The phrase "Do it yourself and have plenty of food and clothing" is widely circulated among the people. And I really "did it myself" once, which made me deeply realize the difficulty of cooking.
I remember that at dinner that day, my cousin and my family had a good time eating under the lamp, and we talked about things we were interested in while eating. Just as I was talking, the adults suddenly suggested that I cook dinner with my cousin. My cousin and I both replied, "What's so difficult about cooking? Easy to get! " Grandpa, the best cook at home, smiled and said, "Not necessarily!" ……
As soon as our eyes are closed and opened, time flies by us. In a blink of an eye, the next afternoon, my brother and I walked into the kitchen with confidence and got ready. However, the kitchen, which I thought was too familiar to be familiar with, suddenly seemed as strange as a changed face. My brother and I searched in the kitchen for a long time before we found the materials we needed. The menu was set, and I made two side dishes in a hurry before I found out that we used broken sugar as salt. Oh ... to make matters worse, we didn't put oil at all! No wonder our food is burnt. ...
When cooking the last two dishes, we choose to make "Mapo Tofu" first. Add oil, pepper, pepper ... and finally shovel it out. Made a delicious dish of Mapo tofu, and my parents praised it ... but the reality is often the opposite. Suddenly, a pungent smell of paste came into close contact with my nose, and I protested all over. I came to my senses and realized-no, it was burnt! My brother and I quickly lifted the pot down. They put the pot into the water while covering their noses and mouths. I covered my hands tightly, but I still coughed badly ... In the end, after two attempts, it was still made, but the room was full of white smoke, but fortunately, although the smell was a bit heavy, cigarettes "dressed up" the room into a "fairyland".
When the family comes back, they sort out their troubles in an orderly way. Grandpa instructed us to cook all vegetables and rice.
It began to taste bad, and the family began to eat and pick up vegetables one by one. But my brother and I didn't want to eat, so we began to ask our family, "Is it delicious? ……"。 The answer is one-not bad. We began to taste it with trepidation-well, not bad! The family is talking again. ...
Cooking for the first time in summer vacation made me feel how difficult it was for my parents to go home and cook after a hard day. I can't help but want to say, "Cooking is really difficult!" .