The family noticed how many eggs Su Binglan had put into the pot. She had made a hefty serving of tomato scrambled eggs, and it smelled good. Their gazes involuntarily fell on the food. They noticed the color differed from anything they had eaten.
The fragrance whetted their appetites, too. Although it was spring, it was still chilly at night. A high flame burned at the stove and caused smoke to rise from the chimney.
The smell of food escaped the house, and it felt warm even at night. The family felt the warmth not only in their bodies but also in their hearts.
The plates in the house were big, but even so, Su Binglan could fill three large plates of tomato scrambled eggs. She had made so much that it could not fit on one plate.
Everyone looked at the bright red eggs and thought they looked stunning. Even though the family had yet to try the dish, it made them reminisce as if they had eaten it before.
