The Little Friend Who Hadn't Grown Up
Hot millet porridge, scallion-oil egg pancakes, pan-fried dumplings and fried eggs, steamed meat buns... These things could really bring a person back to life!
After that shout, everyone woke up, including the neighbors nearby.
Sun Shuhui slapped his forehead. He had almost forgotten—that was an RV.
It had a complete kitchen, bathroom, and bed. Being able to cook was only natural; not being able to cook would have been ridiculous. He had actually let poverty limit his imagination and hadn't managed to make the connection for a while.
With two electric griddles, two rice cookers, an electric steamer, and even a bread machine, breakfast for more than ten people was quickly prepared.
The porridge and bread had been set on timers before they went to bed. In the morning, all they had to do was take the frozen dumplings and buns from the refrigerator and put them in the electric steamer. One electric griddle fried the eggs in its mold, while the other waited for the prepared batter. It didn't take long before freshly made pancakes, cooked on both sides at once, were ready to serve.
Li Bai could handle it all by himself without anyone else's help.
"How could I accept this? How could I accept this..."
Holding a stainless-steel basin filled with millet porridge, Village Chief Ge felt truly embarrassed.
Aside from making a large pot of rabbit soup and lending them the place, he hadn't helped with anything.
Now even breakfast had been prepared by someone else, and he was benefiting from it too.
"It's fine. Isn't there an RV? It's very convenient. It would be troublesome for you to prepare all this yourself, so we might as well do whatever's convenient. Hurry up and eat, or it'll get cold."