The twenty-sixth day after laying the eggs.
That day, Yangyang came back very early, carrying a large basket of eggs.
"Mom, look what I brought back."
She called loudly from the courtyard, but Qing Ye didn't come out.
Thinking it over, she simply dragged a little stool into the courtyard by herself and prepared to make a fried egg for her mother.
As the hot oil hit the pan and two or three eggs followed, the sizzling sound rang through the courtyard.
The irresistible aroma of fried eggs drifted away on the breeze.
It was Yangyang's first time cooking, but with the memories from her past life, she didn't make a mess of it. After sprinkling on a whole bunch of spices, it even looked pretty convincing.
She carried the plate and pattered into the house.
"Mom, look! Yangyang made a thing!"
"Ta-da! It's a fried egg. Want a bite..."
Yangyang's words abruptly stopped.
She saw the unfamiliar look in her mother's eyes, as Qing Ye crouched in the corner and stared at her expressionlessly.
The little hand holding the plate trembled. Yangyang looked straight at the two eggs on the bed, and her hand stiffened.
Could someone tell her what on earth she had just been doing?
Oh, no.
Yangyang seemed to have messed up by accident.
She tried to explain to her mother. "No, this is a chicken egg. It smells really good."
Hearing the commotion, Qing Ye immediately came in and pulled Yangyang away.
"Your mom's having a stress response right now, and you're making her an egg to eat?"
"She'd only just settled down a little."
"Now you've made her think of something unpleasant again."
Qing Ye felt inexplicably troubled. She looked at Yangyang, whose head was drooping, and swallowed the reprimand she'd been about to