Xiang Yixing snorted for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Then, I'll let him cook other dishes, make what you like to eat!" ”

Gao Meilan squeezed her hand and said with a smile, "No need, it's okay." I know, these dishes are made for you to eat, right? ”

Xiang Yixing touched his nose a little embarrassed.

Gao Meilan turned her head and looked at Li Chenxi's figure in the kitchen.

She sighed deeply.

"I still feel like a dream now, he's grown so big, he's already like an adult, he has a girlfriend, and he can cook."

"I really want to know when he started to cook, how he was in school, and how he fell in love with girls......

After saying this, she paused and looked at Xiang Yixing.

"I'm sorry to say this to you."

Xiang Yixing smiled softly and shook his head, "I understand." ”

In the days she was locked up, she couldn't do anything but imagine it.

The imagination of every scene is the strength that supports her.

When did Li Chenxi learn to cook, this answer is clearest to Yixing.

It was during his amnesia that she forced him to learn.

But she can't tell Gao Meilan about this.

Xiang Yixing thought about it, picked what he could say and told her, "When he was in school, he was cool, always cold, and it was difficult for people to get close, but many girls in the school liked him, and then he didn't care about people, and he didn't even look at it when others gave him love letters and gifts." ”

Hearing this, Gao Meilan suddenly looked very interested, and her eyes became focused.

Xiang Yixing continued to tell her about Li Chenxi.

In the kitchen, Li Chenxi probed and glanced at them, with a shallow smile in his eyes.

An hour later, the meal was ready.

Xiang Yixing helped Gao Meilan over and pulled out a chair for her to sit on.

Li Chenxi put down the last plate of tomato scrambled eggs, and naturally walked over to her and pulled out a chair for her.

Xiang Yixing smiled and sat down.

She looked at the three dishes made by Li Chenxi, and just smelling the smell made her want to cry a little.

The taste seems to be ......

It's the taste of Ah Li's cooking.

She blinked, swallowing the sourness in her eyes.

After the cooking aunt finished the rice and soup, she went back to the kitchen to clean up.

Li Chenxi sat opposite, glanced at Yixing, and found that her eyes were red.

He didn't speak, just sandwiched a rib for her, and then sandwiched something else for his mother.

"Let's eat."

Xiang Yixing was very satisfied with this meal.

Eat well too...... It's a bit of a stretch.

Because he was embarrassed to stay here all the time, Xiang Yixing was ready to leave after eating.

Li Chenxi sent her down.

He squeezed her hand tightly, as if he didn't want her to go.

Xiang Yixing explained, "I'm going back to accompany my mother, otherwise I'll stay here all the time, she'll be jealous, and I'll come back to you tomorrow." ”

She let go of her hand and prepared to get into the car.

Li Chenxi grabbed her and pulled her back.

Xiang Yixing looked at him puzzled, "Do you have something to say to me?" ”

Li Chenxi sank her eyes and asked her, "When do you plan to return to China?" ”

"This ......"

Xiang Yixing hasn't thought about this question yet.

First, she still wants to accompany her mother, although she is a little superstitious, but after she came to the United States, her mother is indeed getting better day by day, so she is afraid that if she leaves, her mother's condition will deteriorate again.

Second, he is also here, and he should not return to China for a while, so she has not thought about returning to China.