"Shen Yue, you have such a lovely face, but why don't you know how to take advantage of it? What can pretending to be strong all day bring you? You might as well just cry."
"Can crying solve the problem?"
"Listen to what you are saying. Crying can solve problems. Cry in front of me and I will help you solve those stinky men who are plotting against you. How about that?"
"I don't like it, I can fix it myself."
"Tsk, it's because you're so unlovable that no one believes the truth you tell."
“…Is it okay to just cry?”
"Of course not. You have to cry beautifully and at the right time. By the way, timing is also very important. If a woman like you who is usually fierce cries at the right time, it will be really amazing. It must be very funny, hahahaha!"
Later, Shen Yue learned to cry, and she cried beautifully.
…
Shen Yue had a good sleep.
But if you think about it carefully, it’s not a good sleep.
Because she dreamed of part of her memory.
Normally, when she calls up these memories that appear out of nowhere in her head, she can think and discern them objectively from a third-person perspective, just like learning knowledge.
But if it was a dream, the sense of immersion would be so strong that Shen Yue has not yet recovered from her shock.
That's a prison. Is it reasonable for the three major forces to fight for her just because she cried in prison? This is not a brainless group pet novel.
Sure enough, that pile of extra memories is problematic. I need to take another look.
"Sister Yue! Are you awake? Lunch is ready!" the assistant director shouted outside the door.
When she heard that it was time to eat, Shen Yue immediately put her dream behind her and ran straight to the restaurant.
The people we met on the road were all busy. Some were cutting vegetables, some were making fire, and they were all working together to make lunch.
Even Zou Xuezheng was trembling as she carried the water.
Shen Yue glanced at the ingredients in the kitchen, noodles.
She likes to eat noodles, but she doesn't know how to cook them.
She saw Shen Shuangyi again, who was reading a menu with his sleeves rolled up and his back straight. She walked over, grabbed Shen Shuangyi's clothes and dragged him away.
Shen Shuangyi saw Shen Yue's actions and understood something. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he deliberately said, "I wanted to learn how to cook today, but it seems that I don't have the chance."
After saying that, he closed the cookbook with a snap and followed Shen Yue.
Jiang Shiwen, who was originally cutting cabbage, saw Shen Yue coming to arrest people, and shouted loudly, "Sister Yue! When will you teach me how to defuse the bomb!"
Shen Yue pretended not to hear and went straight to the restaurant.
There were still the two familiar tables, Shen Yue sitting at one end and Shen Shuangyi sitting at the other. There was a sumptuous lunch on the table, which formed a sharp contrast with the few people still struggling in the kitchen.
The two of them didn't say anything, picked up their chopsticks at the same time and started eating.
Not long after, Jiang Shiwen also sat next to Shen Yue with his bowl of clear soup noodles.
Shen Yue originally thought that Jiang Shiwen came here to eat and drink for free, but she didn't expect that he was not interested in the food on the table at all, "Sister Yue!"
Shen Yue didn't answer, but just picked up another piece of beef stew with potatoes.
Jiang Shiwen refused to give in, "Sister Yue! Pay attention to me!"