"I just know how to make soup, and I heard Zhiluo say that in the past, my father had a cold stomach, so I went to learn to make soup." Ni Duruo seemed to smile, and reached out to give him another bowl: "If the husband likes it, drink more." ”

Zhiluo retreated far away, only standing under the silk curtain in front of the door.

Xiao Jingyun raised his chopsticks, and when he ate the dishes in his mouth, he felt that the sweet, sour, bitter and spicy were very flavorful, penetrating between the teeth between the tongues, pervasive, and the five flavors were mixed.

Raising his eyes, he saw Ni Duruo staring at him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to have a hint of sourness, so he asked gently, "Why don't you eat?" ”

Ni Duruo shook his head, "When I was making soup before, I suddenly remembered some bits and pieces of the past. She was still laughing, thinking about what Zhiluo said, and then her words were a little desolate

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