Chen Family Village.
Old Mrs. Chen kept looking towards the kitchen.
Fragrant aromas wafted out from the kitchen.
Old Mrs. Chen's stomach growled, followed by a pang of heartache. How much silver coin would Miss Chen spend to make something so fragrant?
Old Mrs. Chen originally wanted to avoid seeing it to stay calm, but eventually couldn't resist going in to take a look.
Eggs were fried to a golden yellow, neatly stacked on a plate.
Chen Zigeng stood beside, swallowing his saliva.
Old Mrs. Chen counted repeatedly, all six eggs were here, not a single one left.
Old Mrs. Chen blamed her granddaughter in her heart, sighing at how wasteful she was. Next time, she definitely won't let her into the kitchen.
The pot still emitted fragrance and there was plenty of oil left. Old Mrs. Chen was about to find something to scoop out the oil, but her granddaughter swiftly poured the leftover rice from last night into the pot.
