Continuation Chapter 112: Impure Little White and Pure Mie Mie

Once eggshells got wet, they were difficult to store and bacteria could easily seep inside and spoil the eggs. This tray of eggs had to be eaten tonight. Zhou Shuling quickly planned it out: scrambled eggs with green peppers, poached egg soup with minced meat, steamed egg custard, and tea eggs with the rest.

Zhou Dongdong's "century eggs" were not actual century eggs, of course. They were merely mud-coated eggs. If they were not eaten right away, they would soon turn into rotten eggs.

Century eggs, mud-coated eggs, rotten eggs—these terms did seem somewhat connected to Zhou Dongdong.

Zhou Shuling assigned Liu Chang'an the task of washing the mud-coated eggs, which left him somewhat depressed. He was clearly just an innocent passerby who had come to watch a mother beat her child.

So Liu Chang'an went to the window and shouted, calling back Zhou Dongdong, who had just fled howling, to wash the eggs.

You had to take responsibility for fixing your own stupid mistakes.

Zhou Dongdong slowly felt her way upstairs. She poked her head out at the doorway and observed for a minute. Once she confirmed that her mother was cooking in the kitchen and therefore not in a child-beating state, she scratched her itchy back and walked over to Liu Chang'an, looking up at him.

"Wash the eggs," Liu Chang'an said.

"Century eggs."

"I think you're a century egg."

"I'm not! I'm a little kid who eats century eggs."

"If you eat too many century eggs, you'll turn into one." Liu Chang'an glanced at Zhou Dongdong and pointed at the mirror. "Go look in the mirror and see whether you look like a century egg."

Zhou Dongdong hesitated, then slowly approached the mirror on the wall. Pressing herself against the wall and standing parallel to the mirror,