Since I entered school, I have experienced many firsts, such as the first exam, the first prize, the first time surfing the Internet, the first time ... However, what impressed me most was the first cooking. Every time I think about it, I always smile.
It was Sunday, and my parents were not at home. I don't think I have ever helped my mother with the housework. This is a good opportunity. Let's cook a pot of rice and show it to my parents to make them happy.
Let's do it. I'll take out a pot of rice first. I heard my mother say that I should wash rice two or three times before cooking, so I learned from my mother to wash rice. But every time I wash rice, some "naughty boys" run away along the water. So after washing the rice, the rice is one third less. I poured the washed rice into the rice cooker, plugged it in and surfed the Internet myself.
Just as I was rushing hard, I didn't know where there was a "crack" sound. I followed the sound and found it coming from the kitchen. I immediately thought of the pot of rice and opened the lid. Oh, my God, is this my cooking? The colors are black and yellow. After tasting it, it is as hard as some pebbles. what can I do? I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I don't know what to do. Just when I was worried, my parents came back. My mother asked me, "Xingjian, what are you doing?" I said hesitantly, "I … I … do … do …" Hey, what's that smell? "My mother asked warily and came to the kitchen with my father. When I saw it, I understood everything. "Ha ha ha ....." I laughed so hard that my mother, who loves to laugh, burst into tears and my father bent down with laughter. Later, I learned that it was because I forgot to add water to the pot before cooking that it burned like this.
I think: what can't be done can only be successful if you observe with heart and learn with humility. This isn't it? There are still four waters under the "boil"!
Unforgettable first time
Life is full of "firsts": the first cooking, the first performance, the first pet ... and every "firsts" is like a line of footprints, printed on the road of our growth.
The most unforgettable "first time" is washing dishes. I remember that spring morning, the bright sunshine shone on the willow branches, and the spring breeze blew on the willow branches. The yard was suddenly filled with lively scenes. Mom and dad who are used to morning exercises can't help being attracted by all the love. They put down their bowls and chopsticks and ran into the yard, sometimes rubbing their hands with willows, and sometimes with the spring breeze. What a beautiful picture!
Looking at this touching scene, I also want to go down and kick a few feet to "sweep my legs". But when I saw the messy dining table and thought of my parents' hard work, I was not tempted. So I took out an empty basin, put the tableware after breakfast in it, took half a basin of water, poured in a few drops of detergent and soaked it, imitating my parents' "standardized" action: holding the bowl in my left hand and brushing it with my right hand, and brushing it quickly. In less than a minute, the "Symphony of Pots and Pots" and "Performance" ended. I looked left and right, admiring the fruits of my labor. At this time, a ray of sunshine shone in, and all the clean plates were shiny. I jump around like a kitten, let alone how happy I am!
At this time, my energetic parents came back and saw the kitchen with bright windows. They said happily to me, "You are old enough to wash dishes!" " What a good boy who loves his work! "I feel extremely happy when I look at my parents' gratified smiles. I think I can finally do something for my parents, and I will do more work for my parents in the future.
Nothing is difficult to the man who will try. After this "first time", I learned to have the courage to face everything and do it seriously. Only in this way can we do a good job and repay our parents' kindness.