Do you still remember your childhood? Can you tell me your story?

When I was a child, I felt that the last time I did things was when I didn’t have to think about the consequences. It was almost lawless. I have been fostered in my grandmother's house since I was a child. I am the only child in the family, so I am by myself most of the time. I have everything to eat, drink, and play, and I am like a little bully.

At my grandma’s house, I like to rummage around, empty out everything, and then dismantle and assemble it at will. Especially when I see something to eat, I get even more excited. Every time I see a good kitchen, it becomes a mess. Fortunately, my grandparents pampered me at that time, so I was spared the fate of being beaten, haha.

I remember one time, my parents came to see me. Because I was still young at the time, I was more indifferent, so I hid behind the door fearfully and stared at them with my little head exposed. Grandma pulled me out, and I ran outside alone again and went straight to the kitchen. Yes, it's not closed, and there's food inside. In this way, the child's nature is stimulated.

My thoughts at the time actually moved me a little when I think about it now. What I thought was that I would repay them by cooking a meal for them (in fact, I also wondered why I had such an idea, because I was just over four years old at the time).

I started right away. I took out the steamed buns and sweet potatoes from the steamed bun frame and cut them into pieces with a knife in a decent manner. (It should be section by section), and then carefully put them in a large bowl that I washed. I used all the seasonings available at home, especially sesame oil. I remember this very clearly because I really liked the smell of sesame oil at that time, so I bought half a bottle of it.

Then I washed a few dishes and put them inside in a serious manner.

At that time, I turned around and thought, hey, there are so many people, how can such a small amount be enough to eat. So I climbed into the chicken coop at home and took a few eggs. According to grandma's appearance. Crack the eggs on the rim of the bowl a few times, then open the eggs and put them into the bowl. I was careful and even pulled out two green onions to prepare fried green onions and eggs.

But in the end I found that I couldn’t fire, so I decided to take what I had just made first and let my grandma come over to light the fire for me. I put the small plate into the small tray, held it in one hand and walked directly into the living room, shouting, "Here you come, guest, please taste." The four adults in the audience were dumbfounded. But my grandma reacted quickly and rushed into the kitchen immediately. So, the first meal I cooked was ruined before it was finished.

It is said that I ruined several days of food. It's okay now. The adults still laughed when they talked about it, which made me want to crawl into the ground in embarrassment. However, sometimes when I think about it now, I feel that I am so smart. I can cook at the age of four. Is this IQ comparable to that of the sun? Haha

This is one thing, and there are many more. At that time, I ran around all day with the children outside. When it rained, I would catch birds, pick mushrooms, and sometimes we would go in groups to pick grapes secretly. However, there will be some small retribution. Once, my whole body was stuck in the mud. I washed for a long time that night, crying while washing.

My childhood, I smile happily every time I think of it. I felt so happy at that time. I didn't have as much pressure as I do now. I never had to worry about what would happen if I failed the final exam, and I didn't have to worry about what to wear or what kind of work to do when I went out. However, since people grow up, they must learn to accept growing up.