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Chapter 467: Cooking 3

The kitchen counter was in a mess, with chopping boards and kitchen knives scattered around. Mu Shiqin rolled up his sleeves and was stirring the soup in the purple clay bowl with a long spoon. Hot air puffed towards his cheeks.

Ruoxi stood at the door of the kitchen with her hands on her, feeling astringent in her heart. She began to regret in her heart, why didn't she make soup or cook for him so seriously? Even if she didn't know how to cook, she could still learn from Shi Qin.

Same, just follow the recipe.

I thought I had to pay more, but I found that Shiqin had to pay far more than I did.

For me, Shiqin, you tried your best to make me happy.

For me, you, who never had the chance to enter the kitchen, entered the kitchen.



I always thought that I gave everything, but in the end I discovered that in front of you, you have been giving, and I have always been receiving your efforts.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, or perhaps only a few, Ruoxi reached out and wiped the tears from her face, turned around, and returned upstairs.

In the bathroom, Ruoxi lowered her head and washed her face with warm water, then raised her head. She looked stunningly beautiful in the mirror, but still looked a little haggard.

She spent a long time in the bathroom, and finally came out of the bathroom after Mu Shiqin came upstairs to call her.

"Xier, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Looking at the paleness on her face, Mu Shiqin stepped forward and hugged her.

Ruoxi shook her head, "No." After saying that, she sniffed and asked him with a smile, "What's so fragrant? I'm even hungry."

Mu Shiqin quickly said: "The takeout I ordered over the phone, go and eat quickly." After that, he hugged her downstairs and moved the soup bowl in front of her. Seeing her frowning slightly, he asked,

"Does it taste bad?"

"A little bitter, a little salty." Ruoxi suppressed her laughter, took another bite, and deliberately frowned and asked him, "Which restaurant did you order takeout from? Why is the quality so poor?"

Mu Shiqin was startled and coughed twice, "Really?"

Ruoxi raised her eyebrows, "Yeah, you can try it." She took a spoonful and put it to his lips. Watching him drink it, she finally couldn't help laughing, "Actually, not at all.

It's not bitter, not salty, and tastes good. Shiqin, your cooking skills are getting better and better."

Mu Shiqin glared at her and cursed, "Eat yours." He pushed her hand back with an awkward look on his face. Looking at her awkward look, Ruoxi chuckled.

Today, it's raining lightly outside.

At this moment, Ruoxi's mood was extremely good.

Until later, when I thought of this scene, I still thought that time could freeze at this moment, and even the wind and rain outside could not stop the peace at this moment. Unfortunately, I forgot that life is still so cruel, things are still going on, and the tragedy is still the same

will be performed.

I finally understood that no matter how much joy I get, I have to pay how much sadness. The happiness in front of me means that the sadness I will pay in the future will be so strong. What is very sad is that I have to taste the heart-breaking happiness and sorrow one by one.

Only when I was sad did I understand.

Is human life a dream or a memory?

Ruoxi sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the scenery outside the house in a daze.

Is her dream coming to an end?

I once thought that this dream would end as soon as possible, but now I long for the continuation of the dream. I once thought that those people or things that occupied people's thoughts and lives that I could not remember for a long time have been forgotten, but now I find that it has not

It has not been forgotten, on the contrary, it exists in a strong way.

I always remember that sentence, 'In life, people are constantly leaving or entering. What is seen is invisible; what is remembered is forgotten. In life, there are constant gains and losses. What is invisible is seen; what is forgotten

, remembered. However, does the invisible mean that it does not exist? Does the remembered thing never disappear? Be kind to yourself, because a lifetime is not long; be kind to the people around you, because the next life may not be the same.

meet.'


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