The housekeeper said: "Sir, he likes to eat... cough, cough, cough, he actually likes to eat bitter melon."

"Huo Muchen likes to eat bitter melons?" Song Ci sat on the blanket, completely unimaginable, and thought for a moment: "Then please help the housekeeper prepare bitter melons and beets!"

"Yes." The butler turned to leave, but suddenly turned his head and said, "If Madam likes sweets, I will send someone to ask a pastry chef to make them in a few days. Madam, it is better not to eat outside food, it will be unhygienic and unsafe."

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"Why?"

Song Ci was suddenly at a loss, feeling that he didn't understand anything.

She was confused by the scarf.

"Sir, your mysophobia is caused by your eating outside food, which caused pneumonia, so ma'am... enough is enough." The housekeeper nodded politely, then exited the living room, turned to the kitchen and ordered the servants to prepare dinner.

Song Ci glanced at the cakes on the coffee table, then swept the remaining cakes into the trash can with a flick of his hand.

Huo Muchen has done so much for her. Even though he knew her memory had been tampered with, he never forgot to treat her well!

She can no longer act recklessly under the excuse of tampering with her memory. Maybe she can try to understand it again and stimulate her previous memories!

Song Ci got up and followed the housekeeper into the kitchen, surprising the housekeeper: "Madam, why are you here? The kitchen is not a place suitable for you!"

Especially for a person who can't tell the difference between salt and sugar, the housekeeper really can't compliment him!

Song Ci did not take it seriously and said with a smile: "Butler, please let me cook a meal for Huo Muchen! He has always cooked for me before, and I also want to cook it for him once."

The housekeeper glanced doubtfully: "Madam..."

He couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or a disaster, so he could only free up the kitchen!

The maids next to her opened their eyes one after another, looking at Song Ci as if she were a stranger: "In my impression, Madam has never been in the kitchen, let alone cooked."

Song Ci looked at the various ingredients in the kitchen and was a little confused about where to start.

The housekeeper really couldn't stand it, so he walked over and asked cautiously: "Madam, do you need some off-site guidance?"

Song Ci frowned, then nodded vigorously: "I think it's necessary."

The butler, who was treated like a savior, handed over the knife: "Madam, are you really ready to do this?"

"Prepare!"

Song Ci is extremely firm.

"Oh well."

The housekeeper was ashamed, but did not stop him.

"Madam, first...right, right...be careful...and then...wrong..."

There were sounds one after another from the kitchen, and finally Song Ci managed to make a plate of bitter melon, but was stopped by the housekeeper, who politely asked him to leave.

Song Ci was sitting next to the dining table, writing comments.

Bu Yan's matter has passed, but netizens are still holding on to this topic...

Maybe she thought too seriously. When Huo Muchen came to her side, Song Ci didn't even notice it. She only felt the breath of cold dark wood lingering on her nose, making her feel at ease unconsciously.

"What are you thinking about?"

The man's deep magnetic voice suddenly fell.

"You...you!"

Song Ci showed a flattering look and seemed to have thought of something. He raised his head and said, "I've cooked for you."

"You cook for me?"

Huo Muchen frowned, and his voice was a little low, but also mixed with deep suspicion.

"Yes, I asked the housekeeper to teach me, and I have been doing it for a long time." Song Ci turned around, handed over the plate of bitter melon, put it to his mouth with a small fork, and said, "Try it."

"You make me bitter melon." Huo Muchen stared at her with dark eyes.

Song Ci looked at him innocently and smiled: "Don't be too excited. This is my first time cooking. I will cook for you whenever I have time. Don't worry."

Huo Muchen's eyes twitched: "You mean, you still have to make bitter melon for me every day."

"Isn't this your favorite dish?" Song Ci was innocent and aggrieved.

"When will I..." When Huo Muchen saw her expectant eyes, he couldn't help but open his lips and eat the bitter melon on her fork.

For a moment, a thick bitterness spread into my throat.

Huo Muchen was extremely convinced: "Song Ci's making of bitter gourd did not eliminate the bitterness!"

But...she blinked her big eyes and asked him: "Is it delicious?"

"……tasty."

Huo Muchen said against his will.

"It's delicious. I'll make it for you every day." Song Ci felt that she finally had the opportunity to make some changes for Huo Muchen, and she was glowing with pink bubbles.

Huo Muchen hugged her with his long arms and calmly persuaded her to retreat: "No, I don't want you to move. You usually stay by my side and don't cook, eh?"

Song Ci nodded: "It's so delicious, I'll try it too."

"You don't mean to cook for me, little greedy cat." Huo Muchen took the tray from her hand, with a look of helplessness in his eyes: "You go and eat something else, I have to continue the cross-border meeting after dinner."

"Is there a lot going on in the company recently?" Song Ci asked in a low voice, "I have something to tell you."

"Um."

"It's about Bu Yan. You've been asking me when Bu Yan died. I don't know, but I'm sure it's not now, but two years later, because in three years... I will be in jail." Song Ci

He said lowly: "So don't worry."

Huo Muchen's eyes darkened: "No, I will be by your side forever."

Song Ci shook his head and raised his head to look at Huo Mu and Chen Yingyi's features. After staring at it for a few seconds, he moved his lips and said, "I know, but something happened to Bu Yan recently. I really want to be watched by someone in the dark."

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"What did you say?" Huo Muchen's heart clenched.

Song Ci told Huo Muchen what he had just read about the scarf on the Internet. Huo Muchen's whole body was filled with a bit of coldness, which penetrated into Song Ci's bones.

Song Ci leaned his little body against Huo Muchen's chest and called out softly: "Honey, I'm fine. Maybe the person behind him wants to remind me that I'm overthinking it?"

Huo Muchen looked at it, his heart softening and his eyes pitiful.

"Xiao Ci, nothing will happen."

A cold light flashed across his eyes, and he sneered inwardly.

I didn’t expect those old foxes to stop sitting still so quickly!

"Yes, I believe you." Song Ci's starlight fell on Huo Muchen, and he raised his head slightly, just in time to see the man's angular jawline.

Because it was indoors, the light was not bright. Song Ci could see that the man's face was shrouded in shadow, with an inexplicable cold air pressure. And as Song Ci finished speaking, the low swirling air flow became deeper and deeper, and his

The ink color is getting thicker and thicker.

Song Ci stood on tiptoes to touch the ends of his eyes, his eyes unable to stop worrying: "I have a way."

"any solution?"

Huo Muchen was thinking in his heart about how to lure people out, or how to eradicate them all!
Chapter completed!