Master returned from traveling with two eggs, one black and one white, in his arms.
The brothers and sisters surrounded the egg, excitedly studying what magical beast would hatch this time.
Only I, who was still a milk baby, rushed over quickly.
A black egg in the left hand and a white egg in the right hand, heading straight to the kitchen.
The black ones are made into boiled eggs, and the white ones are made into omelette. Whoever dares to stop me will get out.
It's not that I'm being overbearing and unreasonable.
Just because in the last life, our entire sect was destroyed by these two eggs.
