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She set the olette on top of the fried rice that she had previously prepared.
The surface was pale yellow, with a fine texture and uniform appearance.
Just like that, Cindy Clarke made two more olettes and placed them on top of the fried rice.
anwhile, a pot next to her was filled with flavorful, refreshing radish miso soup.
Just as she was about to serve it, Adrian Zhekova happened upon the scene.
“Is breakfast ready?” Adrian Zhekova asks upon entering.
“Yes, I just need to serve this,” Cindy nods.
“The soup is hot; I’ll carry it. Don’t worry about it.” Adrian states, already carrying the soup away.
Cindy picks up three empty bowls and three spoons to follow him.
The two of them return to serve the olette rice together.
Morgan Zhekova has already cleaned up and is now obediently sitting at the table waiting for them.
As soon as the olette rice was delivered her gaze was fixated on it, unwilling to look away.
Upon seeing this, Adrian asked, “Has Cindy made this for you before?”
Morgan Zhekova thought to herself, are you and Cindy extrely close?
You’re acting as if you’re not a stranger at all, casually calling her ‘Cindy’.
“Of course she has,” Morgan couldn’t hold back her pride, “Cindy’s cooking is so delicious. We even ate at restaurant and it was nowhere near as good as hers.” At that mont, Morgan saw Cindy pick up a knife.
She quickly stopped talking, her eyes fixed excitedly on the olette rice in front of her.
She enjoyed this part the most!
Cindy gently sliced into the olette with the knife,
The cut didn’t go all the way through, just separating the top layer of the olette.
The olette imdiately opened up, covering all of the fried rice.
The runny center of the olette started flowing around.
The ketchup that was originally inside was now visible,
The ketchup, heated by the warm olette, was thinner than usual and emitted a sweet and sour aroma as it trickled down with the egg.
The pale-yellow olette with the red ketchup created an appetizing color combination.
Adrian Zhekova, having heard Morgan’s exclamation, saw Cindy going back to her seat.
She wasn’t planning to do the sa for him and got ready to cut into her own olette.
“Ahem!” Adrian coughed to remind Cindy of his presence.
Cindy turned to look at him, hearing Adrian say, “Are you not going to cut mine?”
“Have you never had it before?” Cindy thought it didn’t make sense.
The runny olette rice was not so fancy cuisine, but it was a recent popular food trend online.
Among the different types of restaurants under the Flag of Pingla, weren’t there a few that served this dish?
Of course, Adrian has had it before,
When this dish first beca popular, several of the restaurants under the Flag of Pingla introduced it.
Moreover, several familiar chefs, considering their restaurant’s specialty, innovated its flavor.
Adrian Zhekova, of course, tasted it.
However, he never had to cut it himself.
That was always done by the chef.
However, that doesn’t an he didn’t know how to.
But why should he be treated differently by Cindy?
Cindy cut Morgan’s olette but not his?
It seems like in her mind, his status was still lower than Morgan’s.
So, Adrian Zhekova lied, nodding his head, “I’ve never had it.”
Cindy was doubtful, but still cut his olette for him.
Only then did she cut her own.
Adrian Zhekova scooped a bite,
From the olette to the fried rice, he put it all in his mouth.
Because the egg in the middle wasn’t fully cooked, it was incredibly tender, giving a lt-in-your-mouth sensation..
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