Song Que also had a headache when he heard this. He has always been most afraid of these unclear emotional matters, so he asked tentatively: "Then what do you want to do now?"
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Cen Yu pondered for a moment and said: "Song Bai and I have been married for three years and have a daughter. He is not the kind of person who would abandon his wife and daughter. Even if he still has a lingering love for her in his heart, it will not affect the two of us. A normal life. However, I was moved, but I felt unwilling to do so, and it became a bit uncomfortable to live this life."
But Song heard some hints and his brows twitched slightly.
Cen Yu said: "Little fairy, I heard that the food you cook can solve all the worries in the world. I wonder if it can uproot the roots of love and make people have no desires and desires? After thinking about it, Song Bai did everything he should do as a husband and husband. It is my responsibility, but I will still be unhappy because he likes other women, but feelings cannot be controlled. Even if he controls his behavior and does nothing extraordinary, I will still feel uncomfortable in my heart, but I can't treat him anymore. Make the request. If I don't like him, our life will go back to the way it was before, simple and happy."
Song was shocked by this silly girl's solution. It was the first time he saw someone attack him, and it was such a cruel attack.
Cen Yu was embarrassed by Song Que's surprised look, and finally lowered his head and said: "It was me who broke into their story. Since I am so unhappy, maybe the only way to solve the problem is to step out on my own."
She has been a bystander of these farces since she was a child. In her eyes, they are people of the same world. Even if she married Song Bai, she still felt this way. It wasn't until she fell in love with Song Bai that all this started to be related to her.
Song Que was not good at emotional matters. Seeing that Cen Yu thought this was a good idea, he thought for a while but couldn't say anything to refute, so he said: "Even gods can't eliminate a person's emotions, but memory is emotional. Carrier, I can erase part of your memory, and you will temporarily forget your feelings. But this is not foolproof. You may recall the past at any time due to the ups and downs of feelings, and all this will be in vain. Even if That’s it, do you want to try it too?”
Cen Yu hesitated for a moment and said: "How to erase memories? Will I forget my parents and my daughter?"
Song Que shook his head and said, "Don't worry about this."
Many people refused to say any more.
Song Que got up and went to cook food for Cen Yu. Cen Yu was sitting there, but he was so flustered and confused that he couldn't sit still, so he asked: "Little fairy, can I see you cooking?"
Song Que naturally didn't mind.
Cen Yu then walked to the stove with her skirt in hand.
Song Que really made her a dish made of eggs. He first picked two small chickens, scooped out water to wash the egg shells, and knocked the chickens along the edge of the bowl, revealing a gap in the middle. Song Que used this gap to split the egg shell into two, and then deliberately closed the two eggshells. The egg white flowed down the gap, but the yolk remained in the egg shell, and Song Que poured it into another egg shell. In the bowl. The other chicken did the same thing, and got a bowl of egg white and a bowl of egg yolk.
Since the ingredients are small, there is no need to fry them in a big pot. Song Que then slipped out a small pot, took the small piece of charcoal and set it up to cook. After pouring the egg whites into the iron pot, Song Que slightly heated the lard in a similar small pot. When the lard was warm and mature, he poured the lard into the egg whites. The firepower of the charcoal fire underneath was limited, but Song kept stirring the egg whites and lard, letting them blend with each other as they simmered over low heat, and finally slowly solidified into a gelatinous shape, as tender as tofu curd, and yet again white. Three points. Song Que took out the ham that had been prepared long ago, cut some into fine pieces, and sprinkled it on the snowflake eggs. It was delicious and beautiful.
Cen Yu's eyes widened as she watched. Although she had been married for three years, she was only nineteen years old. According to Song, she was at the age of Aimi. This kind of love for beauty is not only concerned about one's own appearance, but also about food. Cen Yu really prefers this kind of exquisite food to the unappealing food.
Cen Yu said in surprise: "Little fairy, what's the name of this dish? It looks so good-looking."
Song Que smiled and said: "This is called a snowflake egg. It not only looks good, but also tastes delicious. You eat it first, and I will make you a sweet-scented osmanthus egg."
Snowflake eggs, sweet-scented osmanthus eggs, Cen Yu took a look at the unused egg yolks next to him, and immediately understood, and nodded to Song Que with a smile.
The method of making sweet-scented osmanthus eggs is exactly the same as that of snowflake eggs. You don’t need to put too much thought into it, just remember to keep stirring. But he didn't focus on two things. He focused on looking at Cen Yu's expression and only focused on the sweet-scented osmanthus egg in his hand.
Cen Yu carefully scooped out a piece of snowflake egg and put it into his mouth, with some chopped ham on top. The texture of the snowflake egg is extremely tender and melts in your mouth. It seems that it just slid down your throat as soon as you put it in. It took a while to get back the taste. The taste of the snowflake eggs itself is not strong, with a slight fragrance, and the taste is outstanding. Coupled with the chopped ham to enhance the flavor, it tastes neither bland nor greasy.
Cen Yu liked it very much. After finishing this bowl of snowflake eggs, the freshly baked sweet-scented osmanthus eggs came to her. Osmanthus eggs and snowflake eggs are actually very similar, but because one uses egg white and the other uses egg yolk, there are subtle differences in texture and taste. Speaking carefully, in fact, each has its own merits, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner. But I wonder if it was because Cen Yu ate the bowl of snowflake eggs first, and then when he ate the sweet-scented osmanthus eggs, he always felt that the difference in texture and taste was a bit awkward.
