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Unforgettable first time

Life is colorful, everyone has many firsts, and each first time has different feelings, including joy and sadness. , is also unforgettable.

One day, I asked my grandma that my cousin Lingling and I could cook our own dinner, and grandma readily agreed. We couldn't be happier. The cooking started, and I was responsible for cooking and cutting vegetables. When Lingling was young, she let her wash vegetables and make rice. After consultation, we decided to make our favorite tomato scrambled eggs. I rummaged through the cabinets and messed up the kitchen to find all the ingredients. Grandma looked at me in a hurry and shook her head gently. Lingling took out the tomatoes from the refrigerator and washed them carefully. Look how serious she is! Wash it gently with your chubby little hands. After washing, she put the tomatoes on the cutting board and went to cook.

It’s my turn to show off my skills! After all, it was my first time to cook. I was very clumsy when picking up the knife. I cut the tomatoes into different thicknesses. My grandma looked at it and shouted loudly: "Little ancestor, slow down, don't cut with your hands!" Grandma picked up the kitchen knife and said, "Dang Dang." "After a few clicks, they were well-proportioned in size, like rows of curved boats. Seeing this, I was amazed. I imitated my grandma and cut it patiently. As I get to the back, my hands are shaking more and more, because the space for holding the hand in the back is getting smaller and smaller, and I am afraid of cutting my hand. I finally finished cutting, and my body was covered in sweat. Looking at my "results", grandma said repeatedly: "Not bad, not bad, there is progress!" It was time to put the oil in the pot. Half a minute passed, and the oil crackled. I broke the eggs and mustered up a lot of courage. The egg whites and egg yolks flowed into the pot, and then there was another "crackling" sound. I stirred it up with a spatula. When it was not yet cooked, I immediately added salt and chicken essence. Finally, I added the tomatoes to the pan and stir-fried for a minute. I asked Lingling to bring the dishes. At the same time, the meal was ready.

We happily ate the "fruit of victory". Although the dish was a bit bland, both of our faces were filled with happy smiles.

Unforgettable first times

In our lives, there have been many firsts: the first time walking at night, the first time going camping, the first time Taking a train for the first time, traveling abroad for the first time, raising small animals for the first time... Each "first time" is like a footprint, imprinted on the path of our growth, from which we gain inspiration.

The first time I learned to cook was when I was in fourth grade. My father and mother were not at home that day. I stayed at home alone. My mother asked me to cook instant noodles, but I didn’t know how to cook them at all. Don't want to eat. It suddenly occurred to me that there were vegetables and noodles in the kitchen, so I prepared to cook for myself.

What I want to make is tomato and egg noodles. The ingredients required are: two tomatoes, two raw eggs, five or six green onions, and cooking oil. After preparing the ingredients, I started cooking just like my mother usually does.

First, take out the tomatoes, wash them with water, and use a spoon to scrape the skin until soft, so that the skin can be peeled off easily. After peeling, I cut the tomatoes into pieces with a knife and put them on a plate. The next step is to beat the eggs. Break the eggs first, then pour the egg whites and yolks into the bowl. Finally, chop the onions. After the onions are chopped, pour them into the bowl.

Then pour some oil into the pot. When the oil boils, pour the eggs into the pot. After the eggs turn golden brown, use a cooking spatula to cut the eggs into small pieces and pour them into the pot. Put into bowl. After frying the eggs, it’s time to fry the tomatoes and green onions. First pour the onions into the pot, stir-fry a few times and then add the chopped tomatoes. When the flavor is completely absorbed, pour the eggs into the pot. Stir a few times and then pour some water into the pot. After the water boils, the soup will be ready. .

The last thing to do is to cook the noodles, pour some water into the pot, then wait for the water to boil, put the noodles into the pot, and wait until the water boils again, then you can take out the noodles. But it's a bit soft and turned into porridge, hehe...

This is my first time cooking. Although the rice turned into porridge, I'm still very happy. After all, this is the rice I made myself. , I made it myself and it tastes delicious.

Through this incident, I understand a truth. As long as we do it ourselves, no matter how bad it is, we feel good about it. I also know how difficult it is for parents. They have to be busy cooking after get off work every day, and they have to make it to suit our taste. Therefore, we must cherish everything our parents have done for us.

