As the saying goes, "Food is the most important thing for the people". Yes, we eat every day. Eating is so common that I don't remember it at all. I just need to speak at that time. Every time I walk out of the room, the delicious food is already on the table, and I have no idea of the difficulties and troubles of cooking. This winter vacation, my parents have to go to work, I am alone at home, and the "little emperor" at home has to cook in person!
Because it is the first time to cook, my mother has been telling me who should put how many meters and how many meters should be washed the night before ... but I always go in one ear and out the other, nodding mechanically. I thought to myself: just cooking, how difficult it is!
But who knows that it is easier to look at than to do, and finally I look forward to the first day of cooking. I carefully scooped a bowl of rice with a bowl, put it in a rice-washing bowl and connected it with water. I rubbed my rice so hard that I didn't wash it clean and spilled it all over the floor, and my hands were sticky with rice everywhere. When I really washed the rice, there was only half left. I slowly put the remaining half of the "survivors" into the rice cooker, covered it, plugged in the power supply, and did my homework by myself, full of expectations. Suddenly, I frowned, slapped my hand on the table and stood up: I forgot to add water! I hurried to the kitchen, and the meal exploded. How to eat? No way, I shook my head in dismay and bought four or two meals in the canteen. But I decided to cook tomorrow.
Finally looking forward to the next day.
I happily used up a bowl of rice scooped out of the rice bag and washed it carefully to prevent rice from falling into the pool. Everything is going well. Outside the window, it's very blue, and you can see a few people on the road rushing to the road. Occasionally, one or two leaves are blown out of strength by the wind, and they fall in the air and then fall to the ground. All this seems to indicate something. I put the rice into the rice cooker, added two bowls of water and dared not neglect it. I covered the lid and plugged in the power before I started doing my homework. Although my hand is writing, my heart has already flown into the kitchen, and I am happy to think that the white and fat rice grains jump into the bowl neatly.
However, the fact has gone in the opposite direction. The rice I cooked turned into porridge, and the water even overflowed from the pot!
God, when can I subdue this damn rice grain? We can't despise seemingly simple things. Only real practice makes perfect can we do simple things well!