Standing beside the window she watched as Lou Cheng disappeared at the end of the road, Yan Zheke lightly bit her lips and held back the impulse to follow him. Then she tore her eyes away from him and sniffed cutely, this helped her take in the scent of fried rice and eggs that permeated the room.
She picked up her phone and subconsciously her mouth curved into a smile. Her fingers quickly moved across the keyboard to send a message to her boyfriend who had just left, "It's all your fault! Now, whenever I close my eyes, I'm going to think of fried rice with eggs!"
Because the leftover cold rice had been used by Lou Cheng to make two portions of breakfast for the both of them, they had to make freshly steamed rice to create the dish. This would definitely not allow them to recreate the dish with its crucial essence. Nonetheless, with the basic skills she had learned, they were sufficient for her to make a decent dish.
In a minute, she received Lou Cheng's reply:
