The old man lost his memory again

After hearing what Prince Shun said, Wen Lan picked it up and took a sip, smiling softly, "It's really good tea."

Prince Shun quickly took his mouth and said: "But it's not as good as the tea that just arrived in the palace these two days. If Wen Lan is free, why not go to the palace and have a drink?"

Wen Lan loves tea tasting, so Prince Shun often invites Wen Lan to be a guest in the name of tea tasting. Wen Lan couldn't refuse, and turned to look at the young prince: "In that case, why don't you go together?"

The little prince was not interested, he was in a hurry to eat, and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, I have other things, so I won't disturb myna's interest."

The ferocious gaze that seemed to be cutting off his head softened a little after hearing this.

Wen Lan regretted, "That's really a pity."

After he finished speaking, he paused, as if he just remembered: "By the way, Lord An, the villain heard on the way to the mansion that there seemed to be fighting sounds in the mansion at noon. Is this what you just said?"

The little prince secretly glanced at Prince Shun, and sure enough, he saw that his face was flushed and he was staring at him, as if if he said one more thing that shouldn't be said, he would immediately transform into a tiger and pounce on him with bared teeth and claws.

The little prince is not a timid person, but this is their family matter, and it is useless to tell an outsider. He opened his mouth, but for some reason, he opened his mouth and said, "It's okay, someone fell in last night, and his brain is broken." It was broken, and there was a lot of trouble today, but now it has calmed down."

"So that's it, breaking your brain is..."

The little prince replied obediently: "It's just amnesia!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden commotion outside, Chuntao's voice came from outside: "Don't go in, the prince and Prince Shun are talking in the room!"

But it didn't stop him at all, the door was knocked open with a bang, and a man walking on tiptoe crashed in.

The assassin staggered a few steps before barely stopping. While arranging his clothes, he adjusted his expression, his eyes swept across the room with his movements, and casually passed Wen Lan's face, glared at Prince Shun, and then fell on the little prince .

The assassin's heart trembled.

The little prince was eating snacks, pinching the chopsticks with thin white fingers, and slowly picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, there was a small hole in the cake, the little prince had a little white flour on his thin lips, he slowly raised his head when he heard the voice, He softly asked, "Did you have something to do with me?"

Although the assassin said that he lost his memory, he still lacked a little bit. He clearly knew that he was not a person of this era at all.

He only remembered that he went to buy a necklace, and just when he went out of the store to pick up his car, he came face to face with a car running a red light, and then saw the little prince.

When he was lying on the bed, he asked a guard to find out who this Prince An was, and he felt a sudden fear. Fortunately, when he woke up, he saw that Prince An was bouncing around, otherwise, even if he had ten lives, he would die. Compensation is not enough.

So I thought about it clearly, even though I still don't know what my identity is, but at the moment, it is natural that the farther away from Prince An, the better.

As a result, he was shaken as soon as he heard the little prince's voice.

Knowing that he was the assassin who came to assassinate the young prince, the young prince even invited a doctor to treat his foot injury. The young prince is really kind-hearted.

Prince Shun next to him was upset: "Hey, I want to ask you something!"

He came back to his senses with a jolt, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, his befuddled mind became hot, and he thought: this time someone sent him to assassinate the little prince, doesn't that mean that someone intends to kill the little prince to silence him?If that person knew that he hadn't succeeded, he would definitely send another person over.

He said: "My lord, I really have something to report to my lord when I come here."

The little prince put down his chopsticks, leaned forward slightly, rested his chin on the table to look at him, and raised his nose slightly: "Huh?"

The assassin raised his head and met the innocent and innocent eyes of the little prince, thinking of all kinds of possibilities in his mind, his heart was in a mess for a moment.

The little prince was a little flustered by his look, his little face was slightly flushed: "Why are you looking for me?"

The assassin gritted his teeth, knelt down in front of the little prince, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for saving your life, I can't repay you, I'm willing to follow the prince and protect him!"

The little prince's eyes widened in shock, and the room was silent for a while.

The assassin only stared into the little prince's eyes, but couldn't help being distracted to feel other people's eyes,

Assassin has been extremely sensitive to other people's eyes since he was a child, and he can immediately feel the emotions when others look at him.

Surprise, disgust, ridicule, and anger all swept towards him like sea water.

Wait... angry?

The assassin frowned, and before he had time to pay attention to which direction the gaze was coming from, he heard the little prince laughing from above his head.

He quickly came back to his senses, his eyes met, everything was quiet, his surroundings quickly faded into a background board, the sky and the earth turned to ashes, the world was lifeless, and only the people in front of him remained.

The little prince started to laugh and swayed back and forth: "There are so many guards in my house, do you think I'm short of people?"

The assassin added weight: "My lord, no one else in the mansion can compare to me." If he could beat me, would you let me run away last night?

The little prince muttered in a low voice: "There are not many who can turn themselves over and lose their memory like you."

