The school beauty tortured me physically and mentally, and I was reborn as a licking dog and cut off

Don't let him go. If he wants to leave, he can't leave unless he eats the breakfast she made.

How could anyone threaten others like this?

Is it possible that she took the opportunity to poison him with breakfast?

Ji Lengming found it both weird and funny, but what he blurted out was——

"Can you make breakfast?"

Wen Wan's delicate hands were clasped together, and her starry eyes blinked again and again.

"It should be fine to make some porridge."

Ji Lengming's eyes moved to the kitchen.

Cabinets, stoves, props, chopping boards...everything is brand new, and there is no smoke or smoke in sight. It can be seen that except for cleaning by the housekeeping company, no one has set foot in it at all.

He suspected that this family didn't even have rice.

Wen Wangui is an eldest lady who has no fingers in the spring water. She has always put her hands on clothes and food to open her mouth. Anyway, she has never been to the kitchen in her previous life.

In the past, when he was cooking, she wouldn't even ask her to peel a potato or press a button on the rice cooker, and would even take the opportunity to mock him.

He really didn't think Miss Wen could cook the porridge.

In fact, what Ji Lengming didn't know was that the food he had cooked for Wen Wan for so many years always tasted unique.

After his death, Wen Wan didn't think anything was wrong at first, but one day inexplicably, she began to dislike the food in her mouth and found it difficult to swallow.

She instinctively searched for the taste of the dishes Ji Lengming brought her.

But she traveled all over the country, saw countless local customs, and hired countless domestic and foreign chefs, but she still found nothing.

The taste that only stays in the memory is like a scar that cannot be healed, bleeding, pus, and ulcerating day after day, tortured for life, and never ending well.

Her obsession became stronger day by day, and the fire in her heart grew stronger and stronger. She thought that she was sick, seriously ill.

But she firmly believed that as long as she tasted the food in her memory again, she would be able to recover without medication.

So, one unknown late night, she turned on the kitchen light and glanced at the kitchen utensils that she didn't recognize at all.

She recalled Ji Lengming's busy movements, every word he said, and how he occasionally cast a tender glance at her lazily lying on the sofa in the smoke of fireworks.

It has been many years since he passed away, but the person in her memory has not faded at all. She thought she had forgotten him, but she didn't expect that she remembered him so unbreakably.

The eldest lady who once never touched the spring water began to wash her hands and make soup. In order to restore Ji Lengming's dish, she stayed up for several nights.

Her fingers had been cut by knives countless times, and her delicate white arms had been blistered by hot frying. In order to have a taste of the past, she learned how to use a wok, a frying pan, a stew pot, a soup pot... Know how to use various pots, know the different uses of kitchen knives, bone chopping knives, multi-purpose knives, fruit knives... various knives.

Everything is boring, and only in the small space of the kitchen can you get a moment of freedom.

Only then can I feel...she is alive!

It's a pity that no one knows that the eldest lady of the Wen family is very good at cooking, not even Tongren Wen.

No one has ever tasted the dishes she cooked. Even she herself silently watched the hot dishes slowly turn cold, and finally poured them into the trash can with her own hands.

Wen Wan thought that if she restored the dishes, she would be cured without medicine.

Later, it was discovered that she was already terminally ill and the medicine was ineffective.

What she pursues is never the taste of the food, but the person who cooks it!

Half a lifetime of memories, fleeting.

back to the front.

The vivid Ji Lengming stood in front of her, glancing back and forth at her with uncertain and hesitant eyes.

"how long will it takes?"

He specifically emphasized: "I have something to do. If it takes too long..."

Wen Wan immediately said: "It won't take long. The porridge is already in the pot. I'll just fry a few for rice."

Ji Leng knew it was none of his business, but he still couldn't help it.

Hearing Wen Wan say ‘I can cook’ is even more outrageous than hearing ‘My cat can spin a hula hoop and do a backflip’.

"Can you still cook?"

Wen Wan curled her lips, didn't say anything, and went directly to the kitchen.

Chopping board, kitchen knife, take the vegetables from the refrigerator and wash them, the cutting technique is very good, the side dishes are organized, the cooking heat is controlled in place, the seasoning is too salty and too little, and the seasoning is too light and too light...Every All movements are clean and neat.

Anyone with eyes and brains who sees this scene will not think that the cook is a novice.

Ji Lengming was extremely surprised.

Not only him, but Sun Biao and Zhao Lehu also shouted "fuck" in surprise.

"I didn't expect Miss Wen to have such a hobby. Who said a rich girl doesn't know how to make money? Next time I hear that, I'll slap him with a big mouth!"

"My eyes have been opened. I have to say that the richer you are, the weirder your hobbies are. I'm not lying!"

Both Zhao and Sun thought cooking was Wenwan's hobby, but only Ji Lengming knew clearly that Wenwan could not have such a hobby.

