On my birthday, he made a bowl of egg cake with five eggs and a bowl of flour.
He said that people in big cities eat cakes on their birthdays, not only with eggs, but also with cream, icing sugar, and chocolate filling.
I drooled and asked him what flavor the birthday cake was.
He frowned and said it was too sweet, only children like it.
I asked him how he knew the taste of the cake.
But Uriah covered his head and said his head hurt, scaring me so much that I dared not ask again, nor did I dare to think about the taste of the birthday cake.
That day, Uriah was beaten by my mother for stealing eggs from home.
My mother scolded him for being wasteful and said he stole eggs, and even stole five at once!
For our poor family, selling five eggs could be worth a day's meal money.
Uriah didn't say a word and didn't mention that I had eaten all those eggs.
After being beaten, he lay on the bed and made a promise to me.
"Uma, when I have a future and leave this mountain, I will definitely let you taste a real birthday cake!"
I felt sorry for him and shook my head, saying I didn't want it.
The birthday cake may be delicious, but Uriah is more important.
In my memory, he didn't do any housework, and that day the egg cake was all burnt.
Mom always said that Uriah will study hard and achieve great success in the future, so she didn't let him cook at all.
But Uriah was skillfully busy cooking in the kitchen then.
Iris hugged Uriah's waist from behind.
She said, "Uriah, you don't have to cook. I can order takeout."
Uriah immediately frowned and said, "Can takeout be as delicious as what I cook?"
Iris was not afraid of him being angry at all. She dipped her finger in flour and wiped it on his nose.
"I'm just afraid that you will get tired, Uriah."
Uriah indulged in all her actions and didn't even clean the flour on his nose.
He smiled and said, "How can I get tired of cooking for my little sister? I'm so happy."
Diverse dishes were served on the table, but Iris only took a bite of each.
"Uriah, this vinegar is too much, it's a bit sour."
"Uriah, this seems a bit hard, I can't bite it."
She gave the order, and Uriah immediately went into the kitchen.
I watched her command Uriah like a queen, making me itch with anger.
She was clearly deliberately teasing him!
When Uriah came out of the kitchen, sweating and busy, she smiled and said she was full but still wanted dessert.