After my first attempt, I got up every morning and cooked millet porridge repeatedly like an addict. Day after day, I persisted for about a week and didn't know what else to do.
At that time, there was no such advanced application as kitchen, and even smart phones were not very popular. I went to Zhuo Yue (now Amazon China) and bought some cookbooks for Bette's kitchen. The names of these cookbooks are all worth pondering-mom cooked, the favorite dish when I was a child. This is probably my cooking complex. I want to go back to the state where my mother cooked for me, because I learned from it that I have been living in college and haven't eaten her cooking for too many years. It's finally my turn to cook.
The novelty will always pass, and the busy working state has taught me to take pleasure in it. I found a clean fast food restaurant on the roadside, went in to fill my stomach and continued my next job. For me, eating is not important at all, and I am not in the mood to cook at all. Those years were really tiring.
Even as a mother, I hardly cook. Most of the time, the old people help with the children and cook. I get off work very late. Before I go home, I will eat something outside and then go in. Every day is takeaway, takeaway, takeaway.
Maybe eating out for too long has finally reached a turning point, and I'm tired of it.
Recently, I started to cook at home and hardly went out to eat. Just this morning, I finally realized one thing. Cooking for yourself is the only way to really learn to love and take care of yourself. It is also the way to eventually replace the role of parents and move towards independent life.
It may be easy to do it once or twice, but sticking to it for three to five years or more requires an inner recognition that you have really grown up and can take care of yourself without relying on others.