That Bowl of Egg-Fried Charcoal

A weird odor drifted out of the kitchen, smelling like something half-burnt and faintly bitter. It was a scent that put a frown on everyone's face.

"Ah, my lassie, why are you in such a sorry state?" Grandpa Ouyang felt his heart ache when he saw Ouyang Xiaoyi charging out of the kitchen covered in ashes. 

But Ouyang Xiaoyi's eyes were sparkling. They shone brightly as excitement flickered across her eyes. 

She wiped off the ashen marks from her face, chuckled, and then raised the porcelain plate in her hands up to Grandpa Ouyang's nose. "Grandpa, come here and have a taste. This is my first time cooking Egg-Fried Rice!" She said excitedly.

"Ah, sure thing, let your grandpa give it a try." Grandpa Ouyang patted Ouyang Xiaoyi's head fondly with loving eyes. He took over the porcelain spoon handed to him by a nearby maid and glanced at the porcelain plate that Ouyang Xiaoyi shoved before his eyes with hesitation. 

"This…"