I was reborn with amnesia and was picked up by Lao Gong

It was night, and the Fengyue Hall was pitch black, with only a single candle light flickering.Ning Cheng remembered that on the next day, Feng Shu arranged a meeting between the civil judge and the military envoy, and after Feng Shu had dinner, he forcefully asked the other party to rest.

Under Ning Cheng's supervision, although Feng Shu was a little helpless, he still sent a message to Yue An first, and after informing him to discuss another day, he lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.

Today when encircling and suppressing the spirit monsters, the guards consumed a lot of energy and magic power, and because Feng Shu had to preside over the meeting, the Discipline Palace will be closed for a day tomorrow, and only the Gu Palace guards need to go to the yamen.

Therefore, Ning Cheng was not in a hurry to fall asleep.He sits on the edge of the bed.Staring at Feng Shu's sleeping face, his thoughts gradually calmed down.

Ever since he read Xiayun's memories, he has been suspicious of Feng Shu, and has tried to speak out from time to time.

However, over the past half month, Feng Shu, apart from being a little unusual on the night when he destroyed the commoner doll, did not reveal any doubts afterwards, and cared for Ning Cheng as usual.

The better he treats Ning Cheng, the more guilty Ning Cheng feels, he feels that he is making trouble for no reason at all, for the sake of a memory that seems like a dream, to doubt Feng Shu, who has always been gentle and upright.

Before today, Ning Cheng had never thought that Feng Shu, like himself, was an ordinary person who would be injured, bleed, and die overnight due to accidents at any time.

The image of Wen Ping being superior is deeply ingrained in his heart.What's more, Feng Shu usually has a look of ease, always taking care of others, and has never shown his vulnerable side like today.

Under the illumination of the candlelight, Ning Cheng caressed Feng Shu's hand, and pressed his other hand to his heart.

It was throbbing violently, with an indescribable warmth spreading throughout his body.

"I believe you."

He looked at Feng Shu with determination written in his eyes.

Yeah, even if that memory is real, it's from 300 years ago.

Who cares what palace master he is, even if Fengyan really dies and comes back to life, what does it have to do with me?

Ning Cheng let go of Feng Shu's hand, and gently moved it under the quilt.He stood up, picked up the incense burner in front of the desk, put it on the low table beside the bed, warmed a hand burner, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

He thought about preparing breakfast for Feng Shu, so he quietly slipped out of Fengyue Hall and went to the fire stove.

Although it is late at night, there are still several imperial cooks in the fire stove.Ning Cheng first greeted the imperial chefs, and then began to humbly ask for advice.

"Several masters, may I ask if there are any dishes that can serve as breakfast and warm up people who don't eat spicy food?"

The royal chefs looked at each other, and one of the younger ones rolled his eyes and asked, "My lord, tomorrow's breakfast dish is wontons in sour soup, and the ingredients have been prepared. If you want to make it, I can help you."

Ning Cheng said, "Wonton?"

He remembered that Feng Shu had made wonton soup a few times before, and said, "Okay, then I'll leave it to you. Ning is not a grown-up, so you can just call me Brother Ning."

The little imperial chef smiled apologetically, "Don't dare, I'll go and prepare the dough and meat stuffing for the adults."

Seeing that the other party refused to change his words, Ning Cheng nodded and said, "Thank you."

While waiting, he watched the figures of the royal chefs running around, feeling a little embarrassed, so he stepped forward to help pass a bowl, cut a piece of ginger or something.

The imperial chefs were a little panicked at first, but seeing Ning Cheng's calm expression, they gradually became less nervous.

After everything was ready, Ning Cheng followed Little Yuchu's action and put the wonton wrapper in the palm of his hand, then picked up the meat filling with chopsticks, put it in the center of the wonton wrapper, and then kneaded the dough into a lotus shape.

However, this seemingly simple step is very difficult in practice——

"Ah, it's broken again. Master, isn't your dough too thin?" Ning Cheng put aside the tenth wonton that failed to wrap, and couldn't help asking.

"This...wontons are all about thin skins and big fillings, so that they will taste fresh and chewy. My lord, why don't I teach you another way to wrap them?"

Ning Cheng said, "Okay, then I will trouble you."

The little imperial chef nodded hurriedly, picked up the meat stuffing and put it into the dough, then pressed it with chopsticks, and pinched the wonton skin towards the center with his fingers.

"This is the simplest and most relaxing method of wrapping, please try it."

Ning Cheng looked at the wonton in the shape of a sachet, nodded slightly, and wrapped the dough in the way of the little imperial chef.

Seeing a small wonton take shape, he suppressed his excitement and carefully put it into the boiling water.

"My lord, you..."

