One day, the house was empty, and the stove and the frying pan were playfully bickering. The frying pan teased,

"Stove, why are you so cold? You're pretty useless. Everyone dislikes you now."

The stove retorted,

"Frying pan, you're so empty, there's nothing inside you. Everyone dislikes frying pans now."

The frying pan argued,

"It's you who's useless. I'm the skilled one. I can fry fish, stir-fry vegetables, and cook rice... The food becomes delicious when it enters my belly. Who wouldn't like that?"

The stove, looking puzzled, responded,

"Well, maybe. But... let me think for a moment."

At noon, Mom Bi Bi returned home, fired up the stove, and placed the frying pan on it. Mom started frying eggs, and the mouthwatering aroma filled the house.

The frying pan proudly proclaimed,

"Stove, did you see that? I made the eggs smell so good. I'm genuinely skilled, right?"

The stove, somewhat convinced and somewhat skeptical, replied,

"Well, the eggs were right next to me, but I didn't smell anything, and they turned out delicious when they entered your belly. You must be very skilled."

Then, Mom Bi Bi stir-fried beef with cabbage, and it was incredibly delicious. Seeing the frying pan's pride, the stove felt even more insecure and lamented,

"I can't do anything; I'm just boring!"

After a while, as Mom was about to fry fish, suddenly, the stove went out with a loud bang. The gas had run out. The fish lay beside the stove, turning pale and emitting a fishy smell. The stove called out,

"Frying pan, why did you leave the fish lying there on the plate, and why does it have a fishy smell? Cook it!"

The frying pan thought to itself, "Without fire, how can I cook!" but to save face, it restrained itself and said,

"I'm too tired, just taking a little rest. I'll cook later; just leave it to me!"

The frying pan whispered to itself, "Even if you're tasked with many things like the stove, you still need moments of rest. I'm thoughtless!"

Later on, Mom called someone to bring a gas cylinder. After the gas cylinder was replaced by the technician, Mom ignited the flame. A blue flame burst out, radiating intense heat. Mom placed the frying pan on the stove and poured oil into it. The oil sizzled. As soon as she put a fish in the pan, Mom heard the phone ring upstairs. Mom and Bi Bi rushed upstairs. Mom was busy talking on the phone and forgot about frying the fish. The fire kept burning.

The frying pan exclaimed,

"Oh my goodness, I'm too hot! What should I do now, what should I do now!"

The fish in the pan started turning golden, then black, crackling, and burning. The fish cried out,

"I'm burned, don't burn me anymore!"

But the frying pan was helpless. Then, the fish burned black. The frying pan felt bitter because the burned fish stuck tightly to its belly. The frying pan desperately shouted,

"Stove, save me, please. Stop cooking!"

The stove was surprised and said,

"What can I do!"

At that moment, the frying pan spoke sincerely,

"Without you, I can't cook the food properly. If you burn like this, everything will be burnt!"

The stove didn't know how to handle the situation, but upstairs, Bi Bi smelled something burning and quickly shouted, "Mom, the fish is burnt!" Acting swiftly, Bi Bi ran downstairs and turned off the stove. The frying pan let out a sigh of relief, saying,

"Thank goodness, the pain is gone!"

At that moment, the stove said,

"Now the food doesn't taste good anymore; it just smells burnt. What happened to your skills?"

Bi Bi listened quietly to the conversation between the frying pan and the stove. When the frying pan confidently declared, "It's unfortunate that I burned the food. I'm the skilled one who can cook all kinds of dishes!" Bi Bi burst into laughter. The frying pan was startled and asked,

"Why are you laughing at me?"

The stove also asked,

"What's so funny?"

Bi Bi chuckled and said,

"Oh, you don't know, do you? It's my mom who can cook. Without my mom cooking, no frying pan can properly cook the food!"

Mom Bi Bi turned on the stove, placed the frying pan on it, poured oil, and started frying the fish again. This time, Mom stood by the stove, using chopsticks to flip the fish in the pan. The oil sizzled, and the fish gradually turned golden, emitting a fragrant and tempting aroma. Bi Bi asked the frying pan and the stove,

"So, who is the best at cooking?"

Both the frying pan and the stove replied in unison,

"Mom Bi Bi is the best at cooking!"

Mom Bi Bi smiled kindly and said,

"Everyone is skilled. We need the stove and the gas to have a fire. We need the frying pan to cook the food. You, stove, only control and coordinate the work between us!"

Everyone laughed together, and the aroma of the food filled the air, delightful and enticing...

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