Some children eat with great reluctance. Mothers have to resort to all sorts of tricks just to feed their beloved child. But soon there were so many such reluctant eaters that a country called the Land of Reluctance appeared for them, where all children who refused to eat what their parents prepared ended up.
Sasha was also a reluctant 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 persuading the boy to eat. This went on for quite a while, but one day the boy woke up in an unfamiliar place. Everything around was strange.
In the distance, a small house was visible. The boy headed towards it. Sasha entered inside, but found no one there. He heard a clanking sound coming from one of the rooms and followed it.
Sasha saw that cutlery and dishes were playing on the kitchen. Spoons tried to catch 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 woke up here. Where am I?
The boy was surprised.
I see. You're another reluctant eater.
Who?
Sasha asked again.
Reluctant eaters are children who don't eat what their parents cook for them.
But I do eat!
Sasha said.
Without any fussing?
The pot asked mockingly.
Of course.
Sasha said evasively and immediately blushed.
Strange. Usually only fussy children who refuse to eat what their parents prepared come to us. But if there's some kind of mistake, don't worry, you'll be home soon.
The pot said.
The pot in the kitchen was in charge. After all, dishes were most often cooked in it. And therefore it met reluctant eaters more often than anyone else.
Then Sasha's stomach rumbled.
I'm hungry.
The boy suddenly announced.
In our country, everyone must cook for themselves. Magic dishes and cutlery can only help a little.
The pot said.
But I don't know how to cook. Mom usually feeds me and cooks for me too.
Sasha said and began to cry.
Tears won't help here. I have meat broth inside, we can try to make soup.
The pot offered.
But I can't.
Sasha answered through tears.
There's a cookbook on the table, it has recipes, you can read, can't you?
I can.
The boy muttered indignantly.
Sasha took out the cookbook and began looking for a soup recipe. When he found it, he began looking for the necessary ingredients. For 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, as well as the onion. The carrot had to be grated, and the utensils helped Sasha 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. Following the onion and potatoes, Sasha also put carrots into the broth, and after a while vermicelli was added to 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 found himself at the table. A ladle poured soup from the pot into a plate, and the plate appeared right in front of the boy. Sasha began to eat the soup he had prepared with great appetite. After the plate was empty, he asked for seconds. So Sasha ate two bowls of soup.
What a delicious treat. I didn't think that making soup takes so much time and effort.
Sasha declared.
Yes, cooking food is quite a troublesome task. And now you can sleep. An afternoon nap is very useful.
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 his entire breakfast in a few minutes.
Now the boy Sasha eats without fussing, to the joy of his parents.
