Mo Yanyi nodded seriously, expressing that he believed in her
When people tell the truth, no one believes them
Yingzhen brought the camera and held a long white silk scarf on her arm. Mo Yanyi sat on the sofa wrapped in a sheet.
She waved to him: "Beach, start work."
"Can I ask for breakfast first?" he said pitifully.
"I don't eat breakfast," Yingzhen said casually.
Mo Yanyi said with concern: "Girls will age faster if they don't eat breakfast."
"Oh, really?" Ying Zhen said calmly, holding up the camera and squinting at Mo Yanyi, "Can you make breakfast?"
Mo Yanyi shook his head
Ying Zhen put down the camera, rolled her big eyes, walked up to him, and said: "Xiao Linzi, why don't you think about it carefully, maybe you were a housewife before you lost your memory, but you can't remember it now.
I just know how to make breakfast
How about this, follow me to the kitchen, and after you see those pots and pans, your sense of intimacy will rise spontaneously, so you will naturally make a hearty breakfast..."
Mo Yanyi was almost convinced by Ying Zhen that he was really an excellent chef before he lost his memory: "Is that so?"
"Come on, let's go to the kitchen. It will help you recover your memory." Ying Zhen pulled him up with great strength.
Mo Yanyi stumbled along the way and almost tripped over the sheets several times.
It's a spotless kitchen. By spotless, I don't mean there's no dust. I mean there's no trace of fireworks.
"Don't you think they are very friendly?" Yingzhen leaned against the door and said with a smile.
Mo Yanyi shook his head blankly. He seemed to be very unfamiliar with those kitchen utensils. Apart from knowing that the bowls and chopsticks are for eating, the spoons for drinking soup, and the other pots and pans, he didn't understand what their uses were.
"You will feel familiar with them if you get in touch with them more." Yingzhen pushed him, "You know, it is very expensive to eat out. There are also suburbs around here. It is not convenient to order takeout, and it is very delicious.
I believe in your cooking skills. There are noodles I bought the day before yesterday in the third wall cabinet. There are also a few eggs in the refrigerator, but I don’t know how to combine them... You can try it. I will wait for you.
Once we’re full, we’ll start working.”
Mo Yanyi stretched out her hand to touch the pot, but felt that she should take the ladle first, and finally looked at Ying Zhen helplessly.