The egg went down.
Xiaoyu patted her stomach contentedly; she didn't often get the chance to eat eggs.
Most of her father's and her own salary went to help his patients.
So their family wasn't much better off than the village chief's.
It had been a long time since she last ate an egg.
The last time she ate an egg seemed to be on her birthday.
Her biological mother passed away early, leaving her and her father to rely on each other. Every year on her birthday, her father would cook her an egg, which was a treatment she only received on her birthday. Year after year, it had always been like this, so the taste of the egg was indescribably delicious.
Xiaoyu was still smacking her lips.
Suddenly, her wide-open mouth was stuffed with another egg, she almost choked.
Then Bai Xiao seriously said, "I'm allergic to eggs, you eat it for me, otherwise it will go to waste! If Auntie sees it, she'll think I'm being picky."
