Chapter 1667 The Taste He Gave Is a Memory that Will Never Be Forgotten

"By the way, I don't plan to take on new dramas in the past few months. You can follow Murong Mian first. After all, you are a junior, take care of me..."

Since it was Ye Shaoguang, of course Yan Qingsi couldn't embarrass him?

"Well, thank you, Miss Qingsi."

Yan Qingsi smiled, and took another bite. Ji Mianmian had already recognized that it was Ye Shaoguang, but she never said it. She knew why.

Because Murong Mian refused to admit it, but it doesn't matter, we are all alone anyway.

Since no one said anything, she didn't need to expose it, as long as she knew it in her heart.

Yan Qingsi saw that Ji Mianmian was still a little rusty in cooking. When cutting potatoes, she almost cut her hands several times, which really made people feel a little scared.

It was agreed to cut potatoes into shreds, but it turned out to be cut into French fries.

Yan Qingsi looked a little worried, and rolled up her sleeves: "Oh, why are you so stupid with your hand, let me..."

But as soon as she picked up the knife, Yue Tingfeng, who came in from outside, grabbed her wrist before she could cut it with the knife: "Daughter-in-law, I'll do the rough work, you go out first, go play with Xingren, this meal Let's make rice, ah..."

Yan Qingsi turned her head and saw that Yue Tingfeng was followed by Murong Mian who was holding an almond.

She shrugged: "Then... okay."

Yan Qingsi took Xingren from Murongmian's arms, he shook his sore arms, walked to Ji Mianmian's side, and took off her apron: "Let's go out first."

"Ah... oh..." Ji Mianmian walked out of the kitchen blankly, turned around and took another look, Murong Mian, who had already put on her apron and picked up a kitchen knife, her eyes were sore, this scene brought her back to the past.

In the past, Ye Shaoguang did the same thing, cooking for her.

Yan Qingsi pulled Ji Mianmian to sit down, and sighed: "Today's lunch should not be difficult to eat."

Ji Mianmian touched her nose: "The food I cook now is not...unpalatable..."

It's just that sometimes too much salt is added, sometimes, salt may be forgotten, sometimes it is not cooked, and sometimes it is burnt.

...

With Murong Mian here, this lunch will be ready soon.

Four people plus a milk doll who still couldn't finish eating sat at the dining table, just like before.

Ji Mianmian picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the sweet and sour pork tenderloin. Tears almost didn't flow out. It was just the taste. She narrowed her eyes happily: "It's still the same taste. It really hasn't changed. It's delicious..."

Murong Mian silently served her food, but he seldom ate it.

The dishes on the table are all cooked by Murong Mian, and Yue Tingfeng is the one who beat them. These tastes are deeply engraved in Ji Mianmian's memory, and the smell will never fade. This is the taste that Ye Shaoguang gave her. , a taste that she will never forget.

Xingren was lying in Yue Tingfeng's arms, watching his father eat mouthfuls. The little guy's eyes were wide open, and his little pink tongue kept licking his lips. When he didn't pay attention, his saliva flowed out.

After eating a meal, Ji Mianmian held his stomach: "I can't do it, I can't do it... I'm too full..."

It's been a long time since she ate so much.

Since Ye Shaoguang left, food no longer has any special meaning to Ji Mianmian.

Murongmian frowned and looked at Ji Mianmian worried.

After dinner, Yan Qingsi and Yue Tingfeng were about to leave.

Before leaving, she said to Murong Mian: "You should go to the hospital for a physical examination, but you still have to go, anyway...everyone knows."