1 . When I moved to Washington, D.C., I left everything behind._________new acquaintances with home-cooked meals was my best attempt at making new friends and curing my _________. I don’t want to_________, but my food is pretty good. Soon enough, everyone was asking me for the _________, which is how Bun Bo Bae, my cooking blog, came to be.

I _________ most of my childhood in the kitchen with my mom. As a kid , I’d sit and watch her cook. My _________ and love for cooking started with _________ her the ingredients during the cooking process. Soon, I was on my way toward kitchen mastery. _________, I left for college before 1 could learn her best dishes.

I went to study in France, I was living alone and _________ homesick. So, I started calling my mom and asking for the recipes for my __________ dishes. It __________ that my mom didn’t have any recipes. She grew up in the __________ with her mom too, and my grandma passed on her knowledge __________. Now it was my turn. My mom taught me how to cook and “measure with my heart.”

My blog was originally a space to __________ what I learned into writing. Later, I didn’t want the secret knowledge behind dishes to __________ one day if the oral tradition ended. I wanted to write down what I was given, to make sure people could keep these dishes as __________ as my mom did.

As my food blog and follower count grew, I became more __________ in the kitchen. My blog has given me a space to write about what I love and __________ me to countless new friends. I have learned to __________ what I’ve been taught with my own experiences, and cook up something entirely __________.

2 . Vincent got up at half past six in the morning. He hurriedly _________ his clothes and finished the _________ prepared by Grandma. His grandparents were the only two people _________ with him. As soon as he waved goodbye to them, Vincent _________ out to the small car park. Dad’s car was already there.

“Good morning, Dad. You are earlier than I _________ ,” said Vincent. And he got into the car happily.

“I _________ you,” Dad smiled and drove off.

“Me, too. _________ can I live with Mum and you again?” asked Vincent.

“I’ve told you hundreds of times. Mum will be back in two months. We will live _________ again then. Mum always loves her _________ and she wants to take the chance to meet more clients,” Dad explained. “And her boss told her that she might become the __________. Are you __________?”

“Not at all. Is work more __________ than me?” asked Vincent.

“No, of course not. You are the most important to Mum and Dad, __________ we have to work. You will understand us when you grow up,” said Dad as he __________ at the school gate.

Vincent got out of the __________. Dad drove off, going back to his office.