"Do you know something other than making these omelettes?" Guo An asked. "It is really good, but collecting beast fat is not easy in winter."
Ruan Chanchan thought about it a little and nodded. "Well, you can make steamed eggs." She soon made three bowls of steamed eggs. She didn't make any for herself because she had eaten these steamed eggs many times, and the blue bird eggs were running out. If she made some for herself, then Ruan Zeqiu would pout to death upon returning home. She might as well save some.
