The noodles I cooked for the first time were mostly instant noodles, and the more exact water was instant noodles, not instant noodles. Just add hot water to make a bag of instant noodles, and it will be done after a few minutes of boring. It can be said that it is not difficult, and basically even primary school students can do it. However, the noodles that Xiaobian cooked for the first time were really not instant noodles, but dried noodles. At that time, I thought it was not enough to eat, so I grabbed a handful and put them in the pot. I didn't expect the dried noodles to swell after absorbing water, and the water in the pot became less and less, but I had no choice but to continue adding water and then "fill the pot". It looked so terrible that I really wanted to cry at that time.

For many people, it seems easy to stir-fry a green vegetable. Just toss it over and over in the pot. However, after trying to stir-fry green vegetables, many friends realize that frying green vegetables is also our skill. It is quite embarrassing to see that the vegetables cooked by ourselves are yellow or undercooked for too long, and even the dogs at home are "disgusted". I started the experience of cooking fish in a hurry, thinking that cooking fish soup should not be too complicated, but it is a live fish. At that time, I didn't dare to handle live fish, so I grabbed it and threw it into the pot, then added water to cover the pot and cooked it, which was quite a failure.

hello, friend.

what was your first cooking experience?

I cooked for the first time in my life, and I still remember it vividly. That day, dad was on a business trip. Mom has gone to visit relatives and won't be able to come back for a short time. Tell me the food to be cooked when you leave. My heart is so proud, because this is a good opportunity for me to display my craft. So I only care about being proud, and I didn't hear much from my mother. I went to school with my schoolbag on my back

When I came back from school at night, I couldn't wait to open the door as soon as I got home. I just want to cook a delicious meal for my mother, and more importantly, give my mother a surprise to prove that I am sensible and grown up. I hurried into the back room, just put down my schoolbag, and suddenly I saw a note left by my mother on the kang.

It turns out that my mother didn't trust me, so she told me with a message again. What was written on the note was to tell me what to do. I took a casual look and left the note on the kang. I said to myself, "Do you still have to take such a trivial matter seriously?"? I'm not that stupid! Just wait and see. " After thinking like this, my heart is full of joy

. Then, I first brush the pot clean and put in water and rice. After everything is ready, the next step is to raise the fire, because the firewood is wet because it has just snowed.

I lit it many times, but I didn't light it. Not only did it not catch fire, but the room was full of smoke. It made me cry, and I looked for dry wood everywhere. In fact, my mother had already prepared it, and she seemed to test me. She put the dry wood in the hut. I finally found it, and the fire finally lit. I just breathed a sigh of relief. After I let out all the cigarettes in the room, the meal was almost ready. I tidy up the house. Sitting on the stool, panting

I sat on the stool, resting and thinking, "It's easier to look at than to do." It suddenly occurred to me that my mother got up early and went to bed late every day to cook for our family and work. How hard she worked! How difficult it is! Sometimes I am picky about food, sometimes I complain that my cooking is not delicious, and sometimes my mother is too busy to let me help, and I still feel troublesome. The more I think about it, the more I feel sorry for my mother.

My heart is very sad. I used to be so ignorant. From now on, I must love my parents dearly, honor them, and come home from school to help my mother do some housework as much as I can. That's when I really grew up. I blushed for thinking about it, just because I was not sensible before. < P > One day my mother will go to farm and it will take a long time to come back. Mother gave me the task of cooking dinner when she left. My heart is so proud, because this is a good opportunity for me to display my craft. So I only care about being proud, and I didn't hear much from my mother. I went to school with my schoolbag on my back.

when I came back from school at night, I couldn't wait to open the door as soon as I got home. I just want to cook a delicious meal for my mother, and more importantly, give my mother a surprise to prove that I am sensible and grown up. I hurried into the back room, just put down my schoolbag, and suddenly I saw a note left by my mother on the kang. It turned out that my mother didn't trust me, so she used a message to tell me again. What was written on the note was to tell me what to do. I took a casual look and left the note on the kang. I said to myself, "Do you still have to take such a trivial matter seriously?"? I'm not that stupid! Just wait and see. " After thinking like this, my heart is full of joy. Then, I first brush the pot clean and put in water and rice. After everything is ready, the next step is to raise the fire, because the firewood is wet because it has just snowed. I lit it many times and didn't light it. Not only did it not catch fire, but it also made the room full of smoke. It made me cry, and I looked for dry wood everywhere. In fact, my mother had already prepared it, and she seemed to test me. She put the dry wood in the hut. I finally found it, and the fire finally lit. I just breathed a sigh of relief. After I let out all the cigarettes in the room, the meal was almost ready. I tidy up the house. Sitting on the stool, panting.

I sat on the stool, resting and thinking, "It's really easier to look at than to do." It suddenly occurred to me that my mother got up early and went to bed late every day to cook for our family and work. How hard she worked! How difficult it is! Sometimes I am picky about food, sometimes I complain that my cooking is not delicious, and sometimes my mother is too busy to let me help, and I still feel troublesome. The more I think about it, the more I feel sorry for mom.

conclusion: my heart is very uncomfortable. I used to be so ignorant. From now on, I must love my parents, honor them and help my mother do some housework as much as I can when I get home from school. That's when I really grow up. I think about blushing, just because I didn't understand before ...