The little royal chef yelled softly.Ning Cheng stepped in without knowing, and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

As soon as he finished asking, he saw the wonton that he dropped just now opened his mouth, and the meat inside was separated from the dough and scattered finely in the soup.

"My lord, it's okay. It's your first time doing it. If you add a few more experience points, the result will be different."

The old imperial chef on the side comforted him kindly, picked up the failed product, and poured it into the wooden basin where the broken bones were placed.

"Okay, then I will borrow your old auspicious words."

Ning Cheng smiled, and stretched out his hand to those pastries.He was careful this time, and carefully pinched the dough tightly with chopsticks to ensure that the dough was tightly wrapped everywhere.

By the time he made the tenth wonton, it was already close to the opening time of the dining hall.The imperial chefs quickly wrapped the wontons, and at the same time they wrapped them, they threw the wontons into a large pot.

After Ning Cheng received the double affirmation from the old imperial chef and the young imperial chef, he carefully put the wontons he made into the small iron pot.

Seeing those wontons jumping happily in the boiling water, Ning Cheng left the stove full of confidence to prepare the sour soup base.

This kind of work that only needs to mix the materials together, he doesn't need other people's guidance.

However, when he prepared the bottom ingredients and turned around to look back, he saw an imperial chef scoop up the wontons from the pot and pour them into a familiar wooden basin.

"I've said it a few times, you need to be careful when cooking in the palace. Who made these wontons? It's fine if they are different in size, but they are so ugly, how can they be in the hall of elegance?"

The imperial cook had a goatee and folded his hands, looking majestic.

Ning Cheng looked at the wontons lying on the broken bones, all of them were intact, but mixed with the leftovers, I'm afraid they couldn't eat it...

"Old Gao, even if you have the most senior qualifications, you can't waste food like this. What's more, this is made by the nobles of Fengyue Palace."

The little royal chef flirted with the back of his neck and said so.The imperial chefs on the side stopped their work one after another, looking like a catastrophe was imminent.

"Your honor? What honor?"

The goatee snorted, glanced at Ning Cheng inadvertently, and then his expression became stiff.

"You, you are Lord Fengjuan..."

"Master, what you taught is that I will make a new one."

Ning Cheng didn't want to embarrass the royal chefs, so he smiled and waved his hands, pretending not to care.

However, when he turned his head to look for the ingredients for making wontons, he found that the meat soup had been used up, and there was not even a single dough left.

what to do?Do you want to re-knead the dough?

Listening to the faint crowing of roosters, Ning Cheng knew that it was already time, and Feng Shu usually got up at this time, and would rush to the stove room soon.

——It’s too late to redo it.

So, Ning Cheng quickly made a decision, first wash the rice and put it in the pot, then throw all the ingredients he could find into the iron pot and stir.

Finally, he poured the contents of the pot into a bowl, and after thinking for a while, poured the sour soup base.

"It smells so good! My lord, what are you cooking?" The little imperial chef was worried that Ning Cheng would be unhappy, so he stepped forward to ask a little flatteringly.

"do not know."

Just now, in a hurry, he threw a lot of things into the pot.Among them, the most seem to be rice and beans...

"That's right, my lord can make this bowl in an instant, umh, Laba porridge, which shows that you have superb cooking skills and profound skills."

The goatee also leaned forward and said so.

Ning Cheng glanced at the bowl of colorful rice porridge, and asked uncertainly, "Is this porridge the same as Laba porridge?"

Originally, he wanted to prepare something other than porridge to surprise Feng Shu, but what he finally made was a bowl of... sour soup bean porridge?

"Of course. My lord, are you going to bring the porridge back to Fengyue Hall? The food box and chopsticks and spoons are already prepared, plus a bowl of wontons. This will be your breakfast, my lord."

Hearing this, Ning Cheng realized that he was so focused on making breakfast for Feng Shu that he actually forgot his portion.

After thanking the imperial cooks, he put the bowl of porridge into the food box, and then walked towards Fengyue Hall under the first dawn light.

From afar, Ning Cheng saw Feng Shu fully dressed, stepping out of the hall in a panic.

"Fengshu, here it is!"

Ning Cheng waved to Feng Shu, but the latter stopped and looked over at him.

Seeing Ning Cheng, Feng Shu's face showed a hint of astonishment, but he quickly smiled and asked, "Brother Ning, where did you go so early in the morning?"

Ning Cheng raised the food box in his hand, and said, "I just went to the fire stove room. You can rest a little longer today, go in and have breakfast."

Feng Shu glanced at the food box, and said: "I have some urgent matters, I have to go to Liyang Hall. Brother Ning, eat first, I will be back in a while."

Ning Cheng said, "Liyang Hall? It's only three quarters of the hour, the palace master didn't get up that early, did he?"

Feng Shu said: "No, but..."

