Watching her little nephew crack an egg on his forehead, Sang Ye shook her head helplessly, picked up another egg and gently tapped it on the corner of the table, peeled it in a few moments, and handed it to her son, "Huanhuan, eat it while it's warm."
Huanhuan silently accepted the fragrant egg, looked at his mother who was already lifting her bowl of porridge, and unlike good brother, didn't hurry to stuff it in his mouth. He used a wooden spoon to gently cut the egg in the middle, dividing it into two roughly equal pieces, and then carefully scooped one piece into his mother's bowl of porridge.
Seeing his mother try to refuse, Huanhuan quickly said, "Mother, the egg is too big, can you help Huanhuan eat half of it?"
Having already eaten more than half of his egg, Sang Xiaoshan hesitated for a moment and, with a sense of regret, handed the remaining small half of his egg to Sang Ye, "Aunt, I'll give mine to you to eat too."