Both she and he were reborn. Such cooking skills cannot be acquired in a short period of time. Only after more than ten years of practice can one become so fluent.

In other words, cooking skills were developed in a previous life.

But why did Wenwan learn this?

A person who didn't even want to touch the stove before suddenly knew how to cook... Did he learn it from Ji Heng?

When Ji Lengming thought of this possibility, his heart felt as if something heavy had been pressed upon him, and evil fire burst out.

It took him a lot of effort to control himself, and kept telling himself that this woman had nothing to do with him anymore.

Whoever she learns to cook for is her freedom.

He had repaid her great kindness with his life, and her past had nothing to do with him!

"Boss, what's wrong with you? Your face suddenly becomes so ugly?"

"Did you not sleep well?"

The voices of Sun Biao and Zhao Lehu pulled Ji Lengming out of his cold thoughts.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that his fists were clenched tightly and his eyes were scarlet, and he didn't have any composure at all.

He pushed away the two people in front of him.

"I am fine."

"I'm going to wash my face."

With that said, he walked to the bathroom.

Wen Wan brought the dishes to the table and saw that Ji Lengming's expression was wrong and he stared at Sun Biao and the others.

"Did you just mess with him?"

Sun Biao: "How is that possible? Something suddenly went wrong!"

Wen Wan wiped her hands with a handkerchief: "I'll go take a look!"

In the bathroom, Ji Lengming faced the mirror and wet his face with cold water.

There was a bit of movement when Wen Wan opened the door and came in, which startled him.

"Won't knock on the door?"

Wen Wan banged the door twice symbolically: "Okay, I've knocked!"

Then he closed the door.

Ji Lengming: "Why should you close the door properly?"

Wen Wan's back was pressed against the door panel, her hands were folded, and a strand of black and shiny hair fell to her chest. She had a stunning appearance and a lonely temperament.

But the floral apron she wears and the faint smell of cooking add a touch of life to her.

She looked at him seriously.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

Ji Lengming lowered his head, not wanting to look at her because of a guilty conscience or some conflict.

Taking a deep breath, he managed to control himself and turned off the faucet.

Fu raised his head and spoke in a relatively calm tone.

"I drank too much last night and felt a little uncomfortable."

Wen Wan carefully discerned his micro-expressions.

It's a pity that this man has a dead face and is very good at hiding his emotions, so she really can't see anything.

"that's it?"

Ji Lengming: "Otherwise?"

Wen Wan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"Let's eat then!"

It's okay not to mention eating. When Ji Lengming mentions this word, all kinds of irrelevant things will pop up in Ji Lengming's mind.

General anger.

"I'm not hungry!"

Wenwan can pamper him in all kinds of things, big or small, but she doesn't want to make fun of his health.

After drinking so much wine, getting up so early, and not eating anything, you are going to become an immortal!

"Not being hungry is no excuse!"

With that said, there was absolutely no room for rejection. He took Ji Lengming's arm with one hand, opened the bathroom door with the other hand, and forcibly dragged him out.

Wen Wan was strong, and Ji Lengming was also strong, but he was in a trance and was dragged away before he could react.

"I will walk by myself, don't hold me back!"

"If I don't pull you, you will never take another step forward!"

"The legs are on me, it's up to me whether you want to leave or not!"

"Ha! The door is in my house, and the key is in my hand. Whether it can be opened or not is up to you!"

"Wen Wan, can you please be reasonable!"

"I'll be reasonable after breakfast, but I don't have time now!"

After dragging and pulling all the way, Wen Wan spent a lot of effort to drag this awkward ghost who had a stubborn temper for some reason to the dining table.

Haven't sat down yet.

Suddenly, a familiar fragrance wafted through my nose.

Such a smell made Ji Lengming's brain go blank.

He quickly lowered his head to look at the dining table.

There was only one dish placed steadily on the table.

The dishes were not exquisite, they were sizzling hot, they had obviously just come out of the pan, and they were so rough that they couldn't even compare with the color of the food stalls.

But Ji Lengming's eyes gradually turned red.

But that was the dish his mother used to make during his childhood in a previous life.

When Ji Lengming was young, his family was poor and could not afford lean meat, so he could only buy pork suet and cook it with oil residue. Therefore, many of the dishes his mother cooked were mixed with oil residue.

Later, his mother died of illness, leaving Ji Lengming to live alone, in darkness and helplessness.

Every time he was lonely and difficult, he seemed to taste the legacy of his mother, which became his only source of happiness.

Wen Wan disdains eating such food that is only suitable for the poor.

She tasted it once just out of curiosity, but quickly spat it out. She even rinsed her mouth and brushed her teeth, as if the taste would make her dirty.

But now, a dish in memory, a dish that Wen Wan once despised, appears on a luxurious and extravagant dining table where it should not exist.