Damn straight. I used to walk home from school for lunch when I was 8 and sometimes my mom would leave a raw hamburger for me in the fridge to cook while she was at work.
My son is 23, still lives at home, and if ramen has too many packets to pour in he says "forget it" and looks for something else to eat.
That one is on you, assuming you are in his life.
Got my daughter a car when she turned 16. First week, made her put the spare tire on, and hook up jumper cables correctly in case her battery was dead and also check the oil, etc.
If the toilet was running, she could fix, replace parts, etc. If the toilet was running and her ex couldn't fix it by jiggling the handle, he had to call a plumber. Fortunately, he's an X.
Grandsons, who are both professional firefighters/EMTs (20 and 22), end up cooking when it's their turn for a station house full of firefighters and EMTs. They actually are getting pretty dang good at it.