星期六晚上,时钟已经敲了六下了,妈妈还没回来,我决定自己做饭。我先洗好茄子,系上围裙,放好菜板,右手紧紧握住菜刀,左右按住茄子,一刀一刀仔细切起来。然后点燃了煤气炉,放上锅,倒好油,谁知就在我转身拿茄子的时候,油突然冒起了烟,而且越升越高,我慌把茄子倒进锅里,又抓了一把葱花,一点五香粉,一股脑全撒进锅里,随后使铲子把茄子翻一翻,茄子好像故意跟我作对,我想往左翻,它却向右“溜”;我想往右翻,它却 Saturday night, the clock has been knocked six times, my mother has not come back, I decided to cook for myself. I first wash the eggplant, fasten the apron, put the cutting board, the right hand firmly hold the kitchen knife, hold eggplant about, knife carefully cut carefully. Then ignited the gas stove, put the pot, pour the good oil, who knows when I turned around to take the eggplant, the oil suddenly risked smoke, and rising higher and higher, I panic eggplant into the pan, and caught a Sprinkle with chopped green onion, a little allspice, all in the pan, and then double the eggplant with the shovel. The eggplant seems to be deliberately against me. I want to turn left, but it slips to the right. I want to go right Turn it, but it