My kitchen is my favorite place in the house.

If you ask me which is my favorite place in our house, I will say in one word – our kitchen. It is not just a place to cook, but to me it is like the heart and soul of the house. The kitchen is not very modern or flashy. But everything there is, it seems to be made to be our own. Small tiles are installed on the walls, the designs of which are old but still look nice. There are two shelves, on which all the necessary things are kept, such as oil, spice jars, bowls and plates. Although it is a little messy, I know exactly where everything is.

Our cooking equipment is a simple gas oven. Every morning, rice pots or bread pans are placed in this oven. On hot days, if you open the window, there is a lot of air. There is a small iron grill by the window, where the handles are hung. You can see the outside through the window, and when the morning light comes in, the house sparkles.

​In one corner of the kitchen, there is a sink for washing dishes. That's where all the dirty dishes are stored at the end of the day. While cooking or washing dishes, sometimes water spills and gets the tiles wet. But what's the matter? After a while, everything dries up again.
​This kitchen is where the smells of everyday food waft – sometimes the sweet smell of fried fish, sometimes the sweet aroma of boiled vegetables, and sometimes the steam of hot rice. When my mother or someone else in the house cooks, I often stand by. I help a little, and we talk.

​In fact, the kitchen is not just about preparing food. It's where all the joys, laughter, and love stories of our family ripen. From the beginning to the end of the day, this room draws us closer together. To me, this little kitchen is the best place in the world.

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