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　　Cooking
        　　By Zhong Wanting
        　　Before this summer, I always regarded the kitchen stove as something
formidable. But this summer, my parents decided that I should learn some
cooking.
        　　‘How can you LIVE in the future if you don’t even know how to COOK for
yourself? Go to fast food chains everyday?’ My parents often teased me like
this. So this summer, I’m determined to master the art of cooking.
        　　The first step of course, was to learn to sauté vegetables. My first try
was bitter gourd.
        　　‘I don’t think your dish would be edible.’ Dad suggested jokingly.
        　　I only retorted, ‘Wait and see!’
        　　I felt a little nervous but also rather excited as I stood ready at the
stove, holding the shovel and staring at the pan, which was beginning to heat up
on the flames. I watched almost impatiently as the oil sizzled cheerily.
        　　Now it was ready. ‘What should I do next Mum?’ I asked over the usual
kitchen racket.
        　　‘Add the bitter gourds into the pan. And be quick!’
        　　‘Oh…’ Under her command, I reached for the basket of bitter gourds and
dumped all of them into the sizzling pan. There was loud crackling as oil
splashed and I stepped back instinctively, trying to avoid the sparks. ‘Ouch!!’
I got splattered on the right hand and jumped aside as quickly as possible, but
there was no time to care about that. I pushed the shovel quite clumsily,
turning the gourds over and over. Their color seemed to alter.
        　　‘Should I add some salt now?’
        　　‘Yes.’
        　　‘And how much should I add?’
        　　‘A spoonful would be enough.’
        　　‘All right.’
        　　I cautiously scooped up a spoonful of salt and shook it into the pan. I
continued to stir the vegetables in the pan. The color became more pleasing. The
oil crackled in a dull, cheerful way. One piece of gourd was thrown out of the
pan because of my violent movements with the shovel, and I had to fling it back
into the pan, trying to subdue contact with it to the minimum.
        　　Soon, the vegetables were ready to be served. I shoveled the gourds into a
plate, smiling satisfyingly. I had successfully completed the task!
        　　When we sat down to eat, I kept piling bitter gourds in my parents’ bowls
enthusiastically. ‘What do you think? How do they taste like? Tuck in!’ My
parents—even Dad-- both praised me for my outstanding cooking and I returned a
broad smile.
        　　Cooking doesn’t seem so horrible to me now. Actually, I find it very fun
and I’m always volunteering to cook!