Cooking story

Its been awhile since the kitchen at my house smoked. My mom had been the best cook ive ever met . Im turning 18 in July ,so i asked myself, when am I going to learn how she cooks? If I continue my study far away from home, who's going to cook? Hmm thats going to be a big problem. 

Lately, my mom is abit busy with her work on the weekdays . My dad will always buy outside food for dinner. And one unfortunate day, I got a fever. I was so weak the whole day. I cant even taste anything. All i feel like doing is lay on my bed and sleep. I slept for 6hours on the afternoon. I just cant get up. The only thing i ate was milo and cheesebread in the morning. And i couldnt swallow anything after that. 

Thankfully on the next day i was healthy again Alhamdulillah but i couldnt eat outside food anymore. My throat just wont swallow. So I think its time for me to learn how to cook. Since that day i started cooking and exploring the kitchen . I never actually cook lauk like all moms do because err well, the internet era ya see (u only go to the kitchen for maggi and do the simple things)haha. But eversince that day i realized , I shouldve learnt it from my mom earlier. But its never too late i guess. My mom is willing to teach me from time to time yayy. 

She said that 'i think its time nana' . And im like 'yes mak ,nana rasa its time' haiyaaak!*ninja stare*

This is one of the little secrets of mine hoho, 

Sincerely,

Liyana :)