Chapter 182 (1/2)

When Zhou Yingchen heard her words, his eyes became deep. He picked his eyebrows and motioned her to go on.

She looked at the deep eyes, as if to bring her into the sea in his eyes. Her eyes suddenly flashed. She suddenly remembered the man in front of her, what she had done before she entered the Zhou family. She looked at the deep pupil, where there was a piece of black paint, and nothing could be seen.

She looked around and suddenly split her lips. ”Everyone, including you?”

Zhou Xingchen looked into her eyes and saw that the corner of her eyes was suddenly filled with a flash of sadness and silence, as well as a wisp of complex emotions. He suddenly understood how scared and helpless a person who had lost his memory would be to stay in a strange place.

He had a low voice and a smile: ”of course.”?

But when he finished this sentence, he regretted it. He clearly saw the crafty light in Liang Jia's eyes.

She raised her lips, like three or four years ago, when Zhou Xingchen didn't realize that he liked Liang Jia. At that time, she was as angry as she is now, but after a long time, he couldn't see her at that time.

”Since all the people, including you, make a meal for me today. Since you are my husband, of course you know what I like.”

The corner of Zhou Xingchen's mouth, which was full of self-confidence, suddenly stiffened in the same place. Looking at Liang Jia's back, she turned away to find her own room with satisfaction, which made her teeth itch.

But at the thought of the loneliness that had just left in the corner of her eyes, his heart suddenly began to ache.

Although he can not cook many dishes, he is willing to do it for Liang Jia's sake.

The water is very cold in winter. As soon as Zhou Xingchen's hand touched the icy water, it turned red. Frowning, Zhou Xingchen pulled out the green vegetables from the water and put them on the chopping board. Only then did Zhou Xingchen's eyebrows stretch out.