The next day, He Jing woke to the smell of something divine.
He Zhou went into the kitchen early in the morning and made a sumptuous breakfast. He made beef porridge with the leftover steak, onions, and a few scallion pancakes.
The scallion pancakes were crisp and golden brown, with pockets of green peppering its surface. Each pancake was evenly sized and mouthwatering to look at.
It was enough to whet her appetite.
He Sui was similarly entranced. His hands moved to a mind of its own, snaking toward the tempting dishes. However, before reaching the scallion pancakes, He Zhou rapped his hand using his chopsticks, stopping him.
He Sui turned to his sibling, puzzled. He Zhou brought a plate of scallion pancakes to He Jing and said, "What do you think? How can I improve?"