"Because there was one person who made wontons that I will never forget."

Zhao Mocheng opened his mouth lightly, looking at Yun Xiaoshuang in front of him with deep eyes.

Originally, he thought that he had seen Yun Xiaoshuang make wontons so many times, and he should be fine, but he didn't think that his brain would know it, but his hands couldn't do it.

"That person must be someone very important to you."

Yun Xiaoshuang nodded, thinking that it should be his wife, and she pitied him even more.

After all, the people who have been with you all your life are gone at this time, and they will always see things and think about people.

"Can you cook me a bowl of wontons with three fresh fillings?"

Hearing her words made Zhao Mocheng even more distressed, although he really wanted to take Yun Xiaoshuang away now.

But when he thought of the words of the Eighth Prince, he could only put away such thoughts.

After all, he didn't know what caused Yun Xiaoshuang's amnesia, but he didn't dare to continue to stimulate her, for fear that something more serious would happen.

When he talked about wontons, there seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes, allowing Yun Xiaoshuang to fall into the scene he had set up.

"Okay."

Yun Xiaoshuang could only agree at this time, because she really felt that Zhao Mocheng was very pitiful.

Although he didn't know what his wife's wontons were like, she could only give it a try.

"No, why did you ask Xiaoshuang to make wontons for you, how old are you."

Song Qingyuan jumped out from the side, and he thought about it when he heard the conversation between the two just now, but he also wanted to see what Zhao Mocheng was going to do.

Now making such a request, he definitely can't stand it, and jumps out to block it.

At this time, the tears in Zhao Mocheng's eyes disappeared, and they were replaced by a lingering murderous aura.

When Song Qingyuan saw his eyes, his body trembled slightly.

Zhao Mocheng's murderous aura was cultivated in the pile of dead people on the battlefield, and it was not easy to deal with a small Song Qingyuan.

"Qingyuan, don't make trouble, this gentleman must miss his wife very much, if I can help him get back the original taste, I am willing."

Yun Xiaoshuang couldn't stand it anymore, Zhao Mocheng was such a pitiful person, Song Qingyuan actually said such a thing.

After being reprimanded by Yun Xiaoshuang, although Song Qingyuan was very unhappy, he didn't say anything.

What's more, Zhao Mocheng's eyes were too scary, and he had no doubt that if he said something more, Zhao Mocheng would kill him directly.

"Then thank you Miss Yun."

Zhao Mocheng stood up and thanked him stiffly, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.

Yun Xiaoshuang nodded, came to the front of his stall, picked up the chopsticks and tasted the wonton filling he mixed, almost not throwing it out.

I finally knew why the faces of those people who ate were so ugly, this wonton filling was really unpalatable.

Luckily, she went to the grocery store across the street and bought some shrimp skins and spices and returned to the stall.

Add the shrimp skin to the wonton filling, add some salt and other seasonings, and start stirring slowly clockwise.

For a bowl of wontons with three fresh fillings, shrimp skin is the soul in it and is indispensable.

After a few minutes, the wonton filling is mixed and the dough is rekneaded to make the wonton wrapper.

Because she just took a look, Zhao Mocheng's wonton skin was very hard, and she didn't know how those diners bit it.

Looking at her movements, Zhao Mocheng's old face turned red, and he found that he hadn't done anything well, and Yun Xiaoshuang was equivalent to doing it again.

Looking at the busy Yun Xiaoshuang, Zhao Mocheng saw the shadow at the beginning, and he was very excited, but he also pressed it.

As the wonton wrappers were ready, Yun Xiaoshuang began to wrap the wontons, with both hands side by side, and the speed was very fast, just a few minutes to wrap more than two dozen wontons.

The firewood had been exhausted, and Zhao Mocheng didn't wait for her command to start lighting the fire again and boiling the water.

This is exactly the same as when he was in the mountain village, every day Yun Xiaoshuang cooks, he comes to light the fire, and now he actually goes back.

Soon, the water was already boiling, the wontons went in, and Yun Xiaoshuang began to control the heat.

A beautiful woman cooked wontons on the street, which attracted the people around her, and they all came to watch, and they also praised Yun Xiaoshuang.

After all, Yun Xiaoshuang looks like a beautiful lady, but she works very quickly, which is very rare.

After the wontons were cooked, she took out a bowl, sprinkled with chopped green onions and coriander, and handed it to Zhao Mocheng.

"Fortunately, let's try it."

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Yun Xiaoshuang smiled gently, like an open epiphany, which made the people around her look a little stupid.

The same is true for Zhao Mocheng, Yun Xiaoshuang's smile has always healed people's hearts like this.

"Mr. Zhao? Please taste it, it will be cold for a while. ”

Yun Xiaoshuang looked at him in a daze, and hurriedly greeted him again.

Zhao Mocheng came back to his senses at this time, then nodded, sat down, picked up the spoon and took a sip of soup first.

That's right, it's the taste, he didn't care about the ravioli hot mouth, and directly scooped one with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

Although the wontons are very hot, this taste is a taste that he will never forget, and he will never forget it until he dies.

The aroma of pork and shrimp skin complement each other, coupled with the aroma of leeks, which constantly stimulates his taste buds.

