Song Yan peeled off the eggshell and devoured the egg in just two bites.
The taste was so delightful that it stirred up his cravings. When Meng Chuyue came home to cook lunch after school, he grinned and made a request, "The egg Muyang gave me this morning was really tasty. Do you have any more? Can you cook a few for lunch?"
Meng Chuyue and Shen Ci, "..."
Chuyue couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, "I have a few left, and I'll cook them all for lunch. By the way, do you remember what color the shell of the egg you ate was?"
Song Yan pondered for a moment, "Green shell... I know why you're asking. My mom told me green-shelled eggs are more nutritious."
Meng Chuyue was pleased with his response and said with a beaming smile, "Right, there are exactly five green-shelled eggs. I originally planned for each of us to have one. Since you ate Muyang's, why don't you give yours to Muyang later?"
