"I want to eat poached eggs. When I was unhappy when I was a child, my mother would make poached eggs for me..."
As soon as she said something, her face darkened again, and she quickly changed the subject and said, "Eat whatever you want."
I will never be able to eat the poached eggs my mother made again.
"I'll ask the servant to make poached eggs for you, just wait!"
Xiaoyan didn't miss the flash of emotion on her face, and didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only kiss the little hand holding hers again.[
After comforting her, Xiaoyan walked out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen. After thinking about it, she suddenly called the servant.
He held two eggs, pursed his lips and said, "Teach me how to make poached eggs!"
"Master, if you want to eat poached eggs, let me do it!"
The young master actually wanted to make poached eggs for the first time. The servant stood aside in disbelief, wondering if the sun was rising in the west.
She suddenly wanted to run to the window and look at the sun outside.
"Ahem, I'll do it myself. You tell me the steps. I'll be on the sidelines, um, just give me some pointers!"
He has never cooked before, but when he thinks of Xue'er, he can't help but want to make her happy.
Xueer sat in the bathroom and washed herself, then went downstairs to look for Xiaoyan, still a little dazed.
She finally found the kitchen and stood at the door of the kitchen. She looked at Xiaoyan holding a spatula and her exaggerated movements were a little funny, and she was a little stunned for a moment.
"Why did you come in? Go to the living room and watch TV. You'll be fine in a while."
Xiaoyan kills people without blinking an eye, but when faced with a poached egg, he is helpless.
On the table, there were several failed products, a dark mass.
Xue'er walked in, pursed her lips, and felt slightly moved in her heart.
Obviously Xiaoyan doesn't know how to fry poached eggs, just look at the few failed ones.
"What are you doing?" Xue'er raised her eyes slightly and looked at her sweaty face. Frying poached eggs would make her sweat profusely. She couldn't help grinning. After thinking about it, she took out a tissue and wiped it for him.
Wipe sweat.
Xiaoyan glanced at her a little and said sheepishly: "Haha, it turns out that frying poached eggs is a high-tech job. It's much more difficult to do that."
"What's the matter?" she asked curiously.
Xiaoyan glanced at the servant beside her, chirped, and whispered into her ear: "OOXX..."