"By the way, I have no plans to take on any new dramas in the past few months. You should follow Murong Mian first. After all, you are my junior brother. Take care of me..."
Since it was Ye Shaoguang, of course Yan Qingsi couldn't make things difficult for him
"Well, thank you, Sister 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 didn't matter, they were all the same person anyway.
Since no one said anything, there was no need for her to expose it, as long as she knew it in her heart.
Yan Qingsi looked at Ji Mianmian, who was still a little unfamiliar with cooking. When cutting potatoes, she almost cut them several times, which was really frightening.
I was promised to cut the potatoes into shreds, but surprisingly I ended up cutting them into French fries.
Yan Qingsi looked really worried and rolled up her sleeves: "Oh, why are you so stupid with your hands? I'll do it..."
But as soon as she picked up the knife, before she could make a cut, Yue Tingfeng grabbed her wrist from outside and said, "Daughter-in-law, I'll do the rough work. You guys go out first to play with Xing Xing. This meal Let’s cook the rice, ah…”
Yan Qingsi turned around and saw that behind Yue Tingfeng was Murong Mian, who was holding Xing Xing.
She shrugged: "Then... okay."
Yan Qingsi took Xingren from Murongmian's arms. He shook his sore arm, walked to Ji Mianmian and took off her apron: "Let's go out first."
"Ah... oh..." Ji Mianmian walked out of the kitchen in a daze, turned around and took another look. Murong Mian, who had already put on an apron and picked up a kitchen knife, felt sore in her eyes. 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 shouldn't be too bad."
Ji Mianmian touched her nose: "The food I'm cooking now is not... unpalatable..."
It's just that sometimes you put too much salt, sometimes you forget to add salt, sometimes it's undercooked, sometimes it's burnt.
…
With Murong Mian here, the lunch was quickly prepared.
Four people, plus a baby who couldn't finish eating, were sitting at the dinner table, just like before.
Ji Mianmian picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of the sweet and sour pork. She almost shed tears because of the taste. She narrowed her eyes happily: "It still tastes the same. It really hasn't changed. It's delicious..."
Murong Mian silently served her some food, but he rarely ate.
The dishes on the table were all made by Murong Mian, and Yue Tingfeng was the one who helped. These tastes are deeply engraved in Ji Mianmian's memory, and they will never fade. This is the taste that Ye Shaoguang gave her. , a taste she could never forget.
Xing Xing was lying in Yue Tingfeng's arms, watching his father eat bite after bite. The little guy's eyes were wide open, his pink tongue kept licking his lips, and if he didn't pay attention, his saliva would flow out.
After a meal, Ji Mianmian held her stomach: "I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore... I'm so full from eating..."
It's been a long time since she's eaten as much as she does now.
Since Ye Shaoguang left, food no longer has any special meaning to Ji Mianmian.
Murong Mian frowned and looked at Ji Mianmian worried.
After dinner, Yan Qingsi and Yue Tingfeng were ready to leave.
Before leaving, she said to Murong Mian: "It's time to go to the hospital for a checkup. Anyway... everyone knows."