However, Xiao Tang Xing was sent here when he woke up in the morning, and his stomach was still empty.

Playing with the rag doll in his hand, there was a gurgling sound in his stomach.

Catching up with Xiao Yan Yichen's slightly frowning brows, Xiao Tang Xing hurriedly put down the things in his hand and pointed to his stomach, "Don't worry, it's from here!" ”

She definitely didn't fart!

Xiao Yan Yichen: ......

But no matter where the sound came from, it always disturbed the two of them and couldn't calm down.

In desperation, Xiao Tang Xing touched his flat belly and looked at Xiao Yan Yichen pitifully, "I'm hungry." ”

Xiao Yan Yichen: ......

He's heard it.

But—

"I don't know how to cook." Xiao Yan Yichen's honest words broke Xiao Tang Xing's last expectations.

On the occasion of the festival, the aunts at home went home to rest.

So, the two stared dryly, you look at me, I look at you.

In the end, he couldn't stand the pitiful eyes, Xiao Yan Yichen put down the piano sheet in his hand and walked towards the kitchen.

When he saw the empty kitchen, the corners of Xiao Yan Yichen's mouth twitched.

Sure enough, it's my own mother.

Is this to starve them to death?

Xiao Tang Xing, who had already come to him at some point, also saw the situation in the kitchen, and asked weakly, "That...... Do you know how to cook? ”

That's a question that really asked him.

His hand has no problem playing any instrument, but he can't play anything but it.

Not to mention that he is taken care of by his aunt on weekdays, it is unprecedented for him to be able to enter the kitchen today.

Xiao Tang Xing, who read the answer from Xiao Yan Yichen's eyes, lowered his mouth and no longer had any hope.

I quickly recalled how my mother made breakfast on weekdays.

I have the impression that the omelette is the easiest.

Xiao Tang Xing found a few eggs in the refrigerator, so he took one and brought a small stool from the living room to stand on it.

From memory, I turned on the gas stove and put the pot on it.

When everything is done, it stops.

Looking back at Xiao Yan Yichen, who was standing next to him with a look of surprise on his face, he asked in a low voice, "Pick it up...... What's next? ”

Seeing that everything she did was so natural, she thought that she really would, but she didn't want to light the fire but came back to ask herself, Xiao Yan Yichen didn't react for a while, and was stunned for a few moments.

The person on the stool tilted his head and thought about it, and without waiting for Xiao Yan Yichen to reply, he threw the egg in his hand directly into the pan.

With a 'pop', the egg cracked on the surface of the pot, and the egg white and yolk mixed together and flowed out of it, and the eggshell was still on it.

Xiao Yan Yichen was stunned.

Even though he can't cook, he knows that it takes a few drops of oil to fry eggs and peel the shells.

This stupid bastard, how can anyone be so hardcore omelette.

The surface of the pot that has been on the fire for a long time is hot in the morning, and as soon as the eggs touch, not only does it change color directly, but the egg whites that are still flowing out begin to splash around as the temperature increases, making a 'pop' sound.

Xiao Yan Yichen saw that the situation was not right, and as soon as he ran over, he heard a scream from the person on the stool, and then the person who was still standing on it in the last second fell directly to his place with an unstable center of gravity.

Xiao Yan Yichen quickly reached out to catch the person, and the two fell to the ground heavily.

This time, he only felt something hit him hard in the chest, and he almost lost his breath.

The weight of the five-year-old meaty little Tang Xing is no joke.

Someone made a meat pad, and the unscathed man hurriedly got up, completely oblivious to what had fallen on the person in the last second, and his attention was all on the charred eggs on the pot.

"It's over, it's over, my eggs are gone, what should I do!"