"Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing." Yes, this sentence is absolutely true. I remember it was a Sunday morning. That day, I learned how to cook.

It was about eight o'clock in the morning. I saw my parents were still sleeping soundly, so I tiptoed out of bed. I walked carefully to the second floor and opened the refrigerator to see if there was anything delicious, because I was hungry. I saw eggs and pork in the refrigerator. Alas, there are so few, how can I cook them? But I also thought about my mother getting up every morning, washing up, and then leaving without eating breakfast. The newspaper also said that if you don't eat breakfast, you will get older. Mom is only thirty-seven this year, and I don’t want her to grow old! so. I decided to make breakfast for my mother.

I washed the rice, added water, put it in the pot, and pressed the button. I thought it should be ok! Okay, now let’s make delicious scrambled eggs and meat. My mother often cooks it for me, and I watch it every time. If I do this every day, I will be a little bit good at it. But I have a childhood shadow: One day, I was watching my mother cooking as usual, and suddenly, the oil in the pot spurted out. It happened to spray on my hand. It hurt so much. I kept crying and almost rolled on the ground. My mother hurriedly got the toothpaste and gently applied it on my hand. God. It feels cool and very comfortable! To this day, it still haunts me.

I turned on the gas first, waited until the pot was hot, and then put the oil down. Ah, the oil is going to spurt out again, run away! I stumbled and hit the door. Grandma heard the noise, got up, glanced at the pot, then looked at me in a panic, smiled, and said, "Canyu, are you hungry? Come on, let me teach you how to cook!" I listened. After hearing what grandma said, I immediately regained my confidence and said quickly: "Okay, okay, it's great to have grandma, a wonderful chef, help me!"

Grandma said: "Canyu, you didn't beat the eggs. The meat needs to be cut, too. Yes, there is cooking. Well, you didn’t turn on the switch."

Time passed, and it was delicious. The meal is ready.

My mother got up, smelled the fragrance, and said, "Who made breakfast?"

I proudly said, "Of course it's your baby girl!"< /p>

"Thank you."

"Nothing is difficult in the world, only if you are willing." Because of my sincere dedication, I understand this truth.