flash wedding lady she is super sweet

Chapter 64

Gu Xi originally thought that this would be a matter of convenience, and she would just send it to Cheng Fei after a while, but the assistant was very persistent and insisted on going with her.

"Since Mr. Cheng likes it, I'd better learn it. I can't bother you every time."

Gu Xi saw that he insisted, so he didn't refuse anymore, and went to the hotel kitchen with him, and borrowed some raw materials to do it himself.

Seeing that she made it very simple, it was done in a while, but the assistant was still worried, and turned on the recording on the phone, asking Gu Xi to explain it to him carefully.

Gu Xi saw that he would never give up if he didn't learn how to do this, so he mixed another cup, and explained every step from the beginning to the end, what ingredients to add, how much to add, and what method to add, and he was very careful.

The assistant wrote it down carefully, and thanked Gu Xi again and again.

"It's just a little effort." Gu Xi squeezed out another cup of celery juice, put it on a tray with honey water, and served it to Fang Nuan.

The assistant followed her with another glass of honey water, looking at the glass of brightly colored celery juice curiously: "Can this also cure hangovers?"

When Gu Xi said yes, he immediately made a cup and served it to Cheng Fei.

"This can relieve hangovers, but you still don't want to drink this for Mr. Cheng." Gu Xi explained with a smile, "He doesn't like celery, and I'm afraid he won't be able to drink it if he smells it."

The assistant nodded, looking at Gu Xi's back, vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a moment.

When they reached the door of Gu Xi's room, the assistant said goodnight to Gu Xi and left.

Gu Xi carried the tray into the room, the assistant walked not far away, suddenly stopped in his footsteps, turned his head, looked at Gu Xi's door with a puzzled expression, and muttered in a low voice: "How does she know that Mr. Cheng doesn't like celery? "

The assistant knocked on the door, and Cheng Fei opened the door to let him in. He took the glass of honey water in his hand, took a sip, and tasted it carefully to confirm that he felt right. It was indeed a familiar taste.

He sat down by the bed and reached out to his assistant: "Where is the recording?"

The assistant hurriedly sent the recording to Cheng Fei on his mobile phone.

He didn't mean to leave after the transmission, and kept staring at Cheng Fei. Cheng Fei raised his eyebrows: "Have flowers grown on my face?"

"No, no." The assistant waved his hand, struggled for a while, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Cheng, don't you like eating celery?"

"Well, I don't like it very much." Cheng Fei clicked on the recording and listened to it. After confirming that there was no problem, he looked up at him and asked, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

The assistant looked serious: "You haven't told me for so many years that you don't like celery, and in the set meal I bought for you, you also ate everything with celery, didn't you?"

Cheng Fei, who was asked a series of questions by the assistant, was puzzled: "I don't like it, but I would eat it occasionally for the sake of nutritional balance. Why did you compete with celery today?"

The assistant persistently asked: "Did you eat celery when you ate today?"

The veins on Cheng Fei's forehead twitched, feeling that his patience was exhausted little by little: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"It's just entanglement. I've been with you for so many years, arranging your diet and daily life. I don't even know that you don't like celery. Why does Gu Xi know?"

Cheng Fei froze, frowned and asked again uncertainly: "You said Gu Xi knows that I don't like celery?"

"Yes, I saw that she had squeezed celery juice, so I wanted to make you a cup too, but she refused to let me do it, saying that you don't like celery."

Hearing the assistant's words, Cheng Fei couldn't help being puzzled.

He is not a very picky eater. Even if it is a food he doesn't like, he will occasionally eat a little bit when he has no choice. The only person who knows his food likes and dislikes is supposed to be his mother. Why would Gu Xi know?

And that honey water...is it really just a coincidence?

He asked the assistant to go back to rest first, and looked at the time. It was past nine o'clock, and the mother should not have rested yet.

He looked at the recording file, hesitated for a while, and finally made up his mind to call his mother.

Cheng's mother was still watching TV dramas, so she was very happy to receive his call and asked him what's the matter.

Cheng Fei talked to her in a homely tone: "Mom, every time I get drunk, how do you make the honey water you make for me? I asked the people in the hotel to make me a cup, but It tastes nothing like the one you made for me."

"Of course, this is a formula that my mother and I experimented out. Your father is drunk, and it works best for him. I was thinking at the time that this would become a family tradition. When the time comes, you will have a girlfriend." , I’ll teach her.” The mother’s voice over there was joyful.

The smile on the corners of Cheng Fei's lips faded a little, girlfriend... She hasn't been around for many years.

"Mom, it's like this. Today I drank a cup of honey water. The taste is exactly the same as the one you made for me. I suspect that the chef stole your recipe and asked him to tell you how to do it. Would you like to listen to it? What's the difference?"

"The taste is the same? Impossible." Cheng's mother's curiosity was also piqued, "Then tell me how he makes it."

Cheng Fei responded, and clicked on the recording to play for Cheng's mother.

When Cheng's mother heard the voice, she smiled and said, "Is it a girl? The voice is pretty nice."

But after she finished listening to Gu Xi's words, she became completely quiet and didn't speak for a long while.

After the recording was played, Cheng Fei pressed the end button, and asked tentatively, "Mom, how is it? How is it different from your approach?"

"Xiaofei, this... this girl, she..." Cheng's mother's tone was so tense that she trembled, "Is she Xinxin?" After a long silence, Cheng Fei's mind went blank for a moment. The hand holding the phone suddenly tightened.

Xinxin?

Gu Xi is... An Xin?
"Xiaofei?" Mother Cheng urged nervously.

Cheng Fei came back to his senses, raised the corners of his lips mockingly, and said with a low smile: "Mom, you are confused, Xin Xin...she has been gone for many years."

"But..." Mother Cheng said excitedly, "The method she said is exactly the same as mine! The ingredients, weight and even the method of adding ingredients, I have never taught anyone except Xinxin! She... If she isn't Xinxin, then who is she? What does she have to do with Xinxin?"

Cheng's mother's question caused Cheng Fei's mind to become chaotic in an instant.

She's not Xinxin, so who is she?

The first time we met, he asked: "Who are you, have we met somewhere?"

"I'm your fan," she said.

Later, I found out that she was his little junior sister.

and then?
Is it just a coincidence to go to the cemetery to worship An Ming?

Pulling his sleeve, just a coincidence?

Can adjust honey water, just a coincidence?

Knowing his eating likes and dislikes, is it just a coincidence?
Then... what else?

"You once made a promise with a girl that you will be the best actor and she will be the best actress... What if I said that my goal is also to be the best actress?"

All the coincidences happened to one person, is it possible... maybe she is really...

"Xiaofei? Xiaofei, what are you talking about?" Mother Cheng shouted anxiously on the phone.

Cheng Fei didn't hear it at all. He knew that this idea was crazy, but now he desperately needed an answer, even if it was just a negative!

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