I remove the red wire for His Royal Highness

Chapter 103 There is a feeling of deja vu
In the study room on the other side, Murong Feng was stunned when he saw the West Lake whitebait soup brought over by his mother.

He hasn't eaten this dish for almost 20 years...

It's not that he doesn't like it, it's just that the West Lake whitebait soup outside always tastes a little less flavorful for some reason. After eating it a few times, he never touched it again.

Seeing Mammy bring a bowl of West Lake whitebait soup at this moment, he hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and asked Mammy, "This soup...you asked that new little cook to make it. ?”

When Mammy heard this question, she was slightly taken aback, then shook her head and said: "Returning to the general, I just told the little cook that the general wanted soup, and she agreed. When I went again after a while, she had cooked this pot of West Lake whitebait soup."

Murong Feng's eyes fell on the West Lake silverfish soup in the bowl, for some reason, he had a feeling of déjà vu when looking at the silverfish soup in this bowl.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the soup bowl, and brought it to his mouth. Before he opened his mouth, a faint fragrance wafted over.

This smell, just smelling it, brought back his memory 20 years ago.

At that time, every time he came back from the school grounds, Yue'er would always prepare a bowl of this kind of West Lake whitebait soup, wait for him obediently, then watch him drink it with a smile, and then ask him intentionally, "Is it delicious? Is it me who makes it delicious, or is it the cook in the general's mansion who makes it better?"

At that time when he looked at her, her eyes were shining, as if there were countless stars in them, and he couldn't help teasing her: "Well...of course it's the cook of the General's Mansion..."

Seeing her clenched her fists and was about to hit him, he smiled and said the second half of the sentence while being beaten: "Of course the cook in the general's mansion is not as good as yours."

In a flash, 20 years have passed.

Murong Feng thought about the past, and couldn't help being lost in thought, until Mammy reminded him again: "My lord, if you don't drink the soup, it will be cold."

"Hmm..." Murong Feng came back to his senses, glanced at the soup in the spoon, and felt that his chest was a little uncomfortable. He lowered his head and took a sip. In the evening with gentle breeze, willows and willows, and the afterglow of the setting sun.

"This... this soup..." After Murong Feng took a sip, the hand holding the spoon couldn't help but tremble.

Mammy raised her head and looked at him. Seeing that his hands were shaking violently, she was startled and said, "My lord, what's wrong with you, my lord!?"

Murong Feng put down the soup bowl in his hand, stood up abruptly, walked out of the study and said, "Take me to the small kitchen."

"Yes." Mammy didn't know what was wrong with him, but seeing his hurried expression, she didn't dare to delay, she quickly turned around and walked toward the small kitchen with Murong Feng.

At the door of the kitchen, Mammy still couldn't help but shouted inside: "Wanwan, Wanwan, the general is here!"

Su Wanwan, who was practicing her cooking skills in the kitchen, was startled by the sound, and her hands shook. She originally planned to pour a little salt in, but ended up throwing in a big spoonful.

But Shen Yunjing, who was standing beside Su Wanwan, squinted his eyes and clenched the long sword in his hand.

(End of this chapter)