Listening to the sound of the cooking oil in the frying pan,
The way the fire dancing around.
The smell of the home cook meal set an alarm,
I feel my tummy moving round and round.
How I dislike to cook back then,
I just love to eat more often.
And watching my Mama or Papa cooking,
And when he's busy mixing,
And I'm behind him...
I hurriedly pick a few and slowly move unseen.
But the day came that I really need to learn,
I need to know not just for my boss concern.