The Wildfire Rice 420 Words

Today is the first day of summer, and I am very happy because I can cook wildfire rice again.

Early in the morning, I went to call all the partners to my home to discuss how to divide the labor. They jumped at the chance to say, "I'll burn the fire." "

I'll get the firewood." I had no choice but to give in and say, "My brother and I will do the rest."

Then, my brother and I discussed the division of labor: he was in charge of buying, I was in charge of cutting, and then the two of us peeled and cleaned together. The division of labor was over, and we all went our separate ways.

Brother rode his bike quickly to the market to buy peas, salted meat and bamboo shoots, as well as sausages, drinks. Then, he immediately rode home and gave the things to me. I took the items, picked up the sausage and tore off its coating,

and cut it into pieces. At this point, my brother was not idle. He took the pea pods and put them on the table and peeled them. My sister went to the field behind the house to get firewood. She picked up a lot of firewood, enough for a wildfire meal. Wu didn't have anything to do in advance because she was in charge of the fire. Now she was not idle either, and volunteered to peel beans at my brother's place. Then, I cut the salted meat, peeled the bamboo shoots, and cut the bamboo shoots ......

After everything was ready, we started to cook the wildfire rice. The fire was a good one, so she got it going in no time at all. But the picnic didn't go very well. A little while later, Grandma

came to the place where we were burning the fire and took a board. She put the board under the pot. She didn't put it down right, and it tipped the pot over, and the contents poured out, but luckily it didn't boil, or the consequences on her hands would have been

unimaginable. We quickly cleaned up and started the fire again. This time, we were more careful with the fire because we had learned from the previous one, and the fire went smoothly. It didn't take long for the rice to finish cooking, so we

let it simmer for a while. Then, we took the pot back to our room and ate it. Because it was the fruit of our own labor, it tasted especially good.