Chen An stepped forward, grabbed the bowl and chopsticks, pulled out his chair and sat down, "I didn't say I didn't want to eat!"

"..."

The man didn't say anything and sat down opposite him.

Chen An picked up a piece of pork ribs, took a bite and suddenly paused. The taste...

It seems, deja vu.

But he couldn't remember anything. Chen An ate a piece, looked at him with the bowl in hand, and asked thoughtfully, "You..."

The man's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, a little nervous about what he would say.

Could it be that he has not lost his memory?

As soon as this idea came up, Chen An on the opposite side continued, "Your occupation is a chef?!"

"..."

One word chokes the dreamer to death.

The man held his forehead with one hand. He was thinking too much. He... must have lost his memory.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Chen An picked up another piece of pork ribs and looked at him while eating, "You are acquiescing if you don't answer?"

"..."

"Are you wearing a mask and hat because you have to cook? Are you afraid that your hair and face will be inhaled by oil fumes?"

"..."

"Do you live here to secretly train your craft and participate in competitions? What competitions? What's the reward for first place?"

"..."

"How long did it take you to make this ribs? Do you have any exclusive seasoning? It is passed down from ancestors... Are you from a family of chefs?"

"..."

The man couldn't stand listening anymore and said with a black line on his face, "Eat it quickly, or it will get cold."

"Does it taste bad when it's cold? Do you chefs pay attention to this?"

"..."

Men, don't show your face and just act dumb.

Chen An thought as he asked, he didn't remember anything, there were too many things that he needed to know, and he wouldn't know anything if he didn't ask...

He ate very quickly, and he was indeed hungry. After Mo Nanjue rescued him, he slept for two days and took nutrient solutions.

And these dishes taste really good.

While he was eating, the man sat motionless, staring at one place in trance. Chen An suddenly looked up at him before taking a bite of the double-layered pancake.

The man had an ominous premonition for no reason, so he ate quietly for less than five minutes...

really.

Chen An looked at him for more than ten seconds, put down the pancake and asked again, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Why aren't you hungry? Did you eat it while cooking? Is it different from what I ate?"

"……no."

"Then why aren't you hungry if you don't eat? Do you want to lose weight? Do you need to stay in shape during the competition? But you are already in good shape..."

Chen An said for a moment, then raised his head suddenly, "Are you not only a chef, but also a model?!"

man,"……"

collapsed.

Chen An must have been hit by DK instead of having two copies of "One Hundred Thousand Whys" implanted in his head?!

Mo Nanjue, come and take Chen An away...

He didn't answer. Chen An was eating goose legs and looking at him, still thinking about his career.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the wooden bed not far away.

The wooden house was not big, only suitable for one person to live in. It was very clean. Chen An was finally willing to put down the bowl. He stood up and walked over, taking out a book from under the pillow.

It is an entertainment magazine.

On the huge cover, the bold title is extremely dazzling——

[MR President Mo Nanjue held a grand wedding, spent a lot of money to buy an island in the middle of the sea, and spent all his efforts just to make his wife smile]

The background picture is a real shot of the island of ‘Moran Chuxin’.
Chapter completed!