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Guo Ziming returned to his hometown. This is a brand new world without Song Yan and Ye Jue.

What he has the only love for two lives with Song Yan.

The accident in M ​​Country has been a sleeping history. Everything he remembers in people's memory has been shattered by time, and no one remembers that he has ever appeared.

Guo Ziming returned to Country X and opened a large restaurant there. When he was forty years old, he met a woman.

The woman looks 70% or 80% like Song Yan. Her ex-husband is a soldier who died during a mission and she also has a twelve-year-old child.

That side left a deep impression on Guo Ziming. That afternoon, after a quick glance, Guo Ziming thought it was Song Yan. He ran out of the restaurant quickly. When he arrived at the parking lot, Guo Ziming held the woman's hand. The woman turned around and stared at him in shock.

The woman's eyes looked very similar to hers, but there was a red tear mole under her left eye, and her head grew to her waist.

Guo Ziming looked at her deeply and did not let go of the woman's hand for a long time.

The woman's lips curled up, and a gentle smile appeared. She turned her head slightly and asked, "Do you know me?"

Guo Ziming suddenly shuddered, let go of the woman's hand, took a step back, and his eyes never left the woman.

Maybe, he knows it.

I just don't remember seeing it anywhere.

"I don't remember." Guo Ziming took another step back and said politely: "I was rude just now, sorry."

He turned around and was about to leave, and the woman suddenly said, "Did you admit me wrong? I saw hope in your eyes, and finally turned into disappointment."

Guo Ziming paused slightly.

The woman said, "My name is Song Yan."

Guo Ziming's body stiffened.

What?

He turned around and looked at her for a few more times: "What are your name?"

"My name is Song Yan."

"Why did you tell me your name?"

"Because..." Song Yan lowered her head, unable to think of why, she looked up at him and said, "I have been following you. You are very famous in China Street. I also like the taste of this restaurant. I want to meet you together. Mr. Guo, I am also a foodie."

She took out the business card from her bag and handed it to Guo Ziming.

Guo Ziming reached out to take it, looked at the name on the business card, and the joy mentioned in his heart settled again.

It turned out to be the smoke of fireworks!

"Yes." Guo Ziming held the business card.

Song Yan got into the car and left.

Half a month later, Guo Ziming attended a food banquet.

This banquet was held by Guo Ziming himself. Every time he released a new dish, he would invite people from all over the world to come and taste it.

The dish that has the most turnarounds will be vigorously sold to the store by Guo Ziming.

That night, Song Yan sat alone in the corner, with only one blueberry cake on the plate.

Guo Ziming paid attention to her very early, but he had never been there.

The crowd gradually dissipated, and Song Yan was still sitting there. Guo Ziming walked over with red wine and asked, "The food tonight is not in your appetite."

Everyone praised her, but why did she eat a piece of cake for three hours?

Song Yan lowered her head, and a few strands of heads fell on the cake in front of her, and replied softly: "There are more than 300 dishes at the banquet, only this cake is made by you."

She held the small fork and ate slowly: "It's sour, it will cause nausea if you eat it faster. Eat it slower but you can slowly taste the sour taste inside. It's quite delicious."

Guo Ziming was startled at first, but finally, he smiled a surprise on his face: "Can I sit down?"

"Yes." Song Yan stretched out the position next to him: "I left it for you."

Guo Ziming sat down and put the glass of red wine in his hand in front of her: "I haven't drunk it."

"I don't drink in front of strangers on strange occasions."

“Red wine is not good either.”

"A cup is poured, do you think it's OK?"

"..." Guo Ziming fell into deep thought again. This woman's habits and some movements were really too similar to that person.

But the tears mole under her eyes clearly told him that she was not her.

"Then don't drink it." Guo Ziming quickly brought the red wine over and stared at her and ate it.

She was really slow to eat.

"Do you have a bad stomach?"

"How do you know?" Song Yan looked up at him: "I had gastric cancer, but it was cured and I cut nearly half of my stomach, so my stomach capacity is very small. I won't eat what you did."

Guo Ziming frowned slightly: "What purpose do you have to approach me?"

"I want to find a job, but all the restaurants on China Street don't want me. I have a grandfather at home and my son is going to school. You are my last hope." Because she is sick, they dare not accept it, for fear of trouble. Guo Ziming's restaurant is her last hope, and she checked a lot of information about him.

"Where is your husband?"

"Soldier, gloriously sacrificed." Song Yan looked up at him.

Guo Ziming looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I asked what I shouldn't have asked."

Song Yan lowered his head and said nothing.

"Then your child is here?"

"He follows my grandpa."

"A few kids."

"There are twins, both of them are sons. They will be provided for their school and will be provided for college in the future. Now they buy a villa for them to get married. The pressure is so great." Song Yan looked up and saw a waiter walking by. She quickly waved and said, "Give me a cup of coffee."

"OK."

The waiter came with coffee and when he put it in front of Song Yan, Guo Ziming took the coffee and said, "Change her a cup of warm water. If she is cured, her body needs good care. She still won't take coffee."

Song Yan had no objection. Seeing the waiter changing her glass of warm water for her, she picked up the boiling water and drank it in small sips.

"I'll have half of this cake tonight?"

"Um."

"I'll make you a bowl of porridge." Guo Ziming stood up.

Song Yan quickly grabbed Guo Ziming's sleeve and asked, "Then will you accept me? If you don't accept me, then I'll leave and I can make porridge myself."

"Let's talk about work after eating, sit down." He held her hand, and then she realized that she was very thin and had a handful of bones.

He turned to the kitchen.

In about half an hour, Guo Ziming made a bowl of yam bone porridge.

Song Yan looked down and said with a smile on his face: "You are very good at taking care of people. Your wife must be a happy woman."

Guo Ziming said "yes", and his thoughts drifted away again.

If there weren't those things, she might have been his wife.

He watched her eat and finished the bowl of porridge bit by bit.

There is nothing left in the end.

He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her.

She took it and said, "Thank you."

Guo Ziming said: "What is your main business?"

"chef."
Chapter completed!