Chapter 127 - 119: Egg Pancake

Chapter 127: Chapter 119: Egg Pancake

Meng Nan was dumbfounded. He pointed at the Jin guard, whose mouth was slick with grease, and stammered, "You—you, you—"

The Jin guard chuckled sheepishly. "Young Master, it’s really all gone this time..."

Just then, another enticing aroma drifted out from the kitchen. It was so fragrant, he couldn’t even identify what it was.

As if possessed by a ravenous craving, he shoved the empty bowl into the Jin guard’s hands and strode toward the kitchen.

The Jin guard hurried to block him. "Young Master, the kitchen is no place for someone of your status. You can’t go in there."

Meng Nan paid him no mind and walked straight into the kitchen, where he saw Bai Zhi lifting a golden, round flatbread from the wok and placing it on a plate.

Hearing the footsteps, Bai Zhi assumed it was the Jin guard and said without turning her head, "Add more firewood. The fire’s getting low."

Meng Nan grunted an "oh" and quickly went to the stove opening, picking up two pieces of dry firewood from the ground and tossing them into the furnace.

Only then did Bai Zhi realize the person who had come in wasn’t the Jin guard, but Meng Nan.

She smiled. "So it’s Lord Meng. I imagine you’ve never set foot in a kitchen before."

Meng Nan tossed another piece of firewood into the furnace, then stood up and dusted off his hands. "It’s not the first time, actually. When I was little, my father would punish me by making me face the wall. If I got hungry in the middle of the night, I’d sneak into the kitchen to find something to eat."

Her hand, stirring the batter, paused. She was reminded of her past life. After being abandoned by her parents, she had lived in an orphanage. For various reasons, there was a period when she could barely get enough to eat. The hunger would keep her awake at night, and she, too, had once snuck into the kitchen looking for food.

She’d even been caught by the director and given a harsh beating. After that, no matter how hungry she got, she never dared to go to the kitchen for food again.

She concealed the sadness in her eyes, looked up at Meng Nan, and smiled. "So, Lord Meng has had that kind of experience too."

She slowly poured the batter from the bowl into the wok. It flowed from top to bottom, running down the sides until it formed a perfect, round egg crepe at the bottom.

Meng Nan watched in fascination. "What is this?"

Bai Zhi lifted the egg crepe from the wok, placed it on a plate, and said lightly, "It’s an egg crepe. Food for the poor."

Meng Nan laughed. "This ’food for the poor’ of yours looks far more delicious than what we rich folk eat."

Seeing his greedy expression, Bai Zhi couldn’t help but laugh. "It seems Lord Meng can’t wait. Let me roll one for you."

She took an egg crepe, spread some of the freshly stir-fried pork with chili on top, rolled it up, and presented it to Meng Nan, plate and all. "Have a taste."

Meng Nan quickly took it. He had never seen food eaten this way before, with fillings rolled inside a crepe.

The Jin guard, standing off to the side, watched with immense envy. He wanted to ask Bai Zhi to roll one for him too, but seeing that she was busy, he was too embarrassed to speak up. Instead, he simply grabbed a plate himself, and in imitation of Bai Zhi, took an egg crepe, layered some stir-fried pork with chili on it, and rolled it up. Success.

He was secretly pleased. ’Looks simple enough.’

Just as he was about to dig in, a hand appeared out of nowhere and snatched the plate from him. A moment later his hand felt empty, then heavy again as the plate was returned—but now it was empty...

He said with a pained expression, "Young Master, I’m very hungry too..."

Meng Nan ignored him and walked out with the rolled crepe. Bai Zhi had already started stir-frying other dishes. She had only made two egg crepes in total, and they were gone before he even got a taste...

"Miss Bai, could you make another egg crepe?"

"There’s no more batter. Maybe next time—"

"..."