I Lost My Memory After She Was Moved

It turns out that learning to cook this time is for Zhao Zhao?

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

After these two days of study, although Cen Luo's cooking skills were not improved by leaps and bounds, at least it was enough to make people swallow.

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

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

Zhao Zhao is in charge of washing and selecting vegetables, and Cen Luo is in charge of chopping the vegetables.

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

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

He shrank his hands subconsciously, embarrassed after being punctured by someone who spoke big words on the spot.

"No matter how good your 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.

When Zhao Zhao heard the words, he didn't answer her, but asked her, "Does it hurt?"

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

"Did you take the medicine?"

Cen Luo just wanted to answer, but saw that Zhao Zhao suddenly held her palm, turned the scalded position towards him, and blew.

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

He retracted his hand and glanced at it: "Wipe it, don't worry, it will be fine tomorrow."

After 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 little unusual, and there seemed to be an emotion in his eyes that didn't belong to his sister, Cen Luo couldn't speak.

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

Zhao Zhao heard this from Cen Luo ten years ago. At that time, Cen Luo was often so angry that she wanted to throw her out, and in the end he used the sentence "If I didn't look at you like Xiaoxi... …”

When she was young and didn't know how to express herself, Zhao Zhao didn't like words like her sister's. Although she refuted it countless times, she couldn't change Cen Luo's thoughts.

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

Later on the day I went back, Zhao Zhao called her sister. Later, Zhao Zhao wondered many times if Cen Luo would be more reluctant for her if she called her sister Cen Luo earlier.

Even for being like her sister.

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

While answering, he took the knife in Cen Luo's hand and said, "I'll cut it."

At the end, he added a sentence: "I think according to your method, 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 get it, maybe Cen Luo would deliberately prove it to her.

Hearing that, 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.

As a result, Zhao Zhao said in the next second, "Sister, do you believe that my cooking skills are better than the chefs of Yunxiang Club?"

Naturally, Cen Luo 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 food!"

Cen Luo snorted and was surprised that Zhao Zhao could actually cook. Thinking of his cooking skills, Zhao Zhao should be better than himself, so he thought about it and retreated to the sink next to him, ready to help wash the dishes.

Originally, Zhao Zhao thought that Cen Luo would just stand by 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 the fire down a bit and went back to Cen Luo: "I'll cook after I go back from your house."

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

Cen Luo thought for a while, that might be her first time cooking, because she was afraid of oil splashing, the oil and vegetables were almost cooked together, and it would be outrageous if it was mushy but undercooked.

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

true warrior.

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

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

"Later, I heard from a passing grandmother 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 another province for four years."

For some reason, the scene suddenly became sensational.

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

It seemed that there was something that she couldn't understand, breaking out of the ground.

Cen Luo hesitated for a while, and finally said hesitantly: "What are you looking for from me?"

In the face of Zhao Zhao who was suddenly sensational, Cen Luo couldn't tell her in a joking tone that he just saw that she was very similar to Xiaoxi, so he picked her up.

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

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

Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.

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

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

Seeing this, Cen Luo walked out of the kitchen, walked to the entrance, and opened the door.

Jian Mu was standing outside the door.

Without waiting for Cen Luo to ask, Jian Mu explained, "I seem to have loaded the documents wrongly and put them in your cardboard box."

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

Yesterday, I opened it and looked at it, and found that there was indeed a mess filled with numbers and symbols that she couldn't understand, as well as some draft design drawings. She originally thought it was something she had researched during her work time.

Now think about it, even if she gave her a few more decades, she wouldn't like such complicated things.

It's quite right to say that it was Jane Mu.

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

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

Jian Mu nodded.

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

From where Jian Mu stood, you could see the view of the kitchen.

She saw Zhao Zhao standing in the kitchen cooking, with an apron that was very familiar to her.

Jian Mu knew that Cen Luo likes to buy several copies, either as a gift to a friend or as a collection.

The apron on Zhao Zhao's body is exactly the same as the one at her house.