The unforgettable first time

I remember that the first time I cooked was when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school.

It was during the summer vacation. I usually prefer to sleep in, so naturally I slept until about 9 a.m. I slowly put on some clothes and folded the quilt, thinking: What delicious food will my parents make? Egg pancakes are mom’s favorite. What about noodles? As I thought about it, I became even hungrier. I walked out of the room and waited for my father to urge me to wash my face and brush my teeth quickly, but today was different, my parents were gone!

I thought they were also sleeping in, but when I walked to the door of their bedroom, I unexpectedly found a note: Eat some bread yourself. Dad and mom went to your aunt grandson's house. Am I the only one at home? yeah!

I hummed a little tune and opened the refrigerator to look for bread, but...where is the bread? I had no choice but to cook for myself.

I put on my apron and cracked eggs like my mother.

I held the egg in one hand and the bowl in the other. I knocked the egg lightly on the edge of the bowl. Is it not broken? I'll knock, knock, knock! Finally the stubborn guy was knocked away. Then stir the eggs and start steaming. I put the bowl with eggs on the induction cooker, and to save time I steamed the eggs while washing the rice. As I was shopping, I thought: What does my mother put in when she makes egg custard? Why do I feel that something is missing? Then I turned on the faucet, water! Yes, I just forgot to add water! I quickly poured some water into the egg custard. I suddenly thought of oil again, but where is the oil? I searched all over the kitchen for a long time before I found it. I found it like a treasure and poured some oil into the bowl. Finally feeling at ease, I went to read a book and waited for delicious egg custard. kindness? Why hasn't it healed after so long? Oops, I forgot to plug it in again. When I plugged in the power and pressed the switch, it was already past ten o'clock.

I waited another 20 minutes before turning off the induction cooker. When I picked up the spoon and took the first bite of the egg custard I made, I was very excited - even though I forgot to add salt.

Nothing will succeed without trying. Although I only made an egg custard and rice porridge this time, I believe that as long as I am willing to try, one day I can make more delicious dishes. ! The first time is the most important time in life. Without the first time, human beings will not make progress. Without the first time, life will be like chewing wax.

An unforgettable first time

Time flies by, and looking back quietly, I have been in primary school for nearly six years, and I don’t feel sad when I think about the past. The countless first times on the road of life are like undulating waves, rippling in my heart. It's so kind and familiar, yet so beautiful and harmonious. My first money-making experience will never be forgotten.

In the morning when I was six years old, I was drinking milk at home, but halfway through the milk, I didn’t want to drink it anymore and wanted to throw it away. As soon as I stretched out my hand, I was grabbed by my mother, who severely criticized me. I said: "What did my mother say? Have you forgotten the poem "Compassion for the Farmers"? 'Every grain is hard work', and the same is true for milk. These are the results of our hard work as humans. If you don't eat it, others will You can also eat it. Okay, you have to do the hygiene today for your waste." Without saying anything, my mother put the broom and dustpan in my hand. I had no choice but to clean the floor. Sweeping the floor was a simple job for me, so I finished sweeping the floor. My mother came over to check, sweeping and sweeping again, and found many places. There was still dust, so I had to sweep it again, and it was much cleaner this time.

Then I cleaned the table again. The table was still clean, and I finished the scolding all at once.

Finally, the most difficult task was to scold every corner of the room. This was difficult. I wiped the desk lamp and wiped the drawers. Halfway through, my waist began to ache. I sat on the floor and started to complain to my mother: "Mom, I don't want to do it anymore. What kind of work is this? It's so tiring." La." "You finally know what work is. This milk is made by others with hard work, and then our parents use their hard-earned money to buy it back. You know, when my mother was a child, But I am not as happy as you. Many things are hard-won. This milk is also a valuable thing and cannot be wasted casually. In short, I let you do hygiene to let you know how difficult it is to work and how difficult it is to make money. , so you have to cherish it.”

After listening to my mother’s words, thrifting has a profound meaning in my heart, and I have a different understanding of the inspiration of doing hygiene.

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