Why learn to cook?

I cooked millet porridge and fried eggs for myself today. A person's dinner, eating his own cooking, is more comfortable than loneliness.

Why should I teach myself to cook? The first reason is probably because I am angry with my mother. Looking back, there is an interesting story behind it.

When we were young, we had an ideological and moral lesson. The book says that primary school students should help their parents do some housework within their power.

For a long time, I took it for granted that I would feel ashamed after listening to this "lecture". After school, I ran home and said to my mother, "I want to cook!" " "

Mom smiled and said, "You are young, and the kitchen is too dangerous. Don't make trouble in the kitchen, learn when you grow up. "

So, my dream was killed in the cradle.

But when I really grew up, when I thought I could learn to cook, my mother euphemistically refused me on the grounds that a girl who could cook would have endless meals at her husband's house.

In this way, I still can't cook until I graduate from college. When I am not at home, I eat school restaurants and street snacks. I stayed at home on holiday and ate a sumptuous meal cooked by my mother.

Even under the influence and education of my mother, I don't think girls should learn to cook.

However, when I first joined the work, the unit didn't have a canteen, so I had to go to a roadside stall to buy rice. A colleague found out and asked in surprise, "How do you buy rice every day?" I proudly said, "I can't cook!" "

Colleagues left with smiles. From then on, I was laughed at for not being able to cook, and even became a "giant baby" in the eyes of my colleagues. I realized it was a shame not to be able to cook.

When I got home, I asked my mother to teach me how to cook. She turned me down without hesitation as before.

In order to get angry, I began to study and study how to cook by myself. In this way, I learned to cook.

Why did I just learn to cook? The second reason is that I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor by cooking.

Although there were many difficulties in cooking at first, there were also many jokes. For example, because the oil in the pot was too hot, I added water, which caused a flame one meter high in the pot. For example, we made our own tomatoes and scrambled eggs, and finally fried the tomatoes and eggs to pieces.

But anyway, my cooking has made great progress. I am very satisfied with a table of dishes I have carefully arranged.

Now that I am happy to go to the kitchen, my mother still looks distressed and lets me have a good rest. However, cooking can bring me fun, so why not enjoy the process again?