In the past, when she occasionally cooked, she often forgot her apron, and sometimes she would get splashed with oil. Later, it was Cen Luo who helped her put on the apron before she cooked.

So, will the apron on Zhao Zhao be covered by Cen Luo himself?

Will you also tiptoe up and wrap the apron straps 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 he didn't know what she said to Cen Luo. Cen Luo didn't drive her away but made 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. If you can, I'll put them on a plate."

"Hurry up, it's going to be mushy!"

Cen Luo wanted to find the documents, but after hearing the words, he paused for a while. The plate should be more urgent, because the dishes will not taste good if they are mushy.

True words from someone who has eaten mussels these past two days.

So Cen Luo's footsteps turned a corner, and he was about to walk to the kitchen, when he saw that Zhao Zhao had come out with a small bowl in his hand.

"I'll take it out."

"Ah—" Zhao Zhao picked up the dish in the bowl with clean chopsticks and put it next to Cen Luo's mouth.

It only took a few tens of seconds before and after, before Cen Luo had time to figure out what Zhao Zhao wanted to do, he subconsciously opened his mouth and swallowed the dish.

"Yeah." Cen Luo gave Zhao Zhao a thumbs up, praising her craftsmanship.

Then he walked to the side of the sofa and found the document bag from the top of the cardboard box.

When he turned around, he realized that he had not closed the door.

Did she forget to turn it off?

Handing the document bag to Jian Mu, reminding her: "I hope there is only one document."

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

Jian Mu, who was originally looking at Zhao Zhao, hummed, lowered her head, and just said thank you, the door in front of her was closed.

Jian Mu stared at the document in her hand in a daze.

Thinking of the admiring expression on Cen Luo's face when Zhao Zhao was feeding him.

Jian Mu went back to the room silently.

Near noon, Zhao Zhao was called away by a phone call from his agent.

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

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

Before leaving, Zhao Zhao warned Cen Luo, but Cen Luo didn't quite understand why Zhao Zhao suddenly became so long-winded, as if she was her younger sister and Zhao Zhao was her elder sister.

"I'll send it to you."

Cen Luo couldn't help but interrupt her nagging.

"No, the car is nearby." Worried that Cen Luo would want to take her downstairs, he added, "What if you take me off and we are photographed? 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 suddenly said.

"Um?"

"Are you going back to Lingshan to visit the class?"

Seeing her look of anticipation, Cen Luo nodded: "Mmmm."

Zhao Zhao hesitated, 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 and prepared to go back to sleep.

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

"Can I borrow soy sauce?"

soy sauce?

Don't even have soy sauce at home?

Just when Cen Luo was about to answer, Cen Luo saw Zhao Zhao, who had just left, walking back.

"How do you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Zhao quickly came to him and hugged her gently.

Gentle and brief.

"Sister must remember to come."

Zhao Zhao was a little uneasy, the variables in six months were 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 regarded as air by the two of them.

Zhao Zhaolin glanced at Jian Mu before leaving, and the eyes of the two exchanged silently for a while.

After Zhao Zhao left, Cen Luo remembered that there was another Jian Mu next to him.

soy sauce?

Won't you buy it yourself?

"No." Then he closed the door.

This is the third time today that I heard Zen Luo's door closing.

Jian Mu hooked her lips somewhat mockingly.

The mobile phone in his hand kept ringing, and Jian Mu took back her thoughts and glanced at the phone.

There are several unread messages above, the last message is:

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

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

[I want to hug her. 】

Chu Lin quickly replied: [? ? ? 】

【Wake up! You are not worthy. 】

[Do you want a full refund, just say so! 】

[Calm down, let's take it slow, can you trust my professionalism? 】

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

I thought of something and sent a message to Chu Linbai:

[Help me find recipes, spicy dishes. 】

Chu Linbai: [? 】

【Is he your subordinate? 】

The next second, Chu Linbai saw a transfer message appearing on her and Jian Mu's pages.

She felt Jian Mu's sincerity, so——

She retracted a message.

[No problem, wrap it on me. 】

The author has something to say: I wish I had forty-eight hours a day [paralysis].

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