Upon hearing this, Li Ma seemed quite surprised that Mu Nanxun would say such a thing. She exclaimed, "Young Master, have you forgotten? The young mistress personally made you a sea bass soup a few days ago. You ate it and said it was especially delicious, even better than what I make. Moreover, the young mistress is now very skilled in the kitchen, and she can cook and make soup with ease."
Mu Nanxun: "..."
Really? He's already eaten the sea bass soup that Yi Yi made for him? And he even praised it as delicious? But why doesn't he remember it at all?
Oh no, it's not that he had absolutely no recollection. When Li Ma mentioned it, he vaguely recalled some memories.
In his memory, Yi Yi did indeed make sea bass soup for him. Moreover, he personally watched Yi Yi make it.
Why is it that... he only remembers these things after other people mention them?
In the spacious kitchen, Yi Yi busied herself methodically. Mu Nanxun looked at her profile and suddenly felt a little unfamiliar with her.
This face is clearly the same, the eyes and the tone of voice are no different from before. But... there's just something inexplicably awkward about it.
Logically speaking, with a well-behaved daughter, a beautiful and intelligent wife who is also an excellent cook, and everything going smoothly at home and at work without any worries, this is the kind of life one could only dream of. Yet, precisely because of this, everything feels so ephemeral, as if it could slip away at any moment.
His memories were a jumbled mess, indistinguishable between what was real and what was false. Or perhaps, they were all real, and all false...
"Young Master, Young Master, what's wrong? Don't scare me, what happened?" Li Ma waved her hand frantically in front of him, perhaps frightened by his staring in one direction for so long.
Mu Nanxun snapped out of his daze. The expression on Li Ma's face was so sincere that he couldn't find a single flaw in it.
"I'm fine."
The figure in the kitchen was still busy, but she seemed completely unfamiliar to him. The Yi Yi he knew was not nearly as "virtuous" as he thought.
Well, isn't being virtuous a good thing?
He walked straight to the dining table, sat down, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it down in one gulp.
After a while, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen.
Yi Yi carried two bowls of sea bass soup and walked over gracefully, sitting down opposite him.
"Quickly taste it and see how it is. The cooking time wasn't right today, so it definitely won't taste as good as before. It's my fault, I was distracted for a moment, and by the time I realized it, it was too late."
Her tone was full of regret, as if she had done something wrong.
Mu Nanxun couldn't bear it; he would rather she be aggressive and fierce than so cautious.
He scooped a spoonful into his mouth and chewed it slowly.
To be honest, it's delicious, tender, and melts in your mouth... Even he, who is usually very picky, couldn't find anything wrong with this taste.
Even so... Yi Yi said it was because the heat wasn't controlled well enough.
Mu Nanxun was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. In truth, the moment he tasted it, he wished the sea bass soup looked unappetizing and tasted inedible. He wished Yi Yi had mistaken laundry detergent for salt, causing him to get diarrhea…
But none of them were found...
"How is it? Isn't it awful?"
Yi asked him cautiously.
Mu Nanxun forced a smile, unable to tell whether he was happy or sad.
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