I can't tell, but I know what to do?

"It's ...... What do you mean? ”

Abbey was puzzled, and she looked at Merlin, hoping that the other party would give an answer.

“…… Not. ”

Obviously, Merlin also has no way to state his current state. The scenes in the fragments of memory, he could only vaguely recall some of them. Not to mention what the people in memory are doing......

But even so, Merlin still got more cooking skills than he imagined from these memory fragments. And among them, the kind of thing that Abbe lacks has also begun to slowly emerge in front of his eyes recently.

"Okay, I'll make the same dish now, and you'll be watching from my side."

Eventually, Merlin came up with such an idea. Although he can't tell, Merlin believes that what Abbe lacks, and at the same time the cooking skills he is recovering from, are definitely part of his instincts.

It's like picking up a spatula for the first time, cooking for the first time, and stir-frying for the first time!

The kind of coherence that emanates from the bone marrow, even if you forget it, there will be absolutely no mistakes or omissions!

"Look at it."

Merlin, who had already prepared all the ingredients at the stove, said this to Abbe on the side, and then picked up the spatula on the side and began to cook completely according to instinct for the first time.

What Abbe tried today was a salted pork bowl that belongs to the broad category of fried rice.

The bacon is made from authentic Jinhua ham; Vegetables are all kinds of shepherd's cabbage and coriander that grow on the mountains and have full game; As for the rice, Abbe had already steamed out a large basket as early as the night before.

There are also various oils, salts, sauces, and vinegars. and lard specially prepared to make the rice more fragrant......

Scoop out half a spoonful of lard and place it in a pan. Heat until melted.

The golden animal oil. With the heat flow, it brings out an appetizing aroma. In an instant, the entire kitchen was filled with the smell.

"Then there's the bacon, and the vegetables."

Merlin muttered, his eyes blank at the moment, but the movements above his hands were a little faster than usual.

The stir-fry of the salted meat, mixed with lard, made a sizzling sound. It's like the prologue of the beginning of a symphony, and people can't help but look forward to the development that follows.

Immediately after that, there are green vegetables.

It represents the natural green color, and blends with the salted meat that has been stir-fried to a pale pink color, and with the stir-frying of the merlin, it turns into a beautiful pattern of green and pink in an instant.

Up until this point, Merlin's actions, except that they were a little faster, were no different from Abe's.

But in the next second!

Merlin suddenly stopped his coherent movements!

He held out his free left hand. It swirls above the iron pot, and his mouth seems to be saying something.

"Let's make it delicious...... Let's make it delicious......"

Abbe was standing by Merlin's side. At this moment, seeing that Merlin was showing different methods, it was almost attached to his body. Naturally, the words that Merlin muttered were all listened to by her.

Is this what Merlin says he is missing?

But...... What's the point?

Abbe looked at Merlin, who seemed to be a wizard's method, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, is this kind of behavior that has nothing to do with cooking really what he lacks?

Or will there be more powerful skills in Merlin's hands in the future?

With this thought, Abbedon looked more seriously.

Pity......

Until the rice was finally put on a plate, Merlin did not show any unusual behavior.

Is it over? And that's the end of it?

Abbe was a little speechless, just adding an action that had no effect on the dish itself, could it make the dish in front of him even more delicious?

"Let's try it."

As if he saw Abbey's entanglement, Merlin didn't say much, just put the plate containing the rice in front of Abbey, and then smiled and waited for her to taste.

"That'...... You're welcome. ”

Even if it's Merlin, the food he makes shouldn't be much different from his own.

With a sense of not admitting defeat, Abbe scooped up a little rice with a spoon, and after a few gentle breaths, he put it into his mouth.

The next moment!

Abbe's eyes suddenly widened, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

"Why? Why is it so delicious! ”

At this moment, Abbe seems to be in a cool pool, and the cold feeling directly clears the heat of the original summer.

In the next second, she seemed to have come to the mountains and forests, and the cool breeze that was not blowing caressed her cheeks, and at the same time, it also took away the heat in her heart.

Then Abbe went to a field where the people were toiling, and the rain was falling down the fields, seeping into the soil and moistening the seeds so that they could grow healthy in the coming year.

This is a celebration of life! It's also a symphony of nature!

Delicious! It's so delicious!

The sky is raining, and the fairies scattering flowers are nothing more than that.

The delicacy that constantly touches the taste buds of the tongue, Merlin, how did he do it?!

Abbe had tasted the rice he had made before, and although it was delicious, it was like mud compared to what Merlin had made, and it couldn't be compared to it at all.

However, Merlin obviously uses the same ingredients as himself, and even the action when cooking is almost ...... Wrong! During the whole cooking process, Merlin did make a completely unnecessary move!

Could it be because of that action?

Abbe couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Looking at her like this, Merlin didn't choose to bother, he just gathered the leftovers on the table like a good husband, and then, taking his own spoon, began to destroy the food one bite at a time.

Abbe was shocked by Merlin's appearance, and Merlin himself was not surprised by what had just happened.

The originally scattered memories began to come to Merlin when he was cooking with a little bit of air.

There were more memories than Merlin had recalled in the past six months.

If it weren't for the instinct of cooking, perhaps halfway through, Merlin would have fallen into pain because of those complicated memories.

Fortunately, as time passed, Merlin finally absorbed all these memories.

Cooking...... Cooking...... Cooking......

It's all about cooking, and while they're useful, Merlin, if you can, you'd love to be able to recall the parts that have to do with your identity. (To be continued......)