"Did you learn how to cook when you were abroad?"

"It's just a matter of looking at the recipe when I'm bored."

At that time, she was not in good health, and she couldn't watch TV online when she was pregnant, so Shen Zhiqiu bought her some books, but when she flipped through the pages, she found that she liked recipes very much, so she bought her more.

"You used to cook, now you know more, but the taste still hasn't changed."

Lan Xianshu took the knife and cut the greens into sections, "It's still going to change, it's just that you haven't noticed." ”

Like a lot of things, looking at the appearance is still the same, but a lot has changed.

"Yes," Ye Zhichen leaned over to look at the boiling soup in the pot, "Then I really want to taste it." “

As if chatting casually with someone close to me, "You know my taste is very hanging, and I really don't know that the dish you make is something I don't like." “

Three years later, they were suddenly so close that it was really difficult for her to adapt for a moment.

Ye Zhichen silently lowered her head and pulled the corners of her lips helplessly, she was like this, once she touched on some topics that she didn't like or didn't fit into, she would answer him completely with silence.

Gradually, all that remained in the kitchen was the gurgling sound of the soup boiling, and the man who had talked so much suddenly fell silent and said nothing.

After taking the white porcelain soup bowl with the soup, a soup spoon slowly filled the soup from the soup pot little by little.

When the soup bowl was filled, there was still some left in the pot, and his eyes inadvertently drifted to the man standing on the side, and his voice was faint, "Okay, take it out." “

For the first time since they had met, she spoke to him first.

When Ye Zhichen came back, she had already started to clean up the back kitchen, and her work today was about to end.

He glanced at Lan Xianshu, who was holding a notebook by the vegetable shelf, and slowly walked to the cupboard and began to clean up the kitchen counter.

On the kitchen counter was a bowl of leftover soup that he had just brought out, and she put it in a small bowl and placed it on the kitchen counter.

The small bowl was filled with white heat.

It is the corn rib soup he likes very much, and the sweet corn with the strong aroma of the ribs wafts straight to his nose.

Ye Zhichen turned his face and glanced at the woman over there who was completely on the top of the dish.

With a little temptation, "Is this for me?" “

Lan Xianshu slowly removed her gaze from the shelf, and glanced at the man with a faint excitement, "If you like it, drink it." “

There is a complete state of apathy between languages.

Even so, Ye Zhichen still felt a heat as if the summer sun was shining on his body, with a scorching dizziness.

She still remembers, she still cares.

Drink a bowl of corn rib soup, and your stomach will be filled with warm heat.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Gu Xi outside had almost cleaned up the dining table, and a stack of plates was moved into the back kitchen, more than at noon, and Ye Zhichen, who was watching, frowned.

"Shu'er, the restaurant should hire someone to brush the dishes."

Thinking that she brushed these dishes every day and washed even dirtier dishes, Ye Zhichen felt uncomfortable in his heart, after all, he also had his own job, so he couldn't come over to help her from time to time.

Lan Xianshu didn't even think about it, "No need." “

"You're going to be tired."

Lan Xianshu didn't even want to say anything at this time, but just looked at him lightly.