When the water was boiled, Ji Huan called for Zhen Jili. Hearing no response, she carried a bowl into the main room, only to find him napping with his head on the table.
The water was a bit too hot anyway, so Ji Huan didn't wake him. She fetched a quilt from Dabao's room, draped it over him, and tiptoed back to the kitchen.
Although Zhen Jili claimed to have already eaten, a good chunk of the day had passed. He would have to rush back to the barracks soon, so Ji Huan thought it would be best to make him a little something to eat.
She had used up nearly all her ingredients and had forgotten to restock on her recent trip to town. Fortunately, she still had the eggs from the Hu Family and some rice left over from yesterday.
Serving leftover rice wasn't ideal, but day-old rice that had rested overnight was perfect for making egg-fried rice. The slight fermentation enhanced the flavor, and the grains had separated, ensuring the best possible texture once fried.
