"Sincerity?"

Fu Yanye looked at her with his deep black eyes, waiting for her sincerity.

“Bamboo shoot soup!”

Zhuo Jian turned around and looked at the soup pot still simmering on the stove.

Fu Yanye followed her gaze and glanced at the beautiful stew pot, smiled slightly, turned around and put the fish down.

Zhuo Jian didn't know what was going on, but he had an illusion that he didn't like.

He used to like it.

Could it be that after losing memory, even the sense of taste has changed?

It's not impossible.

In movies, people usually play amnesiacs who have changed their tastes, and some even have dementia...

Zhuo Jian couldn't help turning her head to look at him and saw his tall body standing in front of the dining table. Well, he was not dementia.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then cut the green vegetables into three sections and prepared minced garlic.

"You go and stand aside, I'll fry this."

Suddenly the person was held by the shoulders and pushed to one side.

She was light and he could push her away with just one push.

Zhuo Jian was still unhappy that his territory was occupied and couldn't help but glare at him.

Fu Yanye noticed her gaze and turned to look at her, "What? I haven't cooked a meal for you in those six years?"

Although he didn't know if he had cooked in those six years, but now, he really couldn't stand it. She was so thin and frail, looking as if she could fall over in the wind, and she had to cook for him.

Zhuo Jian wanted to tell him that it was not uncooked, but he couldn't organize the words yet.

"You didn't invite aunt at home?"

Fu Yanye asked her again.

"Before, you asked the aunt from the old house to come over and help you cook, but I won't be working these days and I have nothing to do. I want to cook it myself."

She has already finished all her manuscripts, just to have fun with her children and prepare three good meals for them.

Fu Yanye didn't realize that what she said was inappropriate, so he helped stir-fry the vegetables first.

She wouldn't be used to it if Zhuo Jian was watching from the side.

They hadn't been so peaceful for a long time.

He went back to six years ago.

At that time, he was so at ease with her.

Calm and silent.

What now?

What was he thinking about her?

What did Fu Yanqing and Zhao Ran say to him just now downstairs? Didn't they invite him to dinner? Or was he rejected?

He will reject Zhao Ran, but will he also reject Fu Yanqing?

The princess who was spoiled by him.

Zhuo Jian stood at the edge and looked at him. The more she thought about it, the more she thought about it. She was so far away that he had finished frying the vegetables and she still hadn't come back to her senses.

Fu Yanye looked at her while holding the green vegetables, "Zhuo Jian."

"Um?"

This sound brought Zhuo Jian back to reality.

"What are you thinking about?"

Fu Yanye asked.

"without."

Zhuo Jian took his plate, turned around and went to the dining table.

Fu Yanye looked at her figure but frowned helplessly.

Obviously she thought about it, and thought about it a lot, but she didn't tell him.

She has been injured, more than once.

Remembering Su Bai asking him not to hurt her again, he walked over, pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.

Seeing him sitting next to her, Zhuo Jian turned to look at him and pointed to the opposite side: "That's your place."

"I'll sit here."

"..."

"It's convenient to look at you more."

"..."

Why look at her so many times?

Even if he dug a hole in her face, he wouldn't be able to remember what happened in the past six years.

He doesn't have her in his heart.

Zhuo Jian felt a chill in her heart when she thought of that, so she decided to drink some soup to warm herself up first.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the two of them were in Shengyuan, quietly drinking soup.
Chapter completed!