Cooking

There have been many "firsts" in our lives. The most memorable first time was cooking.

I remember that whenever my mother was cooking in the kitchen, I went to see how my mother cooked. My mother's movements are very skillful, and I always let my father and I have a delicious meal. I really want to learn to cook, but my mother always refuses to say: "When you grow up, learn again."

One day, my mother went out and was not coming back when I was eating. I think: Why don't I try to cook for myself. Just do it, I will go to the kitchen and learn to cook like my mother, but the question is, how many meters should I put? A cup? Two cups? Three cups? I can't think of it because I never noticed how many meters my mother put! Later, I was very brave to put five cups of rice. My reason is that my father eats two bowls, my mother also eats two bowls, I eat a bowl, add up to five bowls is not five cups? After the rice was cleaned and some water was added, I was excited to sit by and wait for my mother to come back and give her a surprise. The meal was finally done, but the rice was made. When my mother came back, I had messed up the kitchen! Haha, my mother was surprised and happy.

Mom said: "Your first time is much better than your mother!" Hey, my mother had such a bad first time, although the first is not so pleasant or even bad, but fresh and exciting, it makes people feel good.