When my son was two or three years old, I began to let him practice cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife. When I was four or five years old, I was often asked to cook by myself.

Every time, I am happy to help him destroy the finished food.

Every time I cook with my own hands, he is full, and he is very happy to see me eating well.

In the process of cooking, he will use a kitchen knife slowly, and he will know to be careful not to burn the bottom of the pot. He also knows that when cooking jiaozi, he should slowly put it into the water so as not to splash water and burn himself.

Cooking also knows how to wash rice and water. Although I can't cook complicated dishes, at least when my mother can't cook, I can get something to eat by myself and I won't be hungry.

I told my son that both boys and girls should know the basic skills in life. A person who can cook, eat and taste life will have taste in life.

Son, I like cooking as an interesting game more and more.

Once I was sick, I told my son who came back from school: Mom is very uncomfortable and will cook later today.

The son said, mom, you have a good rest today and I'll cook for you.

I said, thank you, son! Then watch yourself! Don't get hurt!

The son said like a grown-up: Mom, ok! You go to sleep, and I'll cook.

I really fell asleep before I knew it, and suddenly I heard my son ask me to eat.

When I went downstairs, my son made rice, a scrambled egg and a cucumber.

I can't stop crying. (My son is six years old at this time)

My son was worried when he saw my tears. Mom, are you sick again?

I said: no! Son, mom is so happy.

The son said: Oh, that mother was moved to tears!

Eating the rice cooked by my son is really the best in the world!