In Fenghua Yipin, she took advantage of his whim when he was not at home, so she cooked a Taoist cooking, called scrambled eggs with tomatoes, who would have thought that the result of her scrambled was black, mushy and salty, and the dishes he made were simply heaven and earth, and there was no comparison at all.

Later, I checked and found out that it was because she didn't put oil!

Hearing this, the spoon in Di Hanzhe's hand paused inadvertently, and the emotions in his eyes were a little complicated, "I told you before that when I was young, every morning when I went to school, my mother would personally cook breakfast for me and my father. ”

Mu Mumu nodded, "Well, you said it." ”

"Even though there were several servants in the family, she insisted that breakfast had to be done by herself, and at that time we sat at the same table eating the bread and porridge prepared by my mother, listening to my mother and father chatting about family life, talking and laughing together, this is the most beautiful and warm home memory in my mind." ”

Mu Mumu's eyes rolled, listening to his words, he could also imagine that he used to have a happy family and was a child who was pampered by his parents.

Just thinking about it, his tone suddenly darkened, "This atmosphere has been with me until I was fifteen years old, and it was completely over, at that time I wanted to use work to numb myself, so that I didn't think that they were no longer there, I was busy until I stayed up all night, twenty-four hours, only four hours of sleep, and the rest of the time I was working on the computer, and it lasted for two whole years, and one day in the third year, I suddenly fainted." ”

Mu Mumu's heart tightened, Di Hanzhe pursed his thin lips, lowered his eyes and stirred the spoon in the soup, and continued, "The doctor said that I was overtired and needed to rest, at that time I was lying alone on the hospital bed, and the only thing I thought about was the porridge and cakes made by my mother, and then I got out of bed, asked the doctor for noodles, eggs and rice, and learned how my mother cooked in the kitchen." ”

Speaking of this, Di Hanzhe's tone became relaxed again, as if it was a very interesting thing he had done.

"In the end, the porridge was a little mushy and the bread was dark, but I thought it was the most delicious meal I had in those years, and then I kept making cakes and porridge, because for me, it was the only thing I could feel the smell of fireworks in the world. ”

Looking at the loneliness and loneliness faintly revealed in him, Mu Mumu stretched out his arms around his waist, a little distressed, "Di Hanzhe, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked this question." ”

Originally, he was also pampered and cared for by his parents, and he had a very warm family, and the sudden death of his parents was a thunderbolt for him, thinking that he worked hard day and night in order to paralyze himself, until his body was overloaded, he was too tired and fainted, and her heart was uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but be a little annoyed with herself, knowing that his breakfast was taught by his mother, and knowing that his parents were asking this question in addition to such a thing, and pulling up his wounds plainly.

Di Hanzhe put down the soup and rubbed her hair affectionately, and the loneliness on her face had already faded.

Seeing her looking at herself guiltily, his thin lips hooked slightly, coaxing, "It's okay, these are all in the past, you're not wrong, you don't need to apologize, huh?"

Mu Mumu was still guilty and mentioned his sadness.

Seeing her like this, Di Hanzhe chuckled, "But if you ask me why I can make the dishes so delicious, then I can only say that it may be because I have a high talent in cooking." ”

"Sometimes, I think that it is really a pity that I don't want to be a chef in a five-star hotel in my life, and I have buried such a good craft!"