Some children eat very reluctantly. Mothers have to resort to all sorts of tricks just to feed their beloved child. But soon so many unwilling eaters appeared that a special land called the Land of Unwilling Eaters was created for them, where all children who refused to eat what their parents prepared would end up.
Sasha was also an unwilling eater. It took a lot of time to feed him: first you had to find out what he would eat, then you had to prepare it, and then you had to spend a long time convincing the boy to eat. This went on for quite a while, but one day the boy woke up in an unfamiliar place. Everything around him was strange.
In the distance, a small house was visible. The boy headed towards it. Sasha went inside, but found no one there. He heard a clattering sound coming from one of the rooms and followed it.
Sasha saw that on the kitchen counter, cutlery and dishes were playing around. Spoons tried to chase forks, pots argued about something.
Can you talk?
Sasha suddenly asked.
We can. Who are you?
All the dishes asked in unison.
My name is Sasha. Yesterday I went to sleep at home, and I woke up here. Where am I?
The boy wondered.
I see. You're another unwilling eater.
What?
Sasha asked again.
Unwilling eaters are children who don't eat what their parents prepare for them.
But I do eat!
Sasha said.
Without any fussing?
The pot asked sarcastically.
Of course.
Sasha said evasively and immediately blushed.
Strange. Usually only fussy children who refuse to eat what their parents prepared come here. But if there's some mistake, don't worry, you'll be home soon.
The pot said.
The pot was the head of the kitchen. After all, most dishes were prepared in it. And therefore it met unwilling eaters more often than anyone else.
Then Sasha's stomach rumbled.
I'm hungry.
The boy suddenly announced.
In our country, everyone has to cook for themselves. Magic dishes and cutlery can only help a little.
The pot said.
But I don't know how to cook. My mom usually feeds me and cooks for me too.
Sasha said and began to cry.
Tears won't help here. I have beef broth inside me, we can try to make soup.
The pot offered.
But I don't know how.
Sasha answered through tears.
There's a cookbook on the table, it has recipes. You can read, can't you?
I can.
The boy said indignantly.
Sasha took out the cookbook and began looking for a soup recipe. When he found it, he started looking for the necessary ingredients. For the soup he needed 3-4 potatoes, 1 carrot, 1 onion, a little vermicelli and herbs: parsley, dill and green onions. Sasha found all of this in the kitchen. A knife helped him peel and cut the potatoes and onion. The carrot had to be grated, and the utensils helped with that too.
Meanwhile, the pot climbed onto the stove and soon the broth began to boil.
Put the onion in me first, then the potatoes.
The pot commanded.
Sasha did as he was told. After the onion and potatoes, Sasha added the carrot to the broth, and after a while the vermicelli went into the pot. Then he added a little salt. And after 10 minutes, chopped herbs were added to the soup.
The soup is ready. You can taste it.
The pot announced solemnly.
Sasha immediately sat down at the table. A ladle poured soup from the pot into a bowl, and the bowl appeared right in front of the boy. Sasha eagerly began to eat the soup he had prepared himself. After the bowl was empty, he asked for seconds. So Sasha ate two bowls of soup.
What delicious food. I didn't think that making soup takes so much time and effort.
Sasha declared.
Yes, cooking is quite a laborious task. And now we can rest. An afternoon nap is very beneficial.
The pot said.
The boy found a room in the house with a large bed, lay down on it and fell asleep. He slept for several hours, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself sleeping in his own room. He heard his mother's voice calling him for breakfast. He immediately ran to the kitchen, hugged his mother and ate all his breakfast in a few minutes.
Now the boy Sasha eats without fussing, to the joy of his parents.
