Chapter 1688: The taste he gives is a memory that can never be forgotten

"By the way, I haven't planned to pick up a new drama in recent months. You should follow Mu Rongmian first, after all, I'm a young master, take care of ..."
Since it is Ye Shaoguang, of course Yan Qingsi can't do it for him?
"Well, thank you Sister Qingsi."
Yan Qingsi smiled and clicked again. Ji Mianmian had recognized that it was Ye Shaoguang, but she never said, she knew why.
Because Mu Rongmian refuses to admit it, but it doesn't matter, he is all alone.
Since everyone didn't say it, she didn't need to expose it, she was clear in her heart.
Yan Qingsi saw that Ji Mianmian was a little rusty in cooking. When she cut potatoes, she almost cut them several times, which was really frightening.
Sure enough, cut the shredded potatoes, but the result is cut into fries.
Yan Qingsi looked a little worried, and rolled up her sleeves: "Oh, you said that you, why are you so stupid, I come ..."
But as soon as she picked up the knife, before she cut it, Yue Tingfeng, who came in from outside, grabbed her wrist: "Wife, I ’m here for this rough job. You go out first, and you can coax Almond to play, this meal Let's make the meal, ah ... "
Yan Qingsi turned her head and looked, behind Yue Tingfeng, there was a mu Rongmian holding almonds.
She shrugged. "So ... okay."
Yan Qingsi took the almond from Mu Rongmian's arms. He shook his sore arm, walked to Ji Mianmian, and took off her apron: "Go out first."
"Ah ... oh ..." Ji Mianmian walked out of the kitchen blankly, turned around and glanced again. Mu Rongmian, who had already put on an apron and picked up a kitchen knife, had a sore eye. This scene made her return to the past.
Ye Shaoguang used to cook for her.
Yan Qingsi pulled Ji Mianmian to sit down and sighed: "It's not too bad to eat at noon today."
Ji Mianmian touched his nose: "The food I cook now is not ... unpleasant ..."
It is just that sometimes there will be more salt, sometimes, you may forget to put salt, sometimes you are not familiar with it, and sometimes it is burnt.
......
Mu Rongmian was here, and this lunch was soon prepared.
The four people, plus a milk baby who hasn't finished eating, sit at the dining table just like before.
Ji Mianmian picked up chopsticks and took a bite of sweet and sour tenderloin. Tears almost didn't flow out. This was the taste. She narrowed her eyes happily: "It's still the taste, it really hasn't changed, it's delicious ..."
Mu Rongmian quietly gave her food, but he rarely ate.
The dishes on the table are made by Mu Rongmian, and Yue Tingfeng also beats. These tastes are deeply imprinted on the memory of Ji Mianmian and will never fade. This is the taste that Ye Shaoguang gave her So she can never forget the taste.
Almond lay in Yue Tingfeng's arms, watching his dad eat bite-by-bit, the little guy, his eyes open and round, his pink tongue kept licking his lips, and the saliva flowed out without notice.
At a meal, Ji Mianmian covered his stomach: "I can't do it anymore ... it's too much to eat ..."
It's been a long time since she has eaten so much.
Since Ye Shaoguang's departure, food has no special meaning to Ji Mianmian.
Mu Rongmian frowned as he looked at Ji Mianmian.
After having dinner, Yan Qingsi and Yue Tingfeng were leaving.
Before leaving, she said to Mu Rongmian, "The body should go to the hospital for examination, or go, anyway ... everyone knows."