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There are many firsts in our lives, but the first time I cooked was the most memorable.

That night, my mother had to work shifts, so I was asked to "cook" and eat by myself.

First of all, make good soy milk. I followed my mother's instructions and scooped some black rice and black sesame seeds in a small measuring cup, and then added some walnuts and rice. Then pour all of these into the soymilk machine, add a certain amount of water, cover the lid, and then turn on the power.

After choosing, I heard a "rumbling" sound coming from the soymilk machine.

You have to heat up the steamed buns! I struggled to lift the kettle, unplugged it, poured some boiling water into the rice cooker, and carefully put the steamed buns and flower rolls inside. Cover the lid, turn on the power again, and the light of the rice cooker will also turn on.

Then came what scared me the most! - Hot dishes.

Because my mother had already cooked all the dishes at noon, I just had to heat it up. But screwing the gas stove is still quite scary. I put my hand on the gas canister and twisted it to the left, but it couldn't move, and then twisted it to the right.

At this time, my right hand pinching the gas stove switch was already trembling, and I half-squatted down, twisting it to the left, "Bah", and I was so frightened that I immediately withdrew my hand. Hey? Why is there no fire?

I screwed the switch back again, and I had the courage to twist it again, but there was still no fire. I had no choice but to call my mother for help. Mom told me to press the switch down and twist it.

So I went to the gas stove again, pressed it hard, and there was another "bang", and the flames rushed up the bottom of the pot, which startled me again, and the gas stove finally turned on.

I waited in the kitchen for a while, but the air was getting choking and there was smoke. I simply turned off the gas stove, and the soy milk maker and rice cooker were ready. So I put the soy milk and vegetables together, brought out the steamed buns, and put them on the table together.

Eating the first meal I cooked by myself, I felt that this seemingly simple meal was so knowledgeable, and I couldn't help but think of how hard it was for my mother to cook ......

It's more bland and doesn't get a high score.