Ji Qilang grabbed an egg, took a deep breath, and knocked the pink eggshell on the stone slab. There was a "pop" sound, and a thin crack opened in the eggshell.
She clumsily cracked the egg and spread it on the bluestone board. With a soft "sting" sound, the transparent egg white gradually turned white and bubbled at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly turning into a poached egg.
"Ji Qilang, each person has one! Don't even think about frying just one."
The young men started laughing and shouting, stuffing eggs into Ji Qilang's hand one after another.
When people in the street shops saw this scene, they cursed one after another, "You're going to die, you bad guys who want to die, you're going to be beaten to death."
Ji Qilang lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, raised his head again, and showed an extremely arrogant smile, "Isn't it just frying an egg? Look at your little family!"
She took the eggs and knocked them next to each other, "pop, pop, pop". After a while, the bluestone floor was covered with yellow and white eggs.
"It's a pity that I didn't add oil and salt, otherwise it would definitely be more fragrant." She bluffed, "Come here, buy a bottle of sesame oil..."
Everyone was making noises, and the young man in green turned his head inadvertently and saw a few big men standing in the shade on the street. They were all dressed in ordinary clothes, all wearing blue robes, but they had a high-spirited temperament, which was unusual for ordinary people.
Especially the first one, who is tall and broad-shouldered, has a black face and a slight beard, his eyes are clear, and he is not angry or powerful.
It looks a bit familiar.
The young man in green suddenly came to his senses, wasn't this the King of Chu himself?
He was so frightened that he didn't dare to alert his friends and sneaked away quietly.
However, he only slipped a few steps away when a big man strode over, grabbed his arm, and said coldly, "Don't you need sesame oil? Go buy it!"
The young man in green wanted to defend himself, but when he saw the cold look in the King of Chu's eyes, he naturally gave up. He lowered his head and honestly went to a nearby shop and bought a bottle of sesame oil and a bag of salt.
Ji Qilang refused to take the sesame oil and salt, and looked at him like an idiot, "Aren't you stupid?"
The boy in green clothes was sweating profusely and stammered, "I, that, I..." He couldn't help but glance towards the street.
Everyone present was not a fool. When everyone saw it, they were stunned for a moment, shouted, scattered in all directions, and ran away quickly.
The King of Chu was a good man who loved his people as his son, but he was not a good person either. What he hated most in his life was extravagance and waste, especially the waste of food.
What you did today was not only a waste of food, but also caused trouble on the bluestone paved by his own hands. It was double disrespect and you deserve to die.
Ji Qilang grabbed his younger brother with one hand and ran wildly with the crowd.
She is agile and smart enough to know that running at the front or being at the back will be unlucky. The safest place is in the middle of the crowd, where you can advance, attack, retreat or defend.
However, today, the person who ran at the front easily passed by, and only she and her brother were stopped by chance.
Sesame oil and salt were pushed into her hands again. The tall and solemn King of Chu stood not far away with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "How can you just abandon cooking halfway?"
Ji Qilang was sweating profusely and forced out an awkward smile, "Your Majesty, spare your life, I'm wrong."
Meng Jia was calm, showing no emotion or anger, "Didn't I just change the place to cook? Using the sun to fry eggs on the stone slab, it saves firewood. This method is quite novel and unique."
Ji Qilang found it sarcastic, biting his lip in embarrassment, "The villain really knows his mistake."
Meng Jia was noncommittal and said, "Go and finish cooking."