When I talk about cooking, when I think about making a fire, I can’t help but shed tears as I write.

Ever since I was little, I have envied other people having grandmas who cook. My parents both go to work, and when my friends go home to eat, I have to make a fire to cook when I get home.

I learned how to make porridge at the age of 8, and how to steam steamed buns and roll noodles at the age of 12.

When I was in the first grade of junior high school, my mother was hospitalized and my father accompanied me. We were sisters. The eldest was 14 years old, I was 12, and the youngest sister was 2 years old.

The five sisters were alone at home for half a month. I cooked, delivered meals, and carried my sisters to school.

The crazy days of half a month will be unforgettable for the rest of my life.

I go to the hospital every day to deliver meals to my parents.

Once, he brought freshly steamed hot steamed buns to the hospital. My father let a patient eat one and said that I had steamed the steamed buns. The patient was shocked.

There was no natural gas at that time, so we had to burn a pot for cooking. My sister and I argued every day about whether to turn on the fire or not.

Once I finished kneading the steamed buns, and it was her turn to light the fire. It was too cold to pick up any hard wood for the fire, so we lit the homework papers and old textbooks and put them on the stove, but we just added a small shovel of bituminous coal.

The fire on the paper was extinguished by the coals. I lit it many times, but the coals were not ignited.

It took too long for the kneaded buns to wake up, and they all grew crooked. I felt a little distressed, so I yelled at my sister. In anger, she knocked all my buns with a coal shovel, and I fought with her angrily.

Got one.

After I finished playing, I remembered that my parents hadn't eaten yet, and it took them a long time to steam the buns.

When the meal was delivered to the hospital, it was completely dark. My dad asked me what was going on, and I burst into tears...

My dad said, don’t cry, the children of the poor have already become the masters!

It’s true that I have suffered all kinds of hardships since I was a child. In order to grow up and no longer suffer hardships, I am very sensible and work hard!

Bitterness in childhood is not considered bitter. Without bitterness, where would the sweetness come from?

People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat one meal, you won't be hungry.

Anyone who wants to eat will go to the kitchen to cook.

I started cooking for myself occasionally in elementary school. In the literal sense, I started cooking in the kitchen since junior high school!

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, every Sunday morning while my parents were at work, I started to do my homework after breakfast. By about 9 a.m., I felt a little hungry, but I didn’t know how to cook complicated meals, so I turned on the coal stove and started cooking.

Put a clean wok on, then pour in cooking oil, and "fry eggs" like your parents did.

At that time, I was afraid that the oil would be splashed if the oil temperature was too high, so I would always pour the egg liquid into the wok when the oil temperature was 50 degrees, and then fry it slowly.

Once done, plug the coal stove.

After entering junior high school, I went to school early every morning, but my parents worked late, so I bought a box of instant noodles and cooked them myself every morning.

During the summer vacation of junior high school, my parents got off work late, so I turned off the fire around 10:30 in the morning and started cooking simple meals.

Stir-fry some sauce, cook some noodles, and eat noodles; pound some mashed garlic, mix it into garlic water, and eat cold noodles.

Every Spring Festival after I entered technical secondary school, I started to stir-fry.

After 2000, I can basically cook simple home-cooked meals.

In 2010, I started to follow the food experts in the food section of the information port to learn about restaurants that I had never cooked before.

From 2010 to 2016, I always liked to cook something new every day off.

After 2016, because I was busy with work and my children needed help with their homework, I seldom cooked for my family. However, I was still very good at cooking meals for one or two people.

My friend Zhang, who has been very passionate about food in the past seven or eight years, has gone from not knowing how to eat to becoming a "foodie" now.

As long as he likes the dishes he has eaten in the restaurant, he will start to imitate them at home. After imitating them a few times, the taste will be better than those in the restaurant!

Whether it's cooking instant noodles, stir-frying, or making dumplings, everyone knows how to cook a few dishes.

If you are a food lover, the food you cook will be full of color, aroma and taste; if you are not a food lover, you can also cook the rice and make yourself full!

I started learning to cook when I was ten years old.

At that time, I was malnourished and very short, not much taller than the stove.

To serve rice on a rice steamer (a wooden barrel-shaped rice steaming tool similar to a steamer), you have to hold a bench high enough.

At that time, rural areas used large iron pots (we call them Ershui pots) to cook rice and stir-fry, basically using firewood, because there was plenty of firewood in the countryside, as long as people were diligent.

There are many branches, bamboos and other trees of little use on Ziliu Mountain, which are good fuel after drying.

Usually, I have to do the cooking alone. I have to light the fire and cook the food at the same time, so I am very busy.

I have two brothers, neither of whom are very good at cooking. They have good excuses for not cooking. First, they can’t cook, and second, they don’t taste good.

So the most I can do is help light the fire.

Who said I don’t have a sister in my family?

At that time, I was most envious of other people's friends having older sisters.

I am so happy to have a sister who cooks, a sister who helps with laundry, and a child who is loved by my sister.

As the saying goes, children from poor families become masters early, and it is indeed true. As a teenager, I can not only do any farm work, but I can also cook meals for the whole family. Ordinary home-cooked dishes are still not a problem for me.

I can also make tofu curd, and I can provide one-stop service from soaking the soybeans to taking the tofu curd out of the pot.