After doing all this, Tang Huan went back to bed and closed his eyes to sleep.
This time my mentality is stable, and sleeping seems to be much easier.
When I woke up, it was almost dark outside. I picked up my watch and saw that it was past five in the evening.
There seems to be no movement in the yard. Damn it, Comrade Xing Cui hasn't come back...
The dumplings I had in the morning have been digested and my stomach is feeling empty.
He got up from the bed and glanced at the scarf draped over the back of the chair. Tang Huan had promised to wash it and give it to Meng Zeyan. He was not a man who did not keep his word.
She didn't go out for the time being, she squatted on the ground and started washing the scarf.
There was a sound of the door being pushed open. Tang Huan pricked up his ears to listen, wondering if it was Comrade Xing Cui or Comrade Meng Qinghe who had returned?
After washing the scarf, Tang Huan hung it on the clothes rack and hung it next to the stove. He then put some cold cream on his hands before going out.
It was known that someone had returned, so it was not just her and Meng Zeyan at home anymore, so she could go out.
The light in the kitchen is on, it seems that Comrade Xing Cui may have returned.
Tang Huan trotted towards the kitchen because the yard was too cold.
Before anyone even entered the door, a cheerful voice rang out: "Mom, you're back~"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed into the kitchen.
Meng Zeyan, who was cutting vegetables, turned around and looked at his sweetheart who called him "Mom".
“······”Something is wrong!
Tang Huan felt that it was inappropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together. "I'll go back and do my homework first."
Meng Zeyan didn't think so. He glanced at the door behind her and said, "Close the door and come to help."
Without closing the door, the wind blew into the kitchen. Tang Huan turned around to close the door, but did not go over.
"I can't do anything."
"Who said you can't do anything?" Meng Zeyan pointed the knife in his hand at the eggs on the stove. "Don't you know how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes? There are no tomatoes in this season, so you can just make scrambled eggs."
Tang Huan didn't want to go over there. She was a bit love-struck, and being too close to him would make her lose it. She had just made a decision and needed to cut her losses immediately. She couldn't end it before it even started.
She told the truth: "The last time I fried eggs, there were only eggshells in them."
She still feels embarrassed when she recalls the crisp sound when Sun Qiyang bit the eggshell.
"Don't worry, I'll watch you fry." Meng Zeyan casually brought a bowl and placed it next to the eggs. "I'll watch and make sure there are no eggshells."
Do I have to scramble the eggs today? Tang Huan wanted to struggle a bit, "I don't want to eat eggs. Eating too many eggs is not good for you."
Meng Zeyan lowered his head and cut the meat in his hand, "It's okay, I like it."
After thinking for a long time but couldn't come up with a good excuse, Tang Huan moved step by step to the stove.
There were three eggs on the stove. She picked up one and tapped it gently on the edge of the bowl, leaving a small crack in the eggshell.
He pried the egg hard along the opening with his fingers, and the egg liquid fell into the bowl along with a small piece of eggshell that Tang Huan accidentally broke off.
After seeing this, she pointed at the eggshells in the bowl and said, “Look, I’m telling you!”
Meng Zeyan picked up the eggshell, which was about the size of a mung bean, from the bowl with his chopsticks and said, "It's okay. I'm watching."
This time Tang Huan was more careful and used less force when knocking.
Not cracked...
She glanced at Meng Zeyan, who was smiling and looking at...
Tang Huan pressed the egg in his hand into his, "Let me see how it works."
She had seen her mother-in-law cook so many times, and she was obviously very skilled at it.
Just a click, a break, perfect~
Meng Zeyan also had some knowledge. He took the egg in one hand and tapped it gently on the edge of the bowl. He then separated the eggshell with the other hand and poured the egg liquid into the bowl.
Grabbing the chopsticks from Meng Zeyan's other hand and stirring the food in the bowl, Tang Huan justified himself by saying, "I think scrambled eggs will be enough."
"Well, for the two of us, it's almost enough." Meng Zeyan agreed. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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