The assassin only felt an arrow hit his knee, swallowed a mouthful of blood with difficulty, glanced at the food on the table, and rolled his eyes: "I can also do some cooking, I guarantee that the prince has never eaten!"

These words were mentioned casually, but the little prince's eyes lit up, and he became excited visibly: "Will it taste better than roasted sweet potatoes?"

Assassin: "What is roasted sweet potato? Have you ever eaten hot and sour noodles? Have you ever eaten cold skin? Have you ever eaten cake? Small octopus balls, seaweed rice balls, crystal meat buns, Chongqing noodles, hot pot fried chicken, burgers and French fries, pancakes and fruit barbecue Chuanzi..."

Seeing that he could barely sit still, the assassin suppressed a smile and dragged out the tone, and then pretended to be serious: "I only do it for my master."

The little prince was so moved that tears almost flowed from the corner of his mouth, he rushed down, grabbed the assassin's hand and ran to the kitchen: "From now on, you will be my personal guard, and all the kitchens in this mansion will be yours!"

The little prince was really hungry. He was embarrassed to eat in front of outsiders just now, but now he was dizzy from hunger. The assassin had no choice but to pour him tea and a plate of snacks to cushion his stomach first, then rolled up his sleeves, Go to the kitchen counter to pick ingredients.

On weekdays, in order to take care of the little prince's body, the cooks in the house cook all kinds of ingredients in a meticulous manner. They don't prepare many ingredients, and the ones they take are fresh and high-quality. Fortunately, the ingredients are complete, and they have everything they should have.

First, wash and dice green onions, sweet potatoes, potatoes, peas, radishes, etc., wash a bowl of rice and set aside, heat the pan with oil, and when the oil temperature rises, add shallots to taste, then add potatoes, sweet potatoes, and peas in turn , Stir-fry diced radish, add a little salt and stir-fry again for a while, then add rice and water that covers about one finger width of the rice noodles, put the lid on and stew the rice.

Then I processed two eggs to make tomato and egg soup, turned around and took off the lid, added a spoonful of prepared sauce to the rice, stir-fried evenly, then put the lid on and simmered.

Due to insufficient preparation, the assassin only made a few quick dishes, and finally adjusted some sauces, took a few pieces of meat and put them aside in a small bucket to marinate.

The stewed rice is mixed with the aroma of various ingredients, and the color of the oily rice is more bright. It is served with a bowl of egg soup, fried pork with green peppers, sweet and sour pork ribs, and the thick soup drips slowly from the meat end to the On the plate, one bite is full of juice, and you can't wait to take a bite and eat all the bones in your stomach.

The little prince had a big appetite, and he ate two bowls of rice, and he ate himself up, clutching his stomach and groaning as he lay dying on the chair.

The assassin was quite frightened, so he quickly patted him down: "My lord, let me ask the doctor to come over to show you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

The little prince half-closed his eyes, and was about to fall asleep comfortably. He limply opened a slit in his eyes, looked at the assassin in a daze, and asked, "You, what's your name?"

The assassin thought for a while and said, "My name is Dalabumba."

The little prince didn't know that it was a stalk, so he nodded seriously, then retracted into his arms half-closed, muttering in his sleep: "Dala Bengba, I want... I want to eat another bowl...Okay, okay eat……"

The assassin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the little prince in his arms swayed back and forth, found a comfortable sleeping position after a long while, and fell asleep happily, the scent of the freshly bath mixed with the smell of rice rushed into his nostrils, and the assassin could smell it I was distracted, thinking that I just lied to the little prince that his name was Dalabengba.

It was only on a whim just now, and at this moment, he didn't know which muscle was wrong, so he wished to do it all over again, and introduce himself solemnly and properly again.

It's a pity that the little prince had already slept soundly, Ren Assassin repeated his name An Qihe in his ear many times, but it was regarded as a noise, and he slept until dark.

The moon climbed to the tall treetops, weaving a shadow of the cool river.

The little prince opened his eyes, rubbed his empty stomach, and frowned sadly.

He just had a dream, dreaming that he suddenly ran to a strange place, with strange boxes everywhere, a man asked him: "Do you need help? Where do you want to go? Why do you keep holding your belly? Is it because you are hungry?"

His mind was turning slowly, and he didn't know how to answer so many questions at all. He just felt in a daze that he was hungry, and the food that An Qihe said flashed through his mind, and he didn't remember much, so he spit out a "Chicken Fries".

The man laughed softly. He was going to point him in the right direction, but seeing the little prince looked confused, he kindly led him into the shop of a certain white-haired grandfather, and ordered him a piece of fried chicken. fries.

The young prince couldn't remember clearly what happened afterwards, he only felt that the man spoke very gently, but his voice became farther and farther away from him, perhaps because he was so absorbed in eating that he didn't pay attention, and then woke up.

The little prince looked at the top of the bed and smacked his lips.

how to say?The fried chicken and chips in my dream taste so weird.

It's strange...it's delicious.