The Perfect Kitchen Lets You Learn to Taste Your Life

Some people are jealous of their neighbors' diamond rings and premium sports cars. I am often jealous of their kitchen. I like to cook, and I spend almost all of my free time in the kitchen. I hope to have a cooking paradise: an oversized freezer; a breakfast table that can hold 20 people; precious tableware for 50 people; a double-layer oven; 6 cooker eyes and an electric stove with a barbecue.

A new friend invited us to dinner. "Big" is not enough to describe her house. At that time, my kitchen was so small that both people were too crowded. I longed for the hostess to show me the kitchen, but she led us directly into the restaurant. The tableware on the table was luxurious enough to entertain the royal family. Dinner was set up, and my curiosity grew a little bit. I want to see where these foods were born, and they must be beautiful too.

The dinner was of course impeccable. It should be so because the perfect kitchen makes the perfect meal! But when I left the door, I suddenly noticed that an empty carton of take-away food was exposed in her stainless steel trash bin. Seeing my amazement, the hostess smiled and said, "I hate cooking," she spread out her hands, "I always only buy ready-made from restaurants."

I was suddenly proud of my small kitchen, at least I had a master who loved cooking. My friend has a cooking paradise but has never experienced the happiness of cooking in the kitchen. I enjoy cooking time very much. Maybe happiness is in everyone's heart and has nothing to do with the matter.