Sabine stood in the kitchen doorway, holding an empty bowl. Half of her hair had come loose, and her face was completely blank.
"Doing inventory." I snapped my apron pocket shut. "What brings you down here?"
"I didn't get enough to eat at dinner." She gave a bitter little laugh. "Do you have any leftover rice? Just make me some egg and chive rice. That's fine."
I opened the refrigerator and took out two eggs and a bowl of leftover rice from the previous night. I lit the burner, heated the oil in a skillet, and poured in the beaten eggs.
Egg and chive rice sounded simple, but making it perfectly required precise heat control and just the right amount of force when turning the rice in the pan.
The oil had to be hot enough for the eggs to puff up the second they hit the pan, but not so h
