Once she had enough, BiBi returned to her little outdoor kitchen. She rinsed the eggs in cool water, humming a cheerful tune as she worked. Then she cracked them into a wooden bowl, the golden yolks glistening in the sunlight. With a whisk, she beat them until they were light and fluffy, adding a pinch of salt and a splash of milk to make them extra soft.
Next, she prepared the filling. BiBi chopped fresh vegetables from the garden — crisp carrots, green onions, and a few herbs — and sautéed them lightly in a pan. The sweet, savory aroma floated through the air, drawing Obi closer from where he had been playing nearby.
When the vegetables were ready, BiBi poured in the beaten eggs, letting them cook slowly over the heat. She tilted the pan gently, making sure the eggs spread evenly, then rolled the omelet into a smooth, tight spiral. With careful precision, she sliced it into bite-sized pieces, revealing the colorful filling inside.
Obi’s eyes lit up when he saw the plate of golden egg rolls. He hopped into his seat, eager to taste them. The first bite made him squeal with happiness — the eggs were soft and creamy, and the vegetables gave a gentle crunch and sweetness. He ate piece after piece, his tail swishing in delight.
BiBi watched proudly, knowing her effort had made Obi’s morning special. Cooking for her friend wasn’t just about filling his belly — it was about sharing care, warmth, and a little bit of love in every bite.
By the time the plate was empty, Obi leaned back, rubbing his full stomach with a happy grin. BiBi smiled, already thinking about what she might cook for him next time.
