Well, it's delicious.

It's the taste of memory.

There are many chefs in the Yin family, and they generally don't need the master to cook in person, but Wen Muyao has taken the initiative to cook a few times, not many times, but every time Yin Xiao has a deep memory.

While eating, he asked Twilight about his time in the kindergarten, and Twinkle told him all about it, and told him a lot of other things.

Those were all quite childish things, Yin Xiao wouldn't even listen to a word in the past, but now he listened to them with relish.

Wen Muyao tilted his head, how could he listen so attentively, didn't he feel bored?

Every time Twinkle told her about it, she listened patiently, but that was because Twinkle was her daughter.

And for Yin Xiao, Shining is just a child who has nothing to do with him, and he won't do this.

Thinking about it, Wen Muyao also began to eat.

The meal was very harmonious, but at the end of the meal, Yin Xiao didn't feel very tasteful.

I always feel that something is missing, and my heart is empty.

What is it?

He kept thinking.

That's right...... It's soup! The decanting soup made by Wen Muyao himself!

That was the most Wen Muyao had done for him in those seven years.

Yin Xiao's eyes darkened, although he hadn't drunk the sobering soup for five years, he still remembered the taste of the soup clearly.

It's thick, salty, and delicious......

"I want soup."

The man on the other side said suddenly.

Wen Muyao was stunned for a moment: "What soup?" ”

If it wasn't difficult, she would make it for him, after all, the meal was prepared as a thank you to him.

Yin Xiao said, "Decanting soup." ”

“……”

Decanting soup is not difficult to make, but ......

"You haven't been drinking, what are you doing with sobering soup?"

Yin Xiao glanced at Wen Muyao lightly: "I just want to drink."

“…… All right. ”

The ingredients needed for decanting soup are very simple, and they happen to be available at home, so Wen Muyao got up and went to the kitchen and made him a bowl.

She came out with the hot soup and put it in front of Yin Xiao: "It's a little hot, you can dry it for a while and drink it." ”

Yin Xiao looked at the hot soup in front of him, a familiar and unfamiliar fragrant smell wafted in, and a feeling of soreness rose in his heart.

When was the last time you drank the decanting soup made by Wen Muyao?

It seemed like the day she came home with her pregnancy test sheet.

He was out at a drinking party that day, and Wen Muyao called him to go home early, so he went back impatiently.

After entering the house, Wen Muyao brought him a bowl of decanting soup made by himself as usual.

In the past, he would drink the soup, but at that time, Wen Muyao drugged his wine, and he refused to drink what she made anymore, so he directly knocked over the sobering soup that day.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Muyao took out the pregnancy test form and said that she was pregnant with his child and wanted to keep the child. And he rejected her and humiliated her......

The tide of memories came rushing in, and an indescribable emotion filled Yin Xiao's heart, as if a very important part of her heart had been poached.

That kind of great sadness, regret, and sadness was something he had never experienced, even when Mrs. Yin beat and scolded him in the past, he had never felt it.

Yin Xiao looked at the steaming soup in front of her, and her vision slowly blurred.

Suddenly, without saying a word, he picked up the soup and drank it in one gulp.

"Scalding...... Slow down. ”

Wen Muyao couldn't help but exclaim.

This is still steaming soup, isn't he too hot?

Yin Xiao didn't seem to be too hot, and after drinking the soup in one go, she put the empty soup bowl back on the table, took out a tissue and wiped her mouth.

Wen Muyao looked at the empty soup bowl, a little stunned.

Is this soup so good?