I Understand

Xing Chen ate all the vegetables and soup, then followed Huanhuan into the kitchen.

Huanhuan rolled up her sleeves and took out two eggs. She cracked them into a bowl and whisked them. "Watch me cook. You can ask me if you don't understand anything."

Xing Chen stood obediently at the side, his eyes never leaving her.

Huanhuan made two plates of egg fried rice.

She placed one of the plates of rice in front of Xing Chen and said with a smile, "Try it."

Xing Chen tried a bite.

Huanhuan asked, "How does it taste?"

Xing Chen took another big bite and chewed it carefully. Then, he commented seriously, "It's delicious."

Huanhuan revealed a smug smile and picked up her bowl and chopsticks. As she ate, she said, "The first time I cooked, I made egg fried rice. At that time, I didn't know how to control the fire. The oil in the pan was burning. I was so frightened that I quickly threw the pan into the sink and almost cried."