French Egg Stew
by Fish swimming towards the blue sky
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
1h
Serving
3
That layer of crisp and scorched black spots is the mark of Huo falling in love with sugar, which is branded on the tip of the tongue after a bite. The texture of stewed eggs is free from reality, which is a romance that vulgar mouth can't keep. The sweetness that slipped through the throat, like a naughty child piercing a red balloon, was still full and round in the first second, and a thrilling pleasure was achieved in the next second. The feeling of sweets is so wonderful.
