The nth time I met my puppet

The curious person returned home with a little child, and they made a bonfire and prepared dinner.

Wan Nan just looked at them from afar, and the face of the curious man still had the same tenderness. They were like two baby birds, wanting to grow up together.

The curious one was preparing dinner. Before this, they had been living here and had no other ingredients except violet melon. The curious one thought that the nutrition was too monotonous and it would not be possible to grow the body, so he made a special trip today and bought a lot of other ingredients, intending to make a good meal.

"What are you doing? It smells so good."

The child swallowed subconsciously. He hadn't eaten these for a long time.

"Xiaoyu, wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

The curious one stir-fried it and served it out when the time was almost right. The child couldn't wait to blow on it twice and put it in his mouth. Then he frowned and blew out air, tears coming out.

The curious person brought a glass of water with some concern.

"Eat slowly, it's very hot now."

The child quickly drank a sip of water but shook his head. He was not burned, but the food was too spicy.

"hot…"

"Is it spicy?"

To make sure it was cooked through before serving, the curious person took a bite, but he didn't feel it was spicy. Or maybe he was used to it. So he took another bite and it wasn't spicy enough for him.

But it was really spicy for the kids, and they started to cry and have runny noses.

"Hmm... I'm sorry. I got used to it and forgot about it."

The curious person had no choice but to put it back into the pot, add some water to dilute the spiciness, and then put some new seasonings. Although it still retained a little spiciness, it was at least acceptable.

The child was very happy eating, but he was a little uncomfortable with it, and this unconsciously brought back his memories.

He still remembered that after he made rice porridge with chazuke for two days, she was no longer satisfied with it and she cooked it herself again.

"Come on, have a taste."

The curious person still remembered that she had a smirk on her face. At that time, he didn't understand her expression, but now he understood that she was preparing a prank. That time, she put a lot of chili peppers.

It was the first time for the curious person to eat spicy food. He felt so spicy after just one bite that he drank water frantically, but she was smiling beside him.

"Hahaha, is that so serious? I just added a little chili. It's so fragrant and not spicy at all. I love it the most."

As she spoke, she took a bite and looked very satisfied. The curious person couldn't stand the spiciness, but still secretly remembered her preference.

Later, he tried adding more chili peppers when cooking. He learned to cook more and more spicy dishes and gradually got used to the spiciness.

He clearly still remembered all these details, but why did he forget her?

He wanted to cook for her all the time, but she was no longer around.

The curious person looked at the rose in the yard. The rose was growing well and was about to bloom. He also planted a wisteria.

Deep longing and persistent waiting, this is the language of wisteria flowers.

Even though he knew it was hopeless, he still held onto a tiny glimmer of hope. What if? Maybe she wasn't dead? They had only seen her coughing up blood, but no one had ever seen her truly dead. So he always waited with that little bit of delusion in his heart.

"Why don't you eat? It's getting cold."

The child's voice interrupted the curious man's memories. He smiled and nodded and started eating together.

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