Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

The morning light seeped in through the cracks in the window, spreading a warm, gentle band of light across the ground.

Sparrows chirped and chattered under the eaves, their voices soft and fragmented, as if they were discussing where to find food that day.

Zhou Haibing stood beside the old wooden table, opened the flour bag he had taken from Shennong Space, scooped out two bowls of flour, and poured them into an enamel basin.

He then sprinkled in a small pinch of salt, slowly added water, and stirred the basin with one hand.

The flour gradually gathered in the palm of your hand, changing from loose to firm, from powder to clump, and then to a smooth dough.

He kneaded the dough a few times, placed it in a basin, covered it with a damp cloth to let it rest, then turned and took it from the bamboo basket behind him—

In reality, he took a batch of ingredients from Shennong Space while Li Su'e was still asleep and Zhou Haiqing was still asleep.

I took out several items: six eggs, a box of luncheon meat, three potatoes, a box of soybean paste, and three boxes of milk.

Each item has had all the text on its packaging removed by the "information erasure" skill, leaving only a clean, plain-colored outer packaging that shows no signs of age.

He peeled the potatoes and cut them into thin strips with even and neat knife work, each strip being about the same thickness.

Soak the shredded potatoes in a large bowl of water to wash away the starch on the surface.

Then he took the luncheon meat out of the package, sliced ​​it thinly, and placed it on a clean plate.

The iron pot was placed on the coal stove, the fire was already lit, and blue flames licked the bottom of the pot. After heating the pot, he poured in a little oil. The oil was hot...

Drain the shredded potatoes from the water, then quickly stir-fry them in a pan with a little salt and vinegar until they are just cooked through. Set them aside for later use.

Then he poured a little more oil into the pan, arranged the luncheon meat slices one by one, and fried them until both sides were golden brown and the edges curled up slightly.

The fat is rendered out under high temperature, emitting an enticing aroma of charcoal and meat fat that wafts through the morning air.

The dough has risen enough.

He took the dough out of the basin, kneaded it into a long strip, cut it into evenly sized pieces, and rolled them into thin pancakes.

Place the pancake in the pan and cook until both sides are slightly puffed up and golden brown. Crack an egg on top, spread it evenly with a spatula, and sprinkle with chopped green onions.

The scallions were also taken from his Shennong space. He happened to have a few packets of dehydrated scallions among his previously stockpiled dried goods. After soaking them in warm water, they were almost as good as fresh ones.

Once the egg has solidified, flip it over, spread a layer of soybean paste, add the stir-fried potato shreds and fried luncheon meat slices, roll up the pancake, and press it down with the seam facing down to set its shape.

When the first pancake was cooked and taken out of the pan, the rich aroma of flour, eggs, sauce, and meat mingled together filled the clinic.

Even the aroma of the dried herbs in the medicine cabinet was suppressed. The whole room was like a treasure box that had been turned upside down with a shovel, with the best things moved from the bottom to the top.

Zhou Haibing was spreading the dough for the second pancake into the pan when he heard a noise behind him.

The curtain was lifted a crack, and Li Su'e's head peeked out from the gap, her nose twitching slightly.

Her eyes were still blurry with sleepiness, but her expression was already clear.

She looked at the figure busy by the stove, her voice hoarse and nasal from just waking up, soft and sweet, like cotton cloth just pulled out of warm water:

"Hai Bing... what are you making? It smells so good!"

Zhou Haibing glanced at her sideways, his spatula still in his hand, deftly rolling up the pancake and placing it on a plate.

"I made pancakes with eggs, luncheon meat, and shredded potatoes inside. Go brush your teeth and wash your face, they'll be ready to eat soon."

Li Su'e took a deep sniff, and the fragrance entered her lungs again.

She stood by the curtain, stunned for two seconds before fully regaining her senses, and nodded:

"Okay! I'll go right away."

She turned around a little faster than usual, her skirt catching a gust of morning breeze, causing the curtain to flutter slightly before being lowered again by the wind and hanging quietly.

She walked to the hand pump in the yard, pumped the water a few times, and cool water gushed out.

She squatted down beside the well, picked up the new toothbrush and enamel cup that Zhou Haibing had left there the night before, brushed her teeth with toothpaste, and then scooped up some water to wash her face.

The cold water made her shrink back slightly when it hit her cheeks, but it also completely washed away her morning grumpiness.

She stood up and wiped her face with a towel draped over the well. The towel was brand new and had a clean cotton smell.

Zhou Haibing had already placed three pancakes and two cartons of milk on the table in the consultation room.

The pancakes were served on a plate, each cut in half. The cut surface revealed layers of golden-yellow egg, browned luncheon meat, white potato shreds, and sauce-covered pancakes layered together.

The sight and smell simultaneously assault the senses, making one's throat involuntarily gurgle.

He wiped his hands, walked out of the examination room, and came to the door of the clinic.

The door to the break room was closed, and no sound could be heard through the crack in the door.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times:

"Haiqing, you sleepyhead, wake up!"

There was a rustling sound of someone turning over inside. After a while, the door was opened a crack.

Zhou Haiqing poked half his head out from the crack in the door. His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest. His eyes were not fully open, half-open and half-closed, and there was a red mark from the pillow on the corner of his mouth.

She asked in a sleepy voice, the last syllable drawn out:

"Big brother... so early..."

Zhou Haibing reached out and ruffled her messy hair:

"The sun's already high in the sky, is it still early? Get up, brush your teeth and wash your face, breakfast is ready."

Zhou Haiqing rubbed his eyes, and as he pulled his head back, he instinctively glanced out the window—

The sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn; the sun was still nestled behind the mountains, and the sky was a pale bluish-gray, not even showing signs of sunrise.

She poked her head out again, pointing towards the window, her voice clearly earnest:

"Brother, you're lying! The sun hasn't even risen yet!"

Zhou Haibing was amused by her serious and competitive demeanor:

"The sun hasn't risen yet, and it's getting late. If you went to bed early last night, you should get up early today. Get up quickly!" he added, his voice tinged with amusement.

"I made pancakes today with eggs and meat inside. They won't taste good if they get cold soon."

Zhou Haiqing originally wanted to linger a little longer, but when she heard the words "eggs and meat," it was as if an invisible rope suddenly tugged at her.

She shrank back, followed by a series of washing and splashing sounds.