那是一个星期天,爸爸妈妈出去办事,都中午了,还没见回来。我的肚子“咕咕”直叫,开始“抗议”:好饿!怎么办?我突发奇想,自己做饭吃。我想先炒菜,后做饭,妈妈都是这样做的。我先拿出一个白萝卜,狠狠地切下去。咦,白萝卜上怎么有红色的东西?啊!好疼!我切到了自己的手!顿时,我眼前一下子模糊起来,大脑一片空白。我努力定下神来,“镇定”地找出一片创可贴,像妈妈平常包扎那样,轻轻地把我那“可怜”的手指给包了起来。但 That is a Sunday, Mom and Dad go out to work, are noon, have not seen it yet. My stomach “cuckoo ” straight, start “protest ”: hungry! What to do? I whim, eat their own cooking. I want to cook, cook afterwards, and my mom did the same. I took out a white turnip and severely cut it.咦, white radish on how the red thing? Ah! So painful! I cut my own hands! Suddenly, my eyes suddenly blurred, the brain blank. I worked hard to find out, “calm down” to find a Band-Aid, like my mom usually bandage, gently put my “poor” fingers wrapped up. but