But why did he feel a little familiar when she said it?

Trying to search for the blank mind, with her words, there was a blank memory, and there was a vague and unreal scene in a trance.

He didn't know whether it was a real memory or a self-conceived because of her words.

"What else?"

He asked quietly.

Qiao Qingyan's eyes drifted away, with a faint smile, missing the past, and her true eyebrows and eyes stretched out.

"You also have a small notebook that specializes in recording my period. Once, I asked me curiously, 'Why are you always so on time? It's so magical...'" She smiled when she said this.

Ji Wuchen looked at her smile without turning his eyes, and his heartstrings were touched for a moment.

Qiao Qingyan lowered her eyes, covered her lower abdomen, her face turned pale, and thin sweat emerged from the tip of her nose.

She let go of him and got up to leave. Ji Wuchen pulled out of the scene she described and grabbed her in confusion.

"What’s wrong with you?

His face looked ugly.”

"I have a stomachache."

Qiao Qingyan answered weakly with Qiyin.

Mu Che was impressed, "Master, your acting skills are so perfect, right?

I almost believed it!"

His door is very clear, and this girl actually doesn't hurt at all.

She is well recuperated and will not hurt without special circumstances.

Ji Wuchen let go of her helplessly. Seeing her unsteadily shaking her body, she was about to fall down, she took her into her arms and wiped her sweat.

He was confused at a loss, "What should I do now?

What can I do?”

By the way, the brown sugar ginger soup and the warm water bag she mentioned.

He put her on the couch, "You can endure it for a while, and I will come."

Before leaving, he reminded him and threatened, "Don't move around! Otherwise, I will punish you!"

Finally, he looked at her deeply and disappeared from the spot.

The alarm in the kitchen interior hall woke up a group of chefs and servants, and rushed to the kitchen.

Seeing Ji Wuchen cutting ginger and cooking brown sugar water, the eyes of the group almost burst into shock.

This, this is the master who cooks in person and takes the initiative to get angry with fireworks, is their noble Lord?

This is his first time in the kitchen! Oh my God... this world must be fantasy.

"Your Highness, what are you going to do? Let it go and leave it to the young people. How can you bother Your Highness to do it yourself?"

"It is the young people who have to let Your Highness come to the kitchen in person!"

The chefs woke up one after another, lifted up their sleeves and wanted to come forward to help.

Ji Wuchen scolded them, his expression was particularly serious, as if he was to respond to the enemy on the battlefield and could not be missed.

"Don't move! You don't understand."

It was clearly the first time he had prepared brown sugar ginger soup, but he was familiar with how to compare it.

The water, brown sugar and ginger slices are just the right amount, which is the most acceptable taste.

When I came to the kitchen, even if I had no memory, I was still familiar with it and awakened my subconscious mind.

The chefs are ashamed.

Master, we are the top chefs in the dynasty, you know.

How could they not understand the simple things about brown sugar ginger soup?... That's right, you are Your Highness and You are the boss, you have the final say.

Everyone who woke up from their dreams saw the brown sugar ginger soup and suddenly realized it.

These chefs are proficient in medicinal food and know very well what they are here to do.

There is only Qiao Qiao in the entire temple, so who else can it be?

No wonder, it turned out to be prepared for the future Lord’s wife.

Your Highness is so affectionate that he can cook for Qiao Qiao himself, and he still takes it seriously and takes it seriously.

Since it is for the sake of the Lord’s wife and please him, wouldn’t it be possible to make Your Highness happy?

A chef actively reminded him that he wanted to take the opportunity to get a good impression.

"Your Highness, you have done everything else perfectly, just put a little more water, and remove two spoons and it will be thicker."

Ji Wuchen replied without thinking, "What do you know?

This is just right! If there is less water, Qingyan will feel tired!"

After a look of dismay, the chef sneered awkwardly.

"Hahaha, so that's it, so that's it. I'm so ignorant. Your Highness knows Miss Qiao best. We are not as good as your Highness."

The others exchanged eyes with gossip.

Tsk tsk tsk, it is obvious that this is not the first time Your Highness has done such a thing for Qiao Qiao.

So they have known each other long ago?

Where did you know?

What's the point in the past?

Why did he appear in the temple now?

It should be a good thing coming soon! Ji Wuchen suddenly reacted after being emphasized by the chef, his eyes shook, and he was in a daze for a moment.

Yes, why did he say so confidently?

How did he know what she liked?

Did she tell him all the things she had experienced?

Damn, why is the memory so completely gone?

Just as I was thinking, the knife in my hand cut the gloves and cut them on my fingertips, and blood came out in an instant.

Everyone exclaimed nervously, "Be careful with your Highness! Your hands, hurry, wash and bandage!"

Ji Wuchen looked at the blood on his fingertips calmly, and several tiny scenes flashed through his mind.

He was shocked, was it a fragment of memory? He quickly searched for the fleeting memory scenes and shook his head.

The bleeding fingertips in front of me coincided with the scene in my mind in a trance.

The same bleeding fingertips, the same clumsy slices of ginger, the same preparation of brown sugar ginger soup, the same night... Is that his memory?

It's exactly the same as Qiao Qingyan said, so she is really his wife?

! He felt a little anxious, and he couldn't wait to find her and ask some things about the past. Is this how he could trigger more memories?

A group of people came up to help him treat the wound. Ji Wuchen waved them away indifferently and walked out.

After taking two steps, he turned around and finished the brown sugar ginger soup.

Then, take the prepared water heater bag to the main house together.

The ground shrank into an inch, the speed was three times faster than before! When he returned to the main house, Qiao Qingyan was still lying obediently on his soft couch, and his eyebrows and eyes softened in an instant.

Yes, quite obedient.

He touched the hot soup bowl and placed the warm water bag on her lower abdomen.

“Is it here?

Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts~" "Sweet."

Then, Qiao Qingyan pinched him and threatened fiercely, "Are you scornful?"

His arm was pinched without pain and itchy, and Ji Wuchen curled his lips.

"When I teach people a lesson, I am not spoiled at all, like a tigress."

What he said was a compliment, but the tigress?

What the hell is it?

"What's your analogy!"

Qiao Qingyan grinded her teeth and suddenly felt that she was pinching her too lightly, "Be careful, I will punish you to kneel down on the durian!"

Ji Wuchen couldn't understand, "Durian?

What?"

Qiao Qingyan took a deep breath and tried to calm down her emotions, calm down, and calm down! You want to take him down! She changed the topic at the right time, hugged the warm water bag, turned her face like turning the page, and looked at him with a smile.
Chapter completed!