Hearing what Achi said, Tunan frowned slightly, her eyes flashed slightly, and she asked Achi again: "I don't remember. What do you mean you don't remember?"

Tunan's mind kept thinking about the girl's expression when she looked at Qingying.

Although her girl... is still a pure and kind-hearted woman who is willing to help others suffer when she is in trouble, how could she look at an innocent person who has been tortured so cruelly with such indifferent eyes?

On the way back, she carried Qing Ying on her horse and watched the girl riding her horse to drive away the broken skins.

A thought lingered in her mind.

Has her girl lost her memory? Or has she lost her heart?

Achi looked at Tunan's appearance, lowered his head and smiled: "I think the girl is doing well now."

Tunan was about to retort, but heard Achi sigh and say:

"It has been seven years, and the girl has never been as happy as she is now."

"Tunan, I know that the girl has asked you to do many things in private. The girl doesn't tell you, and I never ask. But I feel sorry for the girl. Sometimes I even wish that the girl is like Xiahe Cui Jinniang who only puts her eyes on

A mediocre person who is loved by a prosperous and wealthy husband will not live such a hard life. Now that the girl has forgotten what happened in the past, I also know that one day she will remember it, because she is our girl, but now

Before that day, I just want the girl to live a smooth life. This is what God owes our girl."

Tunan still had countless things to say in her heart, but they were silenced by Achi's few words.

Raising his eyes, Tunan saw the long-dead vines on the courtyard wall.

Closing her eyes and sighing, she only responded:

"good."

In the evening, Zhao Surui ate the persimmon cake with bean paste filling made by Tunan as he wished. It was indeed soft and delicious, and it was ten times more enjoyable than eating a persimmon in vain.

"Tu Nan, I heard that I could cook before? So how does my cooking skills compare with yours?"

Eating the third persimmon cake, Zhao Surui asked casually.

Tunan said with a smile: "Miss, don't you remember, my cooking skills were learned by you after reading ancient books and then teaching me. Really speaking, I am just a helper for you."

Zhao Surui lowered his head and looked at the half persimmon cake in his hand.

This... is just a help in the kitchen?

How good is Shen Sanfei's craftsmanship?

"Then what's the most delicious dish I've ever cooked?"

Tunan thought for a while and said: "The shrimp rolls made by the girl are very delicious."

A Chi said on the side: "I prefer the girl's A and B ointment 2."

"Speaking of A and B ointment, the venison that girl made that year was really good."

Even the taciturn Peifeng said very seriously: "The mutton noodle soup made by this girl is excellent."

Ah Chi immediately agreed: "Yes! The mutton noodle soup made by this girl is the best in the world!"

Tunan also nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Surui's face was expressionless, holding a mouthful of persimmon cake in his hand whether he was eating it or not eating it.

He has never heard of shrimp rolls or A-B ointments, so they must be arty practices.

As for venison, Guanglu Temple sells venison every now and then, but it’s just that, how delicious can it be?

The night is quiet and the rain is silent, which is a good time to sleep.

Zhao Surui, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

How delicious is the mutton noodle soup made by Shen Sanfei?


Chapter completed!