What impressed me most was the first time I cooked rice. Every time I think about this I can't help but smile.

It was a Sunday and my father and mother were not at home. I think I have never helped my mother with housework. This time is a good opportunity. Let’s cook a pot of rice and show my parents my skills. Make them happy and happy.

I just did it. I took out a pot of rice first. I heard my mother say that you should wash the rice 2 to 3 times before cooking, so I followed my mother's example and washed the rice. But every time the rice is washed, some "little naughty" "escape" along the water. Therefore, after washing the rice, one-third of the rice is missing. I poured the washed rice into the rice cooker, plugged it in, and went to surf the Internet by myself.

Just when I was rushing hard, I heard a "cracking" sound from somewhere. I followed the sound and found that it was coming from the kitchen. I immediately thought of the pot of rice. I opened the lid and took a look. Oh, my God, is this the rice I cooked? The color is black and yellow. When I tasted it, it was as hard as pebbles. What to do? I'm as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Don't know what to do. Just when I was worried, my parents came back. My mother asked me: "Xingjian, what are you doing?" I said hesitantly: "I...I...do...do..." "Hey, what does it smell like?" My mother asked alertly, talking to my father while asking. We came to the kitchen together, and when we saw it, we all understood, and laughed "Hahaha...", which made my mother, who always loved to laugh, burst into tears, and my father also laughed so hard that he bent over. Later I found out that it was because I forgot to add water to the pot before cooking, so it burned like this.

I think: Only by observing carefully and learning humbly can you succeed.

Isn’t this? There is still four points of water under "boil"!