1692 The taste he gave her was a memory she would never forget

"By the way, I don't plan on taking on any new projects in the next few months. You can follow Murong Mian for now. After all, she's my junior, so you can take care of her ..."

Since it was ye shaoguang, of course Yan qingsi would not make things difficult for him.

"Yes, thank you, sister qingsi."

Yan qingsi smiled and took another bite. Ji Mianmian had already recognized that it was ye shaoguang, but she did not say anything. She knew why.

It was because Murong Mian refused to admit it. But it didn't matter, they were the same person.

Since no one said anything, she didn't have to expose them. She just needed to know it in her heart.

Yan qingsi watched as Ji Mianmian cooked a little awkwardly. When she was cutting the potatoes, she almost cut her hand a few times. It was truly frightening.

They had agreed to cut potatoes into shreds, but in the end, they were cut into French fries.

Yan qingsi was a little worried. She rolled up her sleeves and said,""Aiya, why are your hands so stupid? let me ..."

However, just as she picked up the knife, Yue tingfeng came in from outside and grabbed her wrist before she could even make a cut.""Wife, let me do this rough work. You guys go out first and coax the almonds to play. We'll do this meal, ah ..."

Yan qingsi turned her head to look. Behind Yue tingfeng was Murong Mian, who was carrying an almond.

"Then ... Alright." She shrugged.

Yan qingsi took the almonds from Murong Mian's arms. He shook his sore arms and walked to Ji Mianmian's side, taking off her apron.""Let's go out first. "

"Ah ... Oh ..." Ji Mianmian walked out of the kitchen in a daze. She turned around and saw Murong Mian, who had already put on an apron and was holding a knife. Tears welled up in her eyes. This scene brought her back to the past.

Ye shaoguang used to do the same thing, cooking for her.

Yan qingsi pulled Ji Mianmian to sit down and let out a long sigh.""This afternoon's lunch shouldn't taste bad."

Ji Mianmian touched her nose."The food I cook now isn't ... Bad ..."

It was just that sometimes he put too much salt, sometimes he forgot to add salt, sometimes it was not well-cooked, sometimes it was burnt.

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With Murong Mian around, lunch was ready in no time.

The four of them and a child who had not finished eating sat at the table, just like before.

Ji Mianmian picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of the sweet and sour pork tenderloin. Her tears almost flowed out. This was the taste. She squinted her eyes in happiness. "It's still the same taste. It really hasn't changed. It's delicious ..."

Murong Mian quietly put some food into his bowl, but he rarely ate.

The dishes on the table were all made by Murong Mian, and Yue tingfeng was just her assistant. The taste was deeply imprinted in Ji Mianmian's memory. It was a taste that would never fade away. It was the taste that ye shaoguang gave her, a taste that she would never forget.

The almonds were in Yue tingfeng's arms as he watched his father eat them. The little guy's eyes were wide and round, and his pink tongue kept licking his lips. If he was not careful, he would start drooling.

During the meal, Ji Mianmian clutched her stomach.""I can 't, I can't ... I ate too much ..."

It had been a long time since she had eaten so much.

Ever since ye shaoguang left, food no longer held any special meaning to Ji Mianmian.

Murong Mian frowned as she looked at Ji Mianmian.

After dinner, Yan qingsi and Yue tingfeng prepared to leave.

Before she left, she said to Murong Mian,"you should go to the hospital for a check-up. You still have to go. Anyway ... Everyone already knows."