Thinking of this, she suddenly thought of herself and fell into a trance.
Song Bai is really a good person.
After Cen Yu married into the Song family, she was basically not embarrassed. Whether it was living or eating, she was as comfortable as she could be. Song Bai was not a lecherous person, nor did he sleep in flowers or sleep with his concubines. Apart from the initial embarrassment for the couple, the rest of their lives were really clean and comfortable.
Song Bai obviously didn't like to talk, but he knew that she was timid and was afraid that if he didn't ask, she would hold back and not talk about anything uncomfortable. So since getting married, he has been patient, asking her questions about everything he encounters, whether he is eating or shopping. He has cured his reticence and has cultivated Cen Yu into a talkative person.
Cen Yu laughed out loud when he thought of this. After laughing, she felt a little uncomfortable again, and couldn't help but think that it would be better if Song Bai had never liked that person.
But when she thought about it again, she no longer thought about these things. She only blamed herself for being pretentious and recalling these details at every turn, but she didn't know that this was all the result of Song Que's snowflake eggs and sweet-scented osmanthus eggs.
Song Que turned around and saw that Cen Yu, who had eaten and drank enough, had fallen asleep on the table with a silly look on his face.
Song was thinking about waiting for her to wake up and then send her back to the house safely, but unexpectedly someone came to the door.
Hearing the sound of wind chimes, Song walked towards the hall and saw a frowning young man walking in. This man was dressed in black and powerful, and his body shape and walking posture were that of a martial arts practitioner. He looked around, seemingly curious about this place, but quickly calmed down.
But Song asked: "Your surname is Song, and your last name only has the character "白"?"
Song Bai had heard the rumors about the little fairy, but he thought they were just rumors created by some boring people. If Cen Yu hadn't disappeared inexplicably in the garden of his home today, he would have gotten angry and searched several times before inexplicably arriving at this place. He would also have unbelievable.
Song Bai hurriedly saluted and said: "It's you, are you the legendary little god?"
Song Que said: "I'm just a cook. If you come looking for your wife, just come with me."
Song Bai's eyes lit up and he finally found it.
Song Bai followed Song Que to the kitchen, and saw Cen Yu sleeping on the small table beside him. His face was still a little flushed, and he looked naive and delicate. He immediately felt angry and itched his teeth. When he heard that the person was missing, he was frightened out of his mind. It was better for her to eat and sleep here.
Song Bai stepped forward and picked him up. Just when he was about to leave, Song said: "General Song, you are destined to come to me. You may have heard of my rules, are you interested?"
Song Bai paused slightly and said: "Although Song is not a voracious person, he is also a little curious about what kind of food is rumored to be able to relieve worries and forget worries. But forget it today, my wife is an honest person, and she slept like this It seems like I’d better take her home first.”
Song Que nodded and said: "That's right, then I won't keep anyone. However, your wife gave me a story in exchange for a dish, but this story is too one-sided. I am very curious and want to ask a few more questions." "
Song Bai glanced at Cen Yu, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and stopped, waiting for Song Que to ask questions.
Song Que said: "General Song rushed back to the capital three years ago for the wedding of Miss Zhang?"
Song Bai was stunned for a moment and said, "Of course not."
Song Que said: "Then you stayed well at the border. How did you come back at that time?"
Song Bai glanced at Cen Yu and guessed that Song Que's question was probably related to her. He raised his head and said, "I want to get married. Of course I have to come back half a year in advance. Otherwise, the Cen family will think that our Song family does not pay attention to this marriage." Woolen cloth."
Song Que paused for a moment, then laughed. He almost didn't need to ask the next question: "General Song, I'm offended. Is your ladyship your sweetheart?"
Song Bai completely understood. He had previously thought that Cen Yu was a little weird during this period, but because he was busy with Zhang Waner's reconciliation, he couldn't explore it in detail. He just wanted to have a good talk with her in two days. Unexpectedly, without one eye on her, things would turn out like this.
Song Bai was embarrassed to talk about love in front of others, so he just nodded with a slightly shy expression and walked out the door.
But Song reminded her when she just stepped out: "Your Majesty, there may be something wrong with you. General Song will bear with you for a few more days. Also, the most important thing between husband and wife is to be honest."
Song Bai's expression changed slightly, but when he turned around, all the restaurants were gone, and in front of him was his ordinary garden.
Song Bai was worried about Cen Yu's health, so he put the person on the bed, watched by himself, and sent for a doctor. The doctor checked his pulse and found that there was nothing wrong with Cen Yu's body. He was nourished by the food prepared by the immortal.
Before Song Bai could let go, Cen Yu woke up. As soon as she woke up, Song Bai knew what the problem was.
This little lady remembers her last name, her parents, she remembers being married, her parents-in-law and her daughter, she even remembers going to the rumored restaurant and telling the little fairy a story. I had two bowls of unrivaled egg custard, but I forgot about Song Bai.
Song Bai thought of Song Que's words that day and didn't understand what the problem was. The solution may lie in the four words "be more patient and patient".