"Um ... Xiao Si, this, um, wait a minute, I'll go get some eggs." Yan Zhihan said hesitantly. He looked at the eggs in Yan Qingluo's hand and after identification, he found that they were salted duck eggs for sure.

"Hey, Third Brother, is this not okay?" Yan Qingluo was confused. Aren't they all eggs? What's the difference? What's wrong with Third Brother? It's so weird.

"Okay, the ingredients are ready." Yan Zhihan searched left and right in the refrigerator and finally found all the ingredients for making fried rice. The things Yan Qingluo bought were useless.

Yan Qingluo stared at the ingredients prepared by Yan Zhihan, unable to understand the difference between them and the ones she bought. Could it be that the ones at home had been stored for too long and were about to expire, while the ones she just bought were relatively fresh and easy to preserve?

"First, you have to turn on the fire, Xiao Si. This step is more dangerous. You must wait until the flame starts before letting go, otherwise you may get gas poisoning ... " Yan Zhihan explained patiently while operating.

Yan Qingluo studied seriously at the side and took out a small notebook to write down all the steps one by one.

After Yan Zhihan had finished cooking, a steaming hot, delicious egg fried rice came out of the pot.

Yan Qingluo looked at the egg fried rice in front of him and couldn't help but exclaimed, "It turns out that the third brother is so amazing, it smells so good!"

At this time, Yan Jingrong came back. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a fragrance and heard the voices of Yan Zhihan and Yan Qingluo, so he came to the kitchen, "Wow, fried rice with egg, is it for me?"

Yan Qingluo said with a smile, "This is the teaching version of the third brother. Now I will make one for the eldest brother."

Yan Jingrong's pupils were dilated with shock, and his voice was trembling with excitement, "Okay, our Xiao Si has grown up, it's amazing, big brother has never eaten the food cooked by Xiao Si."

Yan Qingluo said obediently, "Not only has Big Brother never had it, no one has ever had it. Big Brother, you are the first one!"

Yan Jingrong's face turned red instantly. He was so lucky. He was the first person who could eat the food cooked by his Xiao Si. Xiao Si really loved him the most.

Yan Zhihan was unhappy. He spent a lot of time teaching Xiao Si, but he couldn't eat the meal that Xiao Si made. It was so unfair.

Yan Zhihan said unhappily, "Little Fourth, how come you forgot your master after learning the skills? Shouldn't you give it to your third brother to try first?"

Yan Qingluo laughed and said, "Half for each, half for each. Everyone gets a share."

However, Yan Jingrong and Yan Zhihan's expectations were premature.

"Xiao Si, get out of the way, it's on fire!" With Yan Zhihan's exclamation, Yan Qingluo abandoned the pot and fled.

Yan Jingrong quickly put the lid on the pot and turned off the gas valve.

"Xiao Si, are you okay? Are you burned?" Yan Zhihan took Yan Qingluo's hand, looked left and right, and examined it carefully.

Yan Qingluo wiped his nose, leaving a black mark on his face, just like a naughty little cat, "It's okay, Third Brother, I'm fine."

Then she turned around and looked at the pot of black rice with a look of regret, and said with some regret, "It's a pity that the rice is not very good."

Yan Zhihan let out a long sigh, patted his chest and said, "I'm glad Xiao Si is okay."

Yan Jingrong took out the rice from the pot persistently and couldn't wait to pick up the spoon to taste it.

Yan Jingrong's eyes widened, and he was speechless for a moment. Rice could be made to taste like this. Xiao Si was really a genius.

Yan Zhihan looked at the black plate, and saw Yan Jingrong's shocked expression, so he picked up the spoon and took a bite.

Is this definitely food for Earthlings?

He actually fantasized that the food cooked by Xiao Si was ... edible.

He was careless. He thought that if Xiao Si studied hard and took notes, it would be fine. He thought that even if it looked ugly, it would taste okay. He thought ...

Alas, but I can’t show it, Xiaosi will be sad.

He secretly glanced at Yan Qingluo's expectant eyes, not daring to meet her gaze.

But Yan Qingluo asked expectantly, "How is it?"

He wrapped the mouthful of rice with his saliva, stretched his neck and swallowed it hard, forcing a smile on his face, "Yeah, it's okay."

It's really okay, except that it's not edible.

Yan Jingrong silently admired Yan Zhihan's courage, licked his lips and said nothing.

At this time, Yan Wenzhou returned from the army. Due to his mission in the army, he had not been home for a month.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a strong burnt smell. Just as I was about to complain about who burnt the rice, I saw Yan Qingluo standing by the stove wearing an apron.

In front of me is a plate of ... um ... delicious food made from black sesame seeds?

"Xiao Si!" Yan Wenzhou yelled, startling the three people who were gathered around a plate of burnt fried rice.

"Second brother, you're back just in time. Fourth brother just made a plate of egg fried rice. Would you like to try it?" Yan Jingrong was glad that he didn't have to express his opinion.

"Made by Xiao Si? I must try it!" Yan Wenzhou didn't even bother to change his clothes, he rushed over, picked up the plate and took a big bite.

Yan Wenzhou gulped it down in one gulp and nodded continuously, "Delicious, delicious, Xiao Si is really great, and his cooking skills are really good!"

Yan Jingrong and Yan Zhihan looked at each other in bewilderment. Although they didn't say it, they knew it in their hearts. This plate of egg fried rice was not as delicious as the earth. Did Yan Wenzhou's sense of taste disappear? How could this be so delicious?

Yan Wenzhou put down his plate halfway through his meal, frowned, and said, "Wait for me to go to the bathroom."

Yan Jingrong and Yan Zhihan looked at each other at this time. What a great experience! The second one is really amazing. He ate and then vomited. How amazing!

Yan Qingluo stared blankly at Yan Wenzhou's back as he hurried to the bathroom, and asked, "Second brother, are you okay?"

Yan Jingrong and Yan Zhihan answered in unison, "It's okay!"

Yan Qingluo was relieved, "That's good."

"Um, Xiao Si, why don't we stop here today and learn to cook other dishes tomorrow?" Yan Zhihan asked cautiously. He was really afraid. First, he was afraid that if he continued to cook, the kitchen would be in danger, and second, he was afraid that if he continued to eat, his second brother's life would be in danger.

Yan Qingluo nodded, "Okay, Third Brother will teach me how to cook tomorrow!"

Yan Zhihan silently held onto the corner of the table to prevent himself from falling, and forced a smile on his face, "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever Xiao Si says."

Yan Jingrong glanced at Yan Zhihan secretly and felt extremely sympathetic. He decided to eat out tomorrow night, and if necessary, just spend the night in the company.