My entire family cooks and loves food so I grew up in a very food oriented house. As a kid my mom slowly taught me how to make food for myself. For breakfast I used to go downstairs and yell “I’M HUUUUUUUNGRY!!!!” Yes, I was spoiled and embarrassed about that part of my life and feel bad for my family enduring that. But the result was my mom taught me to make my own grill cheese sandwiches. Then I made my own sandwiches for school. Later on I learned how to boil frozen dumplings so I could feed myself at home on the weekends, and later my mom taught me to make basic fried rice with scrambled egg. Pretty much from there I learned how to stir fry vegetables and such.
The first time I ever made rice I didn’t add any water at all to the cooker so we didn’t have rice that night. Eventually I figured out the perfect water/rice ratio that made really good rice (for the number of cups of rice I washed, I subtracted half a cup of water and it turned out great) so it became my duty to wash the rice. My mom would also give me some vegetable prep work to do like snapping ends of string beans or peeling veggies.