我的人生中有很多第一次，比如第一次自己回家；第一次洗衣服；第一次写作文……最让我难以忘记的是第一次做饭。
I have many firsts in my life, such as the first time I went home by myself; The first time washing clothes; Writing an essay for the first time… … The most unforgettable thing for me is cooking for the first time.
星期天晚上，爸爸妈妈还没有回来。我想了想，要不我自己给爸爸妈妈做饭吃吧！“好，开始做饭！”我下定决心。我想了想，要做土豆炒肉。幸好我平时经常看妈妈做饭，对做饭也算是略知一二。
On Sunday night, Mom and Dad haven't come back yet. I thought for a moment, why don't I cook for my parents myself! “ Okay, let's start cooking! ” I have made up my mind. I thought for a moment, I want to make potato stir fried meat. Fortunately, I often watch my mother cook and have some knowledge about cooking.出自 wwW.zuoWEnBA.nEt
我先把土豆削皮，然后把土豆切成一片儿一片儿的，不要太厚也不要太薄。然后我再把冰箱里的肉拿出来，把肉切成一条一条的。然后我再拿出葱、姜、蒜，每样切了一点。
I will peel the potatoes first, and then cut them into pieces, not too thick or too thin. Then I took out the meat from the fridge and cut it into strips one by one. Then I took out onions, ginger, and garlic, and cut a little of each.
妈妈每次做饭都要把排风扇打开，我照着妈妈的样子，把排风扇打开，然后放好锅，把火开开。等锅里的水分差不多干了，我就开始倒油。等油烧热，我把葱姜蒜倒进去，过了一小会儿，我再把肉倒进去，我刚把肉倒进去就有油星溅在了我的脸上，真的是太疼了，接下来我变得小心翼翼。我拿着锅铲把肉翻了几下，快炒熟的时候我再把土豆倒进去。菜快熟的时候，我开始放调料，不过最后还是有点糊了。
My mom always turns on the exhaust fan when cooking. I follow her example, turn on the exhaust fan, put the pot in place, and turn on the heat. When the water in the pot is almost dry, I will start pouring oil. When the oil was hot, I poured in onions, ginger, and garlic. After a while, I poured in the meat again. As soon as I poured in the meat, oil stars splashed onto my face, which was really painful. Then I became more cautious. I used a spatula to flip the meat over a few times, and when it was almost cooked, I poured in the potatoes. When the dishes were almost cooked, I started adding seasonings, but in the end they were still a bit burnt.
我把菜盛好，过了一会儿，爸爸妈妈回来了。我看见爸爸妈妈回来了，就跑过去对爸爸妈妈说：“这是我炒的菜。”爸爸妈妈听了一个劲儿夸我长大了，然后爸爸妈妈和我一起津津有味的吃起来。那一天我尝试了第一次做饭，虽然我做得有点失败，但是一想到我终于可以为爸爸妈妈分担一点事情，我心里就特别高兴。
I prepared the dishes and after a while, my parents came back. I saw my parents coming back, so I ran over and said to them, '; This is the dish I cooked. ” My parents kept praising me for growing up, and then they ate with relish together. That day, I tried cooking for the first time. Although I was a bit unsuccessful, the thought of me finally being able to share some of the burden with my parents made me feel particularly happy.