I remember that at noon that day, I was watching TV, and my mother, who should have been off work, suddenly called to say that she had something to do at noon and didn't come home. Let me get something to eat myself. Dad is not at home either. I wanted to find some money to buy a bag of instant noodles to make do. But I rummaged through the cupboard for a long time and didn't find a penny. So, I had to make a helpless move-cooking by myself.

To start, first of all, I scooped up a bowl of rice and put in a bowl and a half of water. Of course, this is entirely intuitive. I carefully poured the rice into the rice cooker, plugged it in, and pressed the button to cook, and everything was fine.

But what to cook? Another problem followed, and I immediately remembered the egg cake steamed by my mother. Yes, the egg cake is delicious and simple, so I decided to make a bowl of egg cake.

After deciding what to cook, I took out two eggs from the refrigerator, knocked them gently on the stove, and then broke them with my thumb, and the egg white and yolk inside fell firmly into the bowl; Then, I used the same method to deal with another egg. I used chopsticks to learn how my mother usually beat egg cakes and mix the eggs evenly. By my intuition, I put a proper amount of oil, salt and water into the bowl, stirred it up again, and then it was sent to the microwave oven. I pressed the button of steaming vegetables, and in a short time, the delicious egg cake was served and the rice was ready.

Just when I was allowed to eat, my mother was not at ease, and called to say that she would let me go to my uncle's house for dinner, and said that she would let me go directly. I proudly told her, "No, I have cooked the meal. Don't worry, your daughter has grown up."

In this way, in this summer vacation, I learned a life skill, cooking, although forced, but I still realized the joy of labor.