Ning Cheng stepped forward and said, "Okay, tell me the truth, are you going to go out of the palace to find the moon sentence? The night patrol is really that important and cannot be delayed?"

Feng Shu said: "It's not that important, but..."

Ning Cheng said: "Aren't you going to hold a meeting later? But it's half an hour later, and it's not too late to discuss with Yue Pan at that time."

Feng Shu hesitated for a moment, then said: "Brother Ning, you got up so early, do you want to prepare breakfast?"

Ning Cheng was embarrassed to say that he hadn't slept all night, so he said, "Yeah, but I only made a bowl of porridge. The fire stove room made wontons, and I brought a bowl. You can choose one to eat."

"Brother Ning cooks the porridge, of course I want to join in."

Feng Shu took the food box with a smile, and walked into the hall.Ning Cheng followed into the hall and sat down at the red sandalwood table.

"This porridge..."

After opening the food box, Feng Shu stared at the messy bowl of porridge inside, his expression became weird.

Seeing this, Ning Cheng scratched the back of his neck embarrassingly, and said, "Feng Shu, don't force yourself. There is still a bowl of wontons below, just eat that bowl."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to exchange the porridge bowl, but was blocked by Feng Shu.

"I didn't force it, I just felt... I missed it."

Feng Shu suppressed his slightly absent-minded expression, carefully picked up the porridge bowl, and then brought the wonton underneath to Ning Cheng.

"Back then, the first bowl of porridge you made for me was also made of millet mixed with beans. I remember that there were black beans, red beans, lotus seeds, and peanuts in it..."

Ning Cheng said: "Feng Shu, did you remember wrongly? I cooked porridge with sliced ​​lotus root, and didn't put beans in it."

Feng Shu was taken aback, and said: "I remember correctly, it is indeed—"

He paused abruptly, and said, "I misremembered. This porridge smells delicious, what's in it?"

Ning Cheng rubbed the back of his neck, a little embarrassed: "I just put a few ingredients randomly, and poured the sour soup base of wontons... Wait, I forgot to add seasoning!"

Just now he was in a hurry and forgot to put salt in the porridge.

Feng Shu took a spoonful of porridge and drank it, and said, "Brother Ning, don't panic. The ingredients in this porridge are very tasty, if seasoning is added, it will be superfluous."

Ning Cheng was dubious: "Really? Then let me have a taste?"

Feng Shu moved the porridge bowl away and said, "Brother Ning, you made this porridge for me."

"It's for you. I just want to taste it and see how it tastes."

Ning Cheng reached out for the spoon, but was blocked by Feng Shu holding the chopsticks: "Brother Ning still has a bowl of wontons? If you don't eat any more, it will be cold."

Ning Cheng pursed his lips and said, "Feng Shu, you're doing this again. I don't want to fight with you, so I just have a bite, can't I?"

Feng Shu said: "No."

How unpalatable it is, you have to hide it like this!Or, that porridge is really delicious, and you can't even bear to give up a bite?

Seeing that Fengshu was delicious, Ning Cheng didn't argue any further.After finishing his bowl of wontons and doing a simple wash, he watched Feng Shu go out the door.

The author has something to say:

This chapter can be regarded as a little happy episode, after all, unconsciously, it seems that the more I write, the more bitter and bitter I am...

Ning Cheng himself is a somewhat contradictory person, with a lot of inner activities.Some judges may find it strange, why Ning Cheng suddenly changed his temper just after looking at Xia Yun's memory, became suspicious of Feng Shu, and spoke with barbs?

Let me explain here, Ning Cheng reviewed Xiayun's memory once by using personal experience, not just watching the screen clips.

At the moment when he experienced it, he really felt Xiayun's pain and psychological changes, and the feeling was naturally more profound.

When he just woke up, Ning Cheng couldn't even tell who he was, and Feng Shu and Feng Yan were five or six points similar in appearance, so the sense of déjà vu was still very strong.

In addition, when Ning Cheng is emotionally unstable, he will become more harsh (such as using honorific titles when angry, sour words when jealous, etc.);

As mentioned before, after the Ning family tragedy, Ning Cheng no longer trusts people easily, except for Feng Shu.

The current situation is that he discovered that this exception may not be an exception (in human terms);

If you find it difficult to understand, the judges can imagine that you have been reborn, and one day, you suddenly find that your closest friend/girlfriend/confidant/lover may be the person who killed you in the previous life.No matter how good the friendship between you two is, there should be some estrangement.

(This is just an analogy, it does not mean that Ning Cheng is the reincarnation of Xia Yun)

Thanks again to the judges, you have worked hard along the way!

P/s:

By the way, when I finished writing this chapter, I realized that today happens to be the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and I was pleasantly surprised.