爸爸有很多特点，但是最突出的还属做饭。很多人都觉得做饭这件事平平常常也不是什么特点。
Dad has many characteristics, but the most prominent one is still cooking. Many people think that cooking is an ordinary and unremarkable thing.
有一天，爸爸做小龙虾给我吃。只见他从菜市场提来一大袋的小龙虾。只见他们在袋子里面张牙舞爪，好像要逃脱这个袋子。爸爸提回家后把他们一个一个抓起来，用刷子刷干净。这些小龙虾疯狂挣扎，好像要摆脱被吃的命运。但是爸爸一只手捏住小龙虾，腾出右手来拿起刷子，使劲的刷小龙虾上的污垢。一只一只小龙虾被刷干净，放进了大盆里。说完小龙虾后，爸爸拿起剪刀，开始剪龙虾的须。龙虾还是很不听话的，挣扎着。爸爸抓起一只龙虾，将剪刀伸到他的触须的中间眯起眼睛，使劲一剪，龙虾的触须就开始飞舞，龙虾躺在那儿一动不动，失去了战斗力。然后爸爸抓住虾尾，用力一扯，直接拉出了一条很长的黑线，那是虾的肠子。然后爸爸抓起小龙虾丢到了盆子里。然后一只一只的处理小龙虾。没过多久，一大盆小龙虾就处理干净了。接下来就是爆炒。只见爸爸拿起锅铲，放上油，已经调制好的配料开大火爆炒。他的眼神里，充满着对食物的期望。只见他卖力的翻炒，手臂在锅上百来摆去，忽上忽下，忽左忽右，每只小龙虾都裹上了浓浓的汁水。接着拿起一罐啤酒，一股脑倒进去。接着盖上锅盖，让它闷一会儿。过了一会儿，麻辣小龙虾就做好了。作文吧 WWW.zuOwEnBa.Net
One day, my dad made crayfish for me to eat. I saw him bring a big bag of crayfish from the market. I saw them bared their teeth and clawed inside the bag, as if trying to escape from it. After bringing them home, Dad picked them up one by one and cleaned them with a brush. These crayfish are struggling frantically, as if trying to escape the fate of being eaten. But Dad held the crayfish with one hand and freed up his right hand to pick up the brush, vigorously brushing the dirt on the crayfish. One by one, the crayfish were cleaned and put into a large basin. After finishing talking about the crayfish, Dad picked up the scissors and started cutting the whiskers of the crayfish. Lobster is still very disobedient, struggling. Dad picked up a lobster, extended the scissors to the middle of its tentacles, squinted his eyes, and cut hard. The lobster's tentacles began to dance, and the lobster lay motionless, losing its combat effectiveness. Then Dad grabbed the tail of the shrimp, pulled it hard, and pulled out a long black line, which was the shrimp's intestines. Then Dad picked up the crayfish and threw it into the basin. Then deal with the crayfish one by one. Not long after, a large pot of crayfish was cleaned up. Next is stir frying. Dad picked up a spatula, added oil, and stir fried the prepared ingredients over high heat. His eyes were filled with expectations for food. I saw him vigorously stir frying, swinging his arms around the pot a hundred times, up and down, left and right, and each crayfish wrapped in thick juice. Then pick up a can of beer and pour it in all at once. Then cover the pot and let it sit for a while. After a while, the spicy crayfish was ready.