Chapter 103 There is a feeling of familiarity

In the study on the other side, Murong Feng was stunned when he looked at the West Lake silverfish soup brought by the nanny.

He hasn't eaten this dish for almost twenty years...

It’s not that I don’t like it, but for some reason, the West Lake Silverfish Soup outside always tastes a little less. After eating it a few times, he never touched it again.

Now he saw that the nanny actually brought a bowl of West Lake silverfish soup. He hesitated for a moment, then looked up and asked the nanny, "Did you ask the new chef to make this soup?"

When the nanny heard the question, she was slightly stunned, then shook her head and said, "When I say to the general, I just said to the little chef. General wants to drink soup, so she responded. After a while, when I go again, she cooked this pot of West Lake Silverfish Soup."

Murong Feng's eyes fell on the West Lake silverfish soup in the bowl. For some reason, he actually felt familiar in the silverfish soup in the bowl.

He reached out his hand, picked up the soup bowl, and delivered it to his mouth. Before he opened his mouth, a faint fragrance had already floated over.

This smell, just smelled, recalled his memory back twenty years ago.

At that time, whenever he came back from the school, Yue'er always prepared a bowl of West Lake silverfish soup, waited for him obediently, then looked at him with a smile and asked him deliberately, "Is it delicious? Is it delicious? Or is it delicious in me, or is it delicious in the chef in the general's mansion?"

At that time, he looked at her, her eyes were shiny, as if there were countless stars inside, and he couldn't help but tease her: "Well... Of course, it's the chef of the General's Mansion..."

Seeing that she was about to hit him with her pink fist, he smiled and was beaten while saying the second half: "Of course, the chef of the General's Mansion is not as good as yours."

In this flash, twenty years have passed.

Murong Feng thought about the past, and couldn't help but feel enlightened until the nanny reminded him again: "Sir, if you don't drink the soup, it will be cold."

"Well..." Murong Feng came back to his senses and glanced at the soup in the spoon, feeling his chest was a little uncomfortable. He lowered his head and took a sip. At that moment, the fragrance seemed to make him in the evening with the gentle breeze, the willows swaying, and the afterglow of the sunset.

"This...this soup..." After Murong Feng tasted it, his hand holding the spoon couldn't help but tremble.

The nanny looked up at him, and as he saw his hands trembling violently, he was shocked and said, "Sir, what's wrong with you, sir!"

Murong Feng put down the soup bowl in his hand, stood up suddenly, walked out of the study and said, "Take me to the kitchen to have a look."

"Yes." The nanny didn't know what was wrong with him, but she didn't dare to delay seeing him in such a hurry. She quickly turned around and walked towards the kitchen with Murong Feng.

When he arrived at the kitchen door, the nanny couldn't help but shouted inside at the top of her throat: "Wanwan, Wanwan, General is here!"

Su Wanwan, who was practicing cooking skills in the kitchen, was startled by the sound, and her hands shook. She originally planned to pour a little salt into it, but she sprinkled it with a large spoon.

Shen Yunjing, who was standing next to Su Wanwan, narrowed his eyes and held the long sword in his hand tightly.
Chapter completed!