As I grew older, I learned many skills, such as riding a bike and skating ... but what I remember most is the time when I learned to cook.

One day on the weekend, it was sunny and sunny, and only my father and I were at home. Dad said, "Let me teach you how to cook today!" " "I hesitated, finally agreed.

At the beginning of cooking, my father cleaned the rice cooker first, then scooped up two bowls of rice and put them in the basin in the rice cooker. He washed rice again and again, and the rice was finally clean. So, dad put the basin in the rice cooker, covered the lid and turned on the power. My father and I waited patiently. After a while, the rice was cooked and the smell came to the nose. I have no choice. I took a bite of rice with chopsticks and tasted it in my mouth. "Wow" smells good!

Unexpectedly, rice is so good to cook.

I said to my father. "Let me try!" Dad nodded his head.

I know from my father's appearance. I washed the pot first, and then washed the rice. "ouch!" I didn't hold the pot properly, and all the rice was spilled, so I had to clean it again. I succeeded this time. I put the rice into the rice cooker and turned on the power. After waiting for a while, I opened the pot and looked, "My God, how did dry rice become porridge?" Hearing this, my dad ran over to me and said, "Hehe, you put too much water." After practicing several times, I finally learned to cook.