Meng Nan was dumbfounded, and pointed to the greasy guard Jin: "You—you—"
Guard Jin smirked: "My son, this will really be gone..."
At this time, there was a tempting fragrance in the kitchen again. It was so fragrant that he couldn't even smell it.
As if being controlled by a greedy insect, he stuffed the empty bowl in his hand into the guard of Jin, and walked towards the kitchen.
Guard Jin hurriedly stopped: "Master, in a place like the kitchen, you can't go in with your identity."
Meng Nan ignored him at all, went straight into the kitchen, and saw that Bai Zhi was taking a piece of yellow round pancake out of the pot and putting it on the plate.
Bai Zhi heard the footsteps and thought it was the guard, but didn't look back: "Add firewood, the fire is getting smaller."
With a cry, Meng Nan quickly came to the stove, picked up two sticks of dry wood from the ground and threw it into the stove.
Only then did Bai Zhi discover that the person who came in was not Jin Shiwei, but Meng Nan.
She smiled and said, "It turned out to be Lord Meng. I think Lord Meng has never been in the kitchen before."
Meng Nan threw another firewood into the stove, stood up and patted the ashes on his hands, "It's not the first time I was punished by my father to face the wall when I was a child. If I was hungry in the middle of the night, I would go to the kitchen to find food."
Her hands of mixing the batter paused, thinking of her previous life, the first orphanage she lived in after being abandoned by her parents. For various reasons, for a period of time, she could not eat enough to eat almost every day, and went to bed hungry at midnight. Unknowingly, he secretly went to the kitchen to find food.
She was caught by the principal and beat her severely. From then on, even if she was hungry, she didn't dare to go to the kitchen to find food.
She suppressed the sad color in her eyes, raised her eyes to look at Meng Nan, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Lord Meng has this experience too."
She poured the batter in the bowl into the pot little by little, from top to bottom, the batter flowed down from the wall of the pot, and when it reached the bottom, it happened to form a round egg cake.
Meng Nan looked curiously: "What is this?"
Bai Zhi took the egg pie from the pot and put it on the plate, and said quietly: "This is an egg pie, something the poor eat."
Meng Nan smiled and said, "The food you poor people eat seems to be much more delicious than the food we rich people eat."
Seeing his greedy face, Bai Zhi couldn't help but smile and said, "It seems that Master Meng can't wait. I'll roll it up for you."
She took a omelet, added some freshly fried chili meat on the top of the pie, rolled the pie, and handed it to Meng Nan along with the plate: "Try it."
Meng Nan hurriedly took it, and he had seen it for the first time this way of eating.
The guard Jin who was standing on the side saw him and was very envious. He wanted Bai Zhi to roll one for him. It could be seen that she was busy, and she was embarrassed to speak, so she simply took a plate by herself and learned the appearance of Bai Zhi. I took the egg pancake, spread some fried pork with chili on the surface of the pancake, rolled it up again, and it was done.
He was smug, it seemed simple.
When he was about to start eating, he saw a hand turned up and snatched the plate in his hand. The hand was empty and sank again. The plate came back, but it was empty. . .
He said bitterly: "My son, I'm also very hungry..."
Meng Nan ignored him and went out with the burrito, while Bai Zhi had already started to fry other dishes. He made two omelets in total. He didn't even taste the taste. . .
"Miss White, make another egg cake?"
"No face, next time—"
"..."