When he woke up early in the morning, Qi Tianhong unexpectedly found that the dishes and chopsticks had been set up in the restaurant.

It doesn't take much thought to know that these can only be Mu Qingyang's masterpieces, presumably at this moment, there is already a prepared breakfast in the kitchen.

It seems that the mental state of people who sleep well is different.

Qi Tianhong thought that he had already come to the kitchen.

Sure enough, as he expected, he saw Mu Qingyang's figure in the kitchen, but why did the curtain get up so early?

At a glance, he saw that in addition to Mu Qingyang's figure in the kitchen, there was also a figure he expected.

"What will you eat for a while?" Qi Tianhong felt a little curious about Mu Qingyang's novel ideas from time to time.

"Steamed buns with meat and porridge. Mu Qingyang didn't look up, and seriously continued the movements on his hands.

Qi Tianhong seemed to be accustomed to Mu Qingyang's absent-minded answer, and glanced at the curtain that was already eating.

Look back at Mu Qingyang's hand.

I saw that Mu Qingyang was carefully cutting the steamed steamed buns horizontally, and sandwiched some vegetables, fried eggs and slices of meat that had been fried into them in proportion.

"Is it delicious?" I don't know why, Qi Tianhong actually asked about the curtain that was being tasted on the side.

"Okay. Mu Ziding replied briefly and wiped his mouth, it seemed that this was the second time he had eaten.

"Just looking at the quality of this is still a bit impressive. Qi Tianhong looked at the finished product on the plate, and the red, yellow and green colors were still pleasing to the eye.

Don't think about it, Qi Tianhong reached out and was about to take one over and taste it.

But at this moment, Mu Qingyang seemed to remember something, straightened up all of a sudden, and looked at Qi Tianhong's body at a glance.

"......" Qi Tianhong stretched out his hand, but he didn't expect Mu Qingyang to look up at him, or the kind of eyes that made him scratch his head.

“…… These...... Can't you eat it?" He pursed his lips and said what he knew was impossible.

"No!" Mu Qingyang shook his head again and again.

Pulled Qi Tianhong aside.

"This, one pill a day, remember to eat. Mu Qingyang reached out and took out a porcelain bottle in his sleeve pocket and handed it to Qi Tianhong's hand.

"What is it?" Seeing Mu Qingyang's mysterious look, Qi Tianhong frowned, not knowing what was in his hands.

"Some pills that might rejuvenate your palate. Mu Qingyang said, his voice couldn't help but carry a little excitement.

But what Mu Qingyang didn't expect was that Qi Tianhong's facial expression at this time was not as happy as he had expected.

"Oh. His face was indifferent, and he just spit out a cool word in his mouth.

He reached out and took the porcelain vase, but he almost didn't look at it and put it directly into his arms.

It's just that his move inevitably made Mu Qingyang feel a little disappointed.

In fact, for Qi Tianhong, restoring his sense of taste should be something he is looking forward to.

But decades have passed, and at the beginning, the third brother took him to search for a famous doctor all over the world, but the hope again and again was exchanged for disappointment again and again.

After a long time, his heart, which was originally full of hope, slowly began to become numb to this matter.

Sometimes time seems to heal some wounds.

I don't know when Qi Tianhong has no hope for restoring his sense of taste.

These are already a matter of irrelevance to him.

Therefore, no matter how the word "restore the sense of taste" is, it can't make any waves in his heart.

Fortunately, as long as he is full, he can grow strong and strong, so that he has a strong physique