"No need to bother, egg fried rice is simple, you all go ahead and work." Bai Ruozhu sighed; she really just wanted to make a plate of egg fried rice.
She selected three eggs, beat them evenly in a bowl, and then asked for some rice from the kitchen. She genuinely started making egg fried rice, without adding even a single green onion—just white rice and eggs, the simplest egg fried rice.
The shopkeeper hadn't left, and the chef was watching from the side—what kind of dish was this egg fried rice?
Finally, the fragrant egg fried rice was ready. Bai Ruozhu served a small bowl and handed it to Little Dengdeng, "Eat slowly, there's more in the pot."
Little Dengdeng smiled sweetly, "Mom's egg fried rice is the best!"
Bai Ruozhu patted her son's little head, "Blow it before eating, don't burn yourself."
The chef was dumbfounded—was it really just to make the child a bowl of egg fried rice?
