I lost my memory after she was moved

Is it because of Zhao Zhao that he learned how to cook this time?

Jian Mu stood outside the door for a while, unwilling to think about it, and forced himself to look away.

After these two days of study, although Cen Luo's cooking skills are not advanced by leaps and bounds or very sophisticated, at least they can make people swallow.

So Cen Luo confidently asked Zhao Zhao to sit in the living room and watch TV while she cooks.

However, Zhao Zhao shook his head, followed her into the kitchen and said that he wanted to help her.

Zhao Zhao was in charge of washing and selecting vegetables, and Cen Luo was in charge of cutting and cooking.

However, when Cen Luo was chopping vegetables, Zhao Zhao discovered that there seemed to be a scalded place on the back of her hand.

Cen Luo was talking to Zhao Zhao about how good her cooking skills were, but Zhao Zhao, who had been echoing her answer, suddenly stopped talking, and found that Zhao Zhao was staring at the back of her hand.

Subconsciously shrank his hands, the embarrassment after being exposed on the spot for his big words.

"No matter how good the cooking skills are, there are times when the heat is not well controlled, you understand?"

Cen Luo blinked, hoping that Zhao Zhao could understand what she meant.

Zhao Zhao heard the words but did not answer her, but asked her: "Does it hurt?"

Cen Luo shook his head, how could Xiaoyou hurt, it was just that it was a little scary at the time.

"Have you applied the medicine?"

Just as Cen Luo was about to answer, Zhao Zhao suddenly grabbed her palm, turned the burnt part towards him, and blew.

Originally, Cen Luo was uncomfortable for a few seconds because of Zhao Zhao's expression, but he was relieved when he thought that he reached out and patted her on the shoulder just now.

Withdrawing his hand back, he glanced twice: "Wipe it, don't worry, it will be fine tomorrow."

After saying this, Zhao Zhao didn't speak for a long time, Cen Luo was a little puzzled, but saw that Zhao Zhao's expression was a bit unusual, there seemed to be an emotion in his eyes that didn't belong to his sister, Cen Luo couldn't tell.

"I used to think you were similar to my sister, but now I don't think so."

Zhao Zhao heard this from Cen Luo as early as ten years ago. At that time, Cen Luo was often so angry with her that he wanted to throw her out. In the end, every time he said, "If you don't look like Xiaoxi, I... ..."

Zhao Zhao didn't like the phrase "like her sister" because she was young and didn't know how to express herself. Although she retorted countless times, she couldn't change Cen Luo's mind.

So at that time, she didn't call her sister as Cen Luo wanted.

Later, on the day he went back, Zhao Zhao called her sister. Zhao Zhao wondered many times later, if he had called Cen Luo sister obediently earlier, would Cen Luo be more reluctant to her.

Even because of being like her sister.

"Maybe this is fate." After a while, Zhao Zhaocai replied with a smile.

While answering, he took the knife from Cen Luo's hand and said, "Let me cut it."

At the end, I added a sentence: "I think according to your approach, we may not be able to eat until noon."

Zhao Zhao guessed that if she directly said that she was afraid that Cen Luo would cut her, maybe Cen Luo would deliberately prove it to her.

Hearing this, Cen Luo felt that Zhao Zhao's words made sense, so he stepped aside, stepped aside, and was about to say that she should start cooking directly.

In the next second, Zhao Zhao said: "Sister, do you believe that my cooking skills are better than the chefs at Yunxiang Club?"

Cen Luo naturally didn't believe it, so he shook his head.

"You don't believe me," Zhao Zhao shook his head in disappointment, "Then I have to prove it to you today."

"Just stand there and stare at me, witnessing the birth of delicious food!"

Cen Luo let out a groan, surprised that Zhao Zhao could cook. Thinking of his own cooking skills, Zhao Zhao should be better than himself, so he thought about it, retreated to the sink next to him, and prepared to help wash the vegetables.

Originally, Zhao Zhao thought that it would be fine for Cen Luo to just stand aside and watch her, but obviously Cen Luo didn't think so, so he followed her.

Cen Luo looked at Zhao Zhao's cooking, and exclaimed, "I didn't expect you to be really good at it."

Zhao Zhao turned down the heat a bit, and returned to Cen Luo: "I will cook after I get back from your house."

