I can confidently say that my cooking skills are very good. But my cooking skills also vary depending on the situation. Sometimes the food I cook is simply unpalatable, and sometimes the food I cook is mouth-watering. I also looked for the reason, and finally found out that it was because my state of mind and emotions were different every time I cooked. So I think the true meaning of cooking is probably your own heart.

Whenever I cook for my boyfriend, my cooking skills are so good that I can’t help but eat an extra bowl of rice, but when I cook for myself When people cook, it is just an act of filling their stomachs. Whether it's good or bad, it all comes down to your own mood.

I have never cooked before, and the first meal I cooked in my life was for my boyfriend. I had no cooking experience at all at the time, but with my enthusiasm and the various cooking steps I imagined in my mind, I followed them step by step and finally made Mapo Tofu.

That was my first plate of mapo tofu in my life. My boyfriend tasted it and said it tasted very good. I felt like I had the help of a god, and I was able to succeed as a beginner, but when I thought about it later, I realized that my skills and confidence probably came from my love for my boyfriend. I love him, so I want to serve the best delicious food in front of him.

But I can’t eat every meal with my boyfriend, so when I’m alone, I’ll be hungry if I don’t cook, and I’m not in the mood to cook. Without my boyfriend around, I no longer have the motivation to cook.

In my heart, only washing hands and making soup for the people I love is a beautiful thing. If it is just to fill my stomach, then cooking is a burden, which makes me feel exhausted.

The same situation applies to my mother. Whenever I eat with her, she will ask me what I want to eat and make it for me.

I said I wanted to eat braised pork, so she went to carefully select the pork belly. I said I wanted to eat carp, so she went to the market to buy the freshest big fish. No matter what I said I wanted to eat, she would buy all the ingredients and then be busy in the kitchen all afternoon, washing and cooking without getting tired.

When it’s time to eat, my mother will bring out all kinds of delicacies like magic. I praised my mother for her good cooking skills, and she said happily: "I am so happy to cook for my daughter!" I think maternal love is probably like this. As long as the child wants it, the mother will do her best to get it.

If I am not at home, my mother’s three meals a day will be very perfunctory. In the morning, go to the morning market and buy a bowl of soy milk and a fried dough stick, and your breakfast will be settled. Stir-fry a head of Chinese cabbage at noon. If you can't finish it in one meal, leave it until the evening. If you can't finish it on the first day, leave it until the next day.

Every time I asked my mother to cook something delicious for me, she would say: "I eat alone and don't have the heart to do so much. I just want to be full."

I think my mother’s mood is the same as mine at this time. If there is someone you love deeply around you, then cooking is a happy thing. If the person you love deeply is not around, then the motivation and spiritual support of cooking will also be lost. It disappeared. The true meaning of cooking is nothing more than love.