How old were you when you started cooking in the kitchen?

Today, when I saw a question from a netizen, I couldn't help thinking of a story when I was a child, because it was the first time I cooked, which was unforgettable. It is also a far-reaching cooking attempt, which is still fresh in my memory. Every time I think of different feelings in my heart, scenes like movies bring me back to my childhood at the age of seven.

I remember that I just turned 7 years old and came home from school, and my parents were still busy with farm work. I remember that it was a busy season for harvesting wheat, so I thought my parents worked so hard and my mother had to cook when she came back. I couldn't eat for a long time, so I tried to cook by myself. If only they could cook good food when they come back! What a happy thing! And I have a great sense of accomplishment myself! As a result, I thought about it and started cooking, so I started cooking for the first time.

I learned from my mother's usual cooking style, rolled up my sleeves and began to clean the pot, but because the stove was too high for me to reach, I had to move a chair and stand on it to cook. After washing the pot, I added a few spoonfuls of water to the pot, and then began to wash rice. After the meal was washed, I poured it directly into the pot, covered the lid and started to burn. In fact, I was uneasy at that time, and there were many problems in my mind. What if we burn the pot? What if the rice is not cooked well? What if my bad parents come back and hit me? What should I do if the firewood is not ready and there is a fire? There seems to be a hundred thousand reasons beating me in my heart, but it has already started, so hurry up, or my parents will come back soon, so I added more firewood and increased my firepower.

At that time, our family had three pots. Usually, the big pot is cooked, the steamed bread is heated in the back pot, and the cooking is done in the small pot. So, after the fire was lit, I stood on the chair and wiped the pot clean, added water and put the steamed bread in. I was burning, the cauldron was steaming, and the porridge in the cauldron overflowed, so I continued to cook. As a result, before I could cook, my parents came back to watch me cook. I was very surprised. But look at my cooking, haha, I don't know what my parents were feeling at that time, maybe they had mixed feelings. A large pot of porridge is boiled into dry rice. How to drink without water? And the pot is burnt, the rice is black and can't be eaten; Look at the back pot. Steamed bread is like an old stove. It's all burnt and can't be eaten. The first cooking failed.