“好香呀！不错不错！”看着“大厨”爸爸煎的烤肠外皮滋滋冒油，又脆又酥，我好想“复制”一下他的“祖传手艺”呀！学，必须学！
It smells so good! Not bad, not bad! "Looking at the crispy and crispy outer skin of the grilled sausages cooked by the" Chef "father, I really want to" replicate "his" ancestral craft "! Learning, must be learned!
我穿上围裙，来到厨房“根据地”跃跃欲试，还有些激动。我在锅中倒入食用油，只听见“噼里啪啦”一阵乱响，哦，不！油滴溅到了我的手上，烫得我“嗷嗷”直叫，跳出去老远，手背上多了一个“大红包”。我简直吓坏了，爸爸安抚了我一下：“没关系，马上会好的……唉，快看！油冒泡了，快把香肠放进锅里！”
I put on my apron and went to the kitchen "base" to try and get excited. I poured cooking oil into the pot and all I heard was a loud "crackling" sound. Oh no! The oil droplets splashed onto my hand, making me scream and jump far away, with a "big red envelope" on the back of my hand. I was so scared that my dad comforted me and said, "It's okay, it'll be okay soon... Sigh, look! The oil is bubbling, put the sausage in the pot quickly
嘿，出师不利，认真点！我下决心不再搞砸了，用筷子夹起烤肠一根根地往锅中摆。紧张布满了整个身体，身体像拉满了弦的弓一样，生怕再次被油滴溅到。烤肠在油里顺势滚了几下，舒服地洗了个澡，不一会儿就“变了脸”，浑身上下通红发亮。是时候翻面了！我顺手操起一旁的锅铲，学着老师傅的样儿抓牢平底锅上的把手，轻轻向上抖一抖，又用铲子给烤肠翻了翻身，甚至还吹起了口哨，得意极了！爸爸却劝我：“别再嘚瑟了，第一次学可没那么容易，小心烤成‘黑大肠’哦！”我毫不在意，但当我手忙脚乱想关火时，已经晚了，正如爸爸所说，可怜的烤肠好像染了色一样黑得出奇，又像披了一件女巫黑袍。没错，焦了！我的头“嗡嗡”作响，像有千万只苍蝇前来“迎战”，我变成了一个“泄了气的皮球”，垂头丧气：“唉，不成，一定是新手的缘故，有志者事竟成，我要再加把油！”
Hey, a bad start, be serious! I made up my mind not to mess it up anymore, and picked up the sausages with chopsticks and placed them one by one into the pot. Nervousness filled the entire body, like a bow stretched with strings, afraid of being splashed with oil droplets again. Grilled sausages rolled in the oil a few times and took a comfortable bath. In no time, their face changed and their whole body turned red and shiny. It's time to flip over! I casually picked up the spatula on the side and, following the old master's example, grasped the handle of the flat bottomed pan tightly. I gently shook it upwards, then used the spatula to flip over the grilled sausages, and even whistled, feeling extremely proud! My dad advised me, 'Don't be so arrogant anymore. It's not easy to learn for the first time, be careful not to roast it into a' black colon '!' I didn't care at all, but when I was frantically trying to turn off the fire, it was already too late. As my dad said, the poor roasted sausage seemed to have been dyed black and was strangely black, like wearing a witch's black robe. That's right, it's burnt! My head buzzed, like millions of flies coming to "fight", and I turned into a "deflated ball", dejected: "Sigh, no, it must be because of beginners. Where there is a will, there is a way. I want to add more fuel
这一次我不敢再得意忘形了，全神贯注地盯着锅中的烤肠。瞧，我用锅铲一铲，锅一抖，过一两分钟，烤肠便身披“金马甲”，神气地出锅了。
This time, I dare not get carried away anymore and stare intently at the grilled sausages in the pot. Look, I use a spatula to scoop, the pot shakes, and after a minute or two, the grilled sausages are dressed in a "golden vest" and proudly come out of the pot.
我一手托住把手，一手拿起锅铲，万分小心地帮烤肠“搬家”，在盘中摆出一朵“小花”，五六根烤肠围在一起，似在开灯火晚会。嗯，还差什么呢？对了，调味料！我取出胡椒粉，天女散花般自由地撒呀撒……“哎呀，我的眼睛！”原来我太不仔细，粉末弄眼里去了。爸爸赶忙给我用清水冲洗，“心灵窗口”才没有“光荣负伤”。
I held the handle with one hand and picked up the spatula with the other, carefully helping to "move" the grilled sausages. I placed a "small flower" on the plate, surrounded by five or six grilled sausages, as if holding a lantern party. Well, what else is missing? By the way, seasoning! I took out the pepper powder and scattered it freely like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers... "Oh, my eyes!" I realized I was too careless, and the powder had gone into my eyes. Dad quickly rinsed me with clean water, so that the 'window of the soul' did not suffer any 'glorious injuries'.
烤肠被爸爸列为一级美食，我终于登上了“大厨宝座”，我此时的心情真可以说是电线杆上挂邮箱——高兴信！
Grilled sausages were listed as a first-class delicacy by my father, and I finally ascended to the "chef's throne". My mood at this moment can be described as hanging an email on a telephone pole - a happy letter!