Chapter 244: Smells So Good
Speaking of egg fried rice, Gu He really did love eating it when he was a child.
Perhaps it was because they rarely had it. His mother always said eating egg fried rice caused internal heat and offered no nutritional benefits, so during their regular daily meals, its occasional appearance—made only when they had too much leftover rice—felt incredibly special.
Every time his mother announced she was making egg fried rice, it felt like a holiday, and he would eat until not a single grain was left.
As he grew up, he ate a wider variety of foods and tasted all sorts of delicacies, and egg fried rice gradually became ordinary.
After all, it was just a home-cooked dish made from the most common ingredients in a few simple steps.
Now, under everyone's gaze, Old Fan walked calmly to the kitchen freezer and gathered his ingredients. They were the usual staples for fried rice: leftover cold rice, eggs, scallions, and some vegetables.
Chop, chop, chop, chop. Old Fan returned to the counter, took his kitchen knife, and diced the scallions and vegetables on the cutting board.
Next, Old Fan beat a bowl of eggs, stirring the yolks and whites into a batter that seemed to radiate a faint golden glow.
"Looks decent enough," Sakai Shukichi commented. "My grandmother did the exact same thing when she made egg fried rice."