I have experienced many battles in the examination room, and I have refined a body of copper skin and iron bones. I have thick skin and can't die in the exam. But once I entered the kitchen, I was at a loss.

Early in the morning, my parents went to work, and the breakfast left on the table was wiped out by the cat. I can't help it. For my stomach's sake, I have to drive ducks to the shelf and go to the kitchen myself.

After wandering around the kitchen for a long time, what would you like to eat? egg? No, it's not challenging; Cabbage? Leave it to my father; Beans? It's said that it's hard to stir fry... The whole kitchen has been rummaged, and I don't like it. Where are our potatoes? I suddenly remembered it. It was my favorite. My mother's fried potatoes were sour and crispy, and my mouth watered when I thought about it. Last night, my mother seemed to have bought some of them back. I took them. It seemed that they were put in... Yes, I threw them into the bedroom. What a loss! The potatoes were thrown into the bedroom.

First, I peeled the potato and gave it a clean cold bath. I raised my knife and prepared to decompose it into "perfect order". But for me, who had only cut watermelon with a knife, it seemed impossible for this small potato to shred it. I wonder where to operate. But the more I think about it, the more I can't hold it firmly. My fingers are a little out of order. No matter what, horizontal death is also death, vertical death is also death, at least before death, we have to do something "big", which is more cost-effective than starving to death. I picked up the knife and attacked the potato crazily. After much effort, the potato finally cut like silk, but the big one was as thick as the finger, and the small one was as thin as transparent. Suddenly, my index finger felt dull pain. "Ouch? It's bleeding, I didn't know it". I bandaged the wound and prepared to start a fire. The switch was screwed several times, but no response was found. Is the liquefied gas stove broken? After tossing and turning for a long time, I was confused. The valve didn't open!

The fire finally burned, and the pot became red. Do you want to put oil or shredded potatoes first? I recalled my mother's frying of potato shreds. I should have put oil first, put a spoonful of oil in the pot, and the oil splashed. I quickly hid far away, poured the potato shreds into the pot, and picked up the spatula to stir the potato shreds. Should I put salt? The food tastes bad when there is too much salt. You'd better put less. Take a small spoon and pour it into the pot. The more spices you put, the better the taste, right? I poured some of all the ingredients in the kitchen into the pot. When it was almost ripe, I picked up the shredded potatoes. Hmm, it smelled good.

I was full of expectation for the first course I cooked. I picked it up and ate a lot of it. It tasted strange, sour and numb, and also half cooked. It was too late to vomit! Failure, I didn't expect "a bad start."

This is my first experience of "going to the kitchen". How about it? Is it solemn and stirring? However, with my first attempt, I will certainly do better in the future.