The first rays of morning sunlight streamed across the farmyard, waking up the animals one by one. The roosters crowed loudly, hens scratched the ground for grain, and somewhere in the corner of the garden, Chef BiBi the monkey was already planning her breakfast mission. Today, she had a special job — to prepare delicious egg rolls for baby monkey Obi.
Obi was still curled up in his little hammock, sleeping peacefully. BiBi wanted him to wake up to the smell of something warm and tasty. But first, she needed the most important ingredient — fresh eggs. Putting on her little apron, BiBi trotted toward the chicken coop, carrying a small woven basket.
The hens clucked curiously when she arrived. BiBi knew to be gentle, just as she had been taught. She carefully checked the nesting boxes, lifting a few curious hens to peek underneath. One by one, she collected the smooth, warm eggs, placing them gently into her basket so they wouldn’t crack. The morning air was filled with the soft sounds of clucking and the faint scent of straw.
When she had gathered enough eggs, BiBi carried the basket back to her outdoor kitchen. She washed each egg in clean water, humming softly as she worked. Then, she cracked them into a wooden mixing bowl, the golden yolks shining brightly. With a small whisk, she beat the eggs until they were perfectly blended, adding a pinch of salt and a splash of fresh milk to make them fluffy.
Meanwhile, she prepared the vegetables for the filling — finely chopped carrots, green onions, and a few fresh herbs from the garden. She sautéed them lightly in a pan, the aroma drifting through the morning air. Once the vegetables were tender, she poured in the beaten eggs, letting them cook slowly until they were soft and golden. With skillful hands, BiBi rolled the omelet into neat spirals, slicing it into bite-sized pieces.
By now, Obi had woken up. His nose twitched at the delicious smell, and he followed it straight to the kitchen. His eyes lit up when he saw the plate of perfectly rolled egg slices. BiBi placed the plate in front of him, and without hesitation, Obi took a bite. The egg was soft and flavorful, the vegetables adding a gentle sweetness. He chewed happily, swinging his tail and making little squeaks of joy.
BiBi watched proudly as Obi finished one roll after another. For her, cooking wasn’t just about making food — it was about showing care. Every step, from harvesting the eggs to preparing the filling, was done with love and attention.
