82 Ordinary Egg Fried Rice

Fascinated by the unexpected blast of fragrance, the people who were chatting all stopped talking at once.

“Is this smell of Egg Fried Rice?” the man who had just expressed that Egg Fried Rice was nothing special asked, with his expression full of surprise.

“Absolutely. This scent is so unique. If you smell it carefully, it’s merely the fragrance of the egg and rice but makes me feel like drooling,” a girl told her thoughts.

“That’s right. Everything we ate just now was in vain. I just feel super hungry now.” The fat man couldn’t help holding his belly.

“That’s not right. Hey, Skinny, you ate up quite a few rabbit heads just now,” another man beside the fat guy said.

“Aren’t you hungry?” The fat guy directly got to the point.

“Very. Shall we go to the kitchen and have a look?” the man beside the fatty guy suggested warmly.

“Let’s go and take a look,” Sun Ming immediately said.

All 11 of them came to the door of the kitchen and crowded there, watching Yuan Zhou cooking inside.