Ye Xi looked at the bowl of tomato and egg noodles in front of him, which looked excellent and fragrant, and was slightly dazed.

In the last post-apocalyptic world, she didn't have a chance to cook at all, she shouldn't have been able to cook, but why was she very skilled as soon as she got started, as if she had done it a thousand times.

"222, don't you know what that memory I don't have?"

222 was just complained about not watching the plot well, this will be plunged into the original world plot to make up for it, and he was unexpectedly asked, and he looked up at her half a beat slowly.

[When I met Dada, Dada didn't have any memory. The main system asked me to bind you, and then said that as long as you travel through multiple dimensional worlds and help the original owner fulfill their wishes, you can get their souls to repair the greatly incomplete souls. When the patching is finished, you will be able to remember everything from before. 】

Ye Xi listened expressionlessly, reached out and picked up the bowl of noodles, put it on the dining table next to him, and then got up and prepared to knock on Xiao Yan's door.

As for the past, she can't think of anything at all now, and no matter how much she wants, it's better to do the task well and get more souls as soon as possible.

As soon as he took a step out, he saw a meticulous and cold man in a tailored suit.

"I cooked a bowl of noodles, thank you for bringing me back last night, and the clothes just now, thank you."

Xiao Yan looked at the woman in front of her who was only wearing a white shirt, extremely sexy but with gentle eyebrows, obviously exuding a faint bewitching aura all over her body, but her eyes were clear, and she didn't see half of the charm.

Those two extreme colors, presented in her alone, are enough to attract all eyes and stop at her.

His eyebrows moved slightly, nodded a few steps forward, and walked towards the restaurant without saying a word.

Ye Xi raised his eyes, this man really doesn't like to talk, but fortunately, he is willing to come over and eat the noodles she cooked, at least it proves that he doesn't particularly hate her!

Xiao Yan pulled out a chair and sat down, and when his eyes touched the tomato egg noodles in front of him, his eyes sank slightly, and a faint dark color poured out from the bottom of his eyes, and a dark tide emerged, as if intertwined with a large piece of ink.

"You eat first, and I'll cook a bowl myself."

Ye Xi stood in front of the stove with his back to him, skillfully cutting tomatoes and beating eggs.

The wide white shirt can't hide her good figure, and the waist that is so slender that she can hold it slightly twists with the movements of her hands, outlining an extremely attractive silhouette.

Xiao Yan stared at her like this, the darkness in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he returned to his previous coldness.

I thought that this woman had investigated him, so she deliberately made this bowl of tomato egg noodles.

But apart from him and his mother, there was no third person in the world who knew about what happened back then.

Even those gossip reporters who have been digging up his information, no one knows that the most delicious food in the heart of he, the president of the Shaw Group, is such a bowl of tomato and egg noodles that are so simple that they can be seen everywhere!

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows, reached out to pick up the chopsticks, and pinched some noodles to his mouth.

The noodles in the mouth have a slight sour taste of tomatoes and the aroma of sesame oil, and the noodles are cooked very vigorously and have an excellent taste.

The familiar smell spread between his mouths, and at this moment, he seemed to go back in time, remembering the only memories that he once felt happy.

After eating the noodles, Xiao Yan took another sip of the soup, and even the taste of the soup was almost the same as in his past memory.

He raised his eyes and stared at the figure who was busy in front of the stove, his eyes were extremely deep and dark, as if he contained countless emotions, which had been fiercely suppressed in his heart, but at this moment, because of a bowl of noodles, he almost vented.

Ye Xi poured the boiled noodles into the bowl, turned around and turned around, and crashed into a pair of black eyes as deep as the sea.

The eyes are facing each other.

Neither of them spoke, just looked at each other quietly, and there seemed to be a quiet breath wafting in the air.

No sound is willing to break such silence at this moment!