Before Cen Luo could ask the reason, he heard Zhao Zhao's chuckle: "Because I want to cook for you the next time we meet, and by the way, the hot and sour potato shreds and fried pork with green peppers you made were not cooked. "

Cen Luo thought about it, maybe it was her first time cooking, because she was afraid of the oil splashing, the oil and the vegetables were almost put into the pan together, it would be outrageous if they were mushy but not cooked.

What's even more outrageous is that Zhao Zhao ate more than half of the dish regardless of her stop.

true warrior.

"Sister, I have always been very grateful to you for giving me direction."

"I've been looking for you all these years, but I couldn't find you. After I became free, I went to your house many times, but I learned that you haven't come back for a long time."

"Later, I heard a passing grandma say that you went to Yuncheng, and I wanted to go to the university in Yuncheng. I should have a chance to meet you in four years, but because of some accidents, I went to other provinces to stay for four years."

For some reason, the scene suddenly became sensational.

Especially when Cen Luo met Zhao Zhao's eyes and saw that she seemed to be suppressing her emotions.

It seemed that something she couldn't understand broke through the ground.

Cen Luo hesitated for a while, and finally said hesitantly: "What do you want me for?"

Facing the suddenly sensational Zhao Zhao, Cen Luo couldn't tell her in a joking tone that he just picked her up because he thought she resembled Xiaoxi at that time.

Cen Luo knew that Zhao Zhao's words were serious, and she might have been looking for him for many years.

Zhao Zhao lowered his eyes, and looked up again after a while: "I..."

Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Cen Luo subconsciously looked at the door, and heard two more rings.

The atmosphere was suddenly destroyed, which made Zhao Zhao awake a little bit. When Cen Luo looked at the door, Zhao Zhao also turned his head and held the spatula, and stir-fried the vegetables in the pot.

Seeing this, Cen Luo left the kitchen, walked towards the entrance hall, and opened the door.

Jian Mu was standing outside the door.

Without waiting for Cen Luo to ask, Jian Mu explained: "It seems that my document was packed wrongly, and it was put in your cardboard box."

Hearing this, Cen Luo glanced subconsciously at an unopened cardboard box on the table.

I opened it up yesterday and found that there was indeed a mess of numbers and symbols written in it, a bunch of things she couldn't understand, and some drafts of design drawings. She thought it was something she researched during her working hours.

Now that I think about it, even if I give her another few decades, I won't like such complicated things.

It was quite right to say that it was Jian Mu.

Thinking of Jian Mu's phone call just now, this document should be quite urgent.

Cen Luo hesitated for a moment, and then said to Jian Mu, "You just stand here."

Jian Mu nodded.

The second after Cen Luo turned around, Jian Mu looked away from Cen Luo's body.

From the position of Jianmu Station, you can see the scene of the kitchen.

She saw Zhao Zhao was cooking in the kitchen, wearing a familiar apron.

Jian Mu knows that Cen Luo likes to buy a few copies of things, either as a gift to a friend, or as a collection.

The apron Zhao Zhao wore was exactly the same as the one at her home.

In the past, when she occasionally cooked, she often forgot to wear an apron, and sometimes oil would be splashed on her body. Later, it was Cen Luo who helped her put the apron on before she started cooking.

So, could Cen Luo personally help Zhao Zhao wear the apron?

And tiptoe up and tie the apron tie around her neck?

No matter what the relationship is, it is enough to make her jealous now.

As early as when Jian Mu appeared at the door, Zhao Zhao saw her and didn't know what she said to Cen Luo, but Cen Luo didn't chase her away but let her wait at the door.

Seeing Cen Luo walking towards the living room, Zhao Zhao said to Cen Luo in a soft voice, "Sister, come and try the dishes, and I'll serve them if you can."

"Hurry up, hurry up, you're going to be confused!"

Cen Luo originally wanted to find documents, but he paused when he heard the words. The matter of putting on the plate should be more urgent, because the food will not taste good if it is mushy.

Truth from a person who has eaten jaggery these past two days.

So Cen Luo turned around and was about to go to the kitchen, when he saw Zhao Zhao had come out with a small bowl in his hand.

"Let me send it out."

"Ah—" Zhao Zhao picked up the vegetables in the bowl with clean chopsticks and put them near Cen Luo's mouth.

It took only a few tens of seconds before Cen Luo had time to think clearly what Zhao Zhao wanted to do, so he subconsciously opened his mouth and swallowed the food.

