesn't taste good when it's cold. I eat shrimp tails, and dad eats shrimp heads. Soon, we swept away the new prawns with knives.

My father's skillful knife skills left a deep impression on me. Although I got hurt cutting vegetables for the first time, I won't be intimidated by this difficulty. Next, I decided to learn to cut vegetables. Today is just a starting point. I'll never forget this scar of cutting vegetables!