Eggs

"I am here to check what you're making." Emma looked at the trash can and then looked back at the counter where the disaster took place. The expression on her face was somewhat indescribable. She was obsessive-compulsive and could hardly bear to see all of these.

"Porridge." Jaquan pointed at the pressure cooker and pointed back at the chaos. "I wanted to make a dish."

Emma looked at the bowl and the counter, there were eggs and eggshells. She could no longer stay cool.

She took a deep breath and asked, "Why did you want to cook?"

If he were asked by his friends, Jaquan would feel a little embarrassed. But it didn't matter to tell Emma about it. He fetched out a new bowl, picked up an egg, and cracked it, "I want to cook for my parents."

Emma stared at him and remained silent for a moment. Then she offered help.

"No, thanks." Jaquan didn't even look up. With a hard push, the egg shattered again, and his hands were covered in egg yolk and egg white.

"..."