Xia Qianqian got out of bed, picked up the stick, opened the door and went out, shouting: "who!"

The sound of Suo Suo is gone. The night is very quiet. Snowflakes are falling. Occasionally, jackdaws call twice. There is a thing in front of the yard, which is so dark that I can't see what it is. There is a string of fresh footprints outside.

With the experience of the last cash register, Xia Qianqian didn't worry about being a wild animal and strode past with a stick.

There is a food box on the snow.

"Food box?" Xia Qianqian frowned strangely, thinking of the Silver Charcoal last time, she opened the food box, and a familiar fragrance floated out.

Braised pork in brown sauce!

Xia Qian's heartbeat missed half a beat. Unable to restrain her excitement, she began to chase out.

The footprints only extend two or three meters and then disappear. The footprints are replaced by the footprints of horses' hooves. Xia Qianqian raised her eyes and looked far away, trying to see who sent her things again and again. However, the night is too dark, can only see a black figure riding away.

Xia Qianqian is disappointed. She turns to carry her food box back to the room.

Qin has taken Xia yunyun to sleep. She sits alone under the light, staring at the food box and the braised meat inside.

The food box is very delicate, and the top-quality wood is carved with peony patterns. Although the braised pork is very cold, it looks very familiar.

She likes to eat braised pork. When Gu Yanjing is in a good mood, he will make two bowls. One bowl to eat now, one bowl to put in the refrigerator. This braised pork is the same as the one in her fridge!

"It's impossible. I must think too much." Xia Qianqian shook her head. It is she who wants to divorce Gu Yanjing. God punished her for farming in ancient times. How could she eat Gu Yanjing's braised pork again?

All this is just her illusion. Because I miss her so much, my eyes are deceiving her.

However, she still wanted to try the taste, which was somewhat like Gu Yanjing's handwriting.

Xia Qianqian reaches out his hand to bring the braised meat out of the food box, and scolds himself for not striving for success in his heart. Now he still thinks about Gu Yanjing. After three minutes of self disdain, Xia Qianqian balanced herself and went to the hot braised pork with a strong sense of reason.

When the meat is hot, the familiar fragrance comes out.

Xia Qian was stunned and couldn't believe it. Finally, her eyes were hot - confirmed that her nose was the taste she wanted!

"How could it be..." Xia Qianqian shakes her hands, takes the meat out of the pot, picks up chopsticks, puts a piece of meat into her mouth and bites it gently She closed her eyes and burst into tears.

It's it! It's it! That's it! Gu Yanjing's braised pork is absolutely right!

However, how can there be such a taste of braised pork in this world? Is Gu Yanjing here?

Gu Changsheng's young but steady face floats in his mind. Xia Qianqian is startled and opens his eyes in a hurry. No, no, no way! It's just that they look alike.

It is said that the third young master of Gu family was born stupid and weak. Although the rumors are not accurate, Gu Changsheng is not stupid, but she has seen the weakness with her own eyes. How can you let Gu Changsheng go to the kitchen?

If Gu Changsheng is Gu Yanjing, he will never be able to receive her. He must want to kill her.

Such a thought, Xia Qianqian's heart slowly falls back to the belly.

It's not Gu Changsheng. Who is it? Who else can make Gu Yanjing's braised pork?

Is it Gu Yanjing's ancestor? Is Gu Yanjing's cooking skill actually handed down?