"Girl, here I am!" Hanzi shouted outside the kitchen door and went in.

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I smelled a burning smell of eggs, and there was a light layer of smoke in the kitchen. Xiaoya, surrounded by an apron, was carefully turning in the pot with a shovel in front of the stove. As soon as the cold son came in, he seemed to be in a hurry and said, "Cold son, you go to wash and rinse first, and it will soon be all right."

Hanzi stepped forward and saw that there were two fried poached eggs on a small dish, most of which...