"Mmm, it's delicious." Cen Luo gave Zhao Zhao a thumbs up, praising her craftsmanship.

Then he walked to the side of the sofa and found the file bag from the top of the carton.

When I turned around, I realized that I hadn't closed the door.

Did she forget to turn it off?

Pass the file bag to Jian Mu and remind her: "I hope there is only this file."

It means that next time, she will not open the door again.

Jian Mu, who was originally looking at Zhao Zhao, hummed and lowered his head. Just as he said thank you, the door in front of him was closed.

Jian Mu looked at the document in his hand in a daze.

He remembered the expression of admiration on Cen Luo's face when Zhao Zhao fed him vegetables.

Jian Mu went back to the room in silence.

Near noon, Zhao Zhao was called away by his manager on the phone.

After careful consideration last night, Zhao Zhao decided to sign "Evening Soul".

Today is also the last day the other party promised to give them to think, and they made an appointment to meet in the afternoon for a detailed discussion.

Before leaving, Zhao Zhao gave Cen Luo some advice, but Cen Luo didn't quite understand why Zhao Zhao suddenly became so verbose, acting like she was his younger sister and Zhao Zhao was his older sister.

"I'll send it to you."

Cen Luo still couldn't help interrupting her chatter.

"No, the car is nearby." Worried that Cen Luo would want to send her downstairs, he added, "What if we are photographed when you send me off? Do you want to fall in love with me?"

"What are you talking about?" Cen Luo patted her arm indifferently, "Then be careful yourself, don't be photographed, big star."

"Sister." Zhao Zhao said suddenly.

"Ok?"

"Will you go back to Lingshan to visit the class?"

Seeing her expectant eyes, Cen Luo nodded: "Yeah."

Zhao Zhao hesitated to speak, but finally smiled and said to her, "I believe my sister will definitely come."

Then he pressed down the brim of his hat, put on his mask and glasses and walked to the elevator.

After sending Zhao Zhao away, Cen Luo moved his neck, ready to go back to sleep.

Jian Mu happened to come out of the room, saw Cen Luo was stunned for a moment, and then said to her:

"Can I borrow some soy sauce?"

soy sauce?

Don't you even have soy sauce at home?

Just when Cen Luo was about to answer, Cen Luo saw Zhao Zhao who had just left came back at this moment.

"How do you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Zhao quickly walked up to her and hugged her gently.

Soft and short.

"Sister must remember to come."

Zhao Zhao was a little uneasy, the change in six months was too great.

Cen Luo nodded: "Don't worry."

Zhao Zhao pursed his lips, and said again: "Sister, remember to think about what I said just now."

Cen Luo froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile,

Jian Mu on the side seemed to have been treated as air by the two of them.

Before Zhao Zhaolin left, he glanced at Jian Mu, and the eyes of the two exchanged silently for a while.

After Zhao Zhao left, Cen Luo remembered that there was Jian Mu beside him.

soy sauce?

Don't you want to buy it yourself?

"No." Then the door was closed.

This was the third time today I heard Cen Luo's door closing.

Jian Mu curled her lips in self-deprecating manner,

The phone in his hand kept ringing, Jian Mu withdrew his thoughts and glanced at the phone.

There are several unread messages on it, the last one is:

Chu Linbai: [How is it?Did you borrow it? 】

Jian Mu lowered his eyes and slowly typed a line in the chat box.

[I want to hug her. 】

Chu Linbai quickly replied: [? ? ? 】

【Wake up!You are not worthy. 】

【Do you want a full refund? Just say it! 】

[Calm down, calm down, let's take our time, please believe in my professionalism, okay? 】

Jian Mu entered the living room, turned off the phone, and sat on the sofa for a while.

Thinking of something, she sent Chu Linbai a message:

[Help me find recipes, spicy dishes. 】

Chu Linbai: [? 】

[I am your subordinate? 】

In the next second, Chu Linbai saw a transfer message appear on her and Jian Mu's page.

She felt Jian Mu's sincerity, so——

She retracted a message.

[No problem, leave it to me. 】

The author has something to say: I wish I had 48 hours a day [paralyzed].

感谢在2021-08-0523:53:36~2021-08-0623:58:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 only girlfriends in Texas;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottles of the only girlfriend in Texas;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!