Since he came to the capital, he only cares about dealing with others and guarding against others every day, and he has not eaten the wontons made by Yun Xiaoshuang himself for a long time.

This wonton healed his heart and reminded him of his original intention.

"How? Is it tasty? ”

Yun Xiaoshuang looked at him expectantly, although she didn't expect it to taste the same as in his heart, but it was delicious.

"It's the best ravioli I've ever tasted, and it's the taste I remember."

Zhao Mocheng nodded, so he didn't hesitate to praise Yun Xiaoshuang, and began to gobble up the wontons in the bowl.

Yun Xiaoshuang was suddenly relieved, and she was able to use her skills to awaken the memories in the hearts of diners, which was also a good thing she did.

However, Song Qingyuan on the side was very unhappy, and the two of them began to flirt and scold, not taking him seriously at all.

At this time, someone came to the medicinal food stall to buy medicinal food, and Song Qingyuan and Yun Xiaoshuang were also busy, so this matter was put aside.

At this time, the bowl in front of Zhao Mocheng's eyes was already empty, and there was not even a drop of soup left, it all fell into his mouth.

He looked at Yun Xiaoshuang with deep eyes, and he couldn't imagine that she actually had amnesia.

Although he believed the words of the Eighth Prince, how could he hold back.

In the evening, Yun Xiaoshuang closed the stall, and Zhao Mocheng also put away the wonton stall, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Back at the restaurant, it was originally the prefect of Suzhou City who planned to hold a banquet to entertain Yun Xiaoshuang.

But today, the Eighth Prince really scared him so much, he couldn't do this for the sake of a Yun Xiaoshuang offending the Eighth Prince.

"Well, can I talk to you?"

When he was about to enter the room, Zhao Mocheng spoke.

He also hesitated for a long time, although he didn't know what to say to Yun Xiaoshuang, but he always wanted to stay with her for a while.

Yun Xiaoshuang looked at him suspiciously, and finally agreed, but Song Qingyuan on the side was unhappy.

"Xiaoshuang, don't go, maybe he has some bad intentions, when the time comes, he will call the heavens and the earth to be unhealthy, and he will not be a good person at first glance."

Song Qingyuan stopped in front of her, and then said loudly.

Zhao Mocheng was really angry with him, if it weren't for Yun Xiaoshuang here, he would have killed someone.

"It's okay, I believe Mr. Zhao is not such a person, Mr. Zhao, let's go."

Yun Xiaoshuang shook her head, although she didn't know why she trusted him so much, but she just couldn't say it clearly.

Deep down in her heart, she believes that Zhao Mocheng is not a bad person, which is very nonsensical, but it seems that this feeling is deep-rooted.

And today, when I was cooking wontons for him, when I watched him eat wontons, a very familiar feeling came to my heart.

Although this familiarity was very unprovoked and made her very confused, she was also willing to believe that Zhao Mocheng was not a bad person.

Zhao Mocheng nodded, glared at Song Qingyuan, and let Song Qingyuan hold back what he wanted to say, then turned around and walked out, Yun Xiaoshuang followed behind him.

The two of them walked around the hall of the restaurant to the backyard, which was not big, only a stone table, and the two sat on the stools and looked at each other.

At this time, it was already very late, the moon was quietly rising, and countless stars were hanging in the sky, which was extremely beautiful.

"What does Mr. Zhao want to talk to me about?"

Yun Xiaoshuang was the first to speak, I don't know why, as long as she stayed with Zhao Mocheng, she had a very reassuring feeling.

This feeling made her very comfortable, and since the amnesia, she couldn't remember anything, and every day was spent in uneasiness.

Even when she was sleeping, she would be woken up by nightmares, and this was the first time she had such a feeling of peace of mind, which made her like to stay by Zhao Mocheng's side.

"Do you remember this?"

Zhao Mocheng took out a small object from his arms, which was a string of wind chimes.

At first glance, this wind chime is not a precious thing, but it is made of thin copper, and it is not so good-looking.

But Zhao Mocheng wore the wind chimes with red rope, and there were also some hanging ornaments on them, which looked much better, and it seemed that he cherished this thing very much.

"Me? I've never seen anything like this. ”

Yun Xiaoshuang recalled it carefully, and then shook her head, she really didn't have any impression at all.

"This is the jewelry you personally selected for me when I was in the capital, I cherish it very much, and it has been kept until now."

Zhao Mocheng smiled gently, if this smile was seen by the people in the capital, it was estimated that he would be very surprised.

Because for those people in the capital, Zhao Mocheng is just an ice cube, indifferent and abnormal, without a trace of emotion.

But in front of Yun Xiaoshuang, he was able to remove his cold disguise, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

This is what he can only do to Yun Xiaoshuang, and even the Eighth Prince can't see him like this.

"I gave it to you? But I have no impression, I don't remember that we met before. ”

His words made Yun Xiaoshuang even more puzzled, and she took the wind chimes he handed over, frowning slightly.

But he couldn't think of anything, whether it was Zhao Mocheng's face or the wind chimes in his hand, he didn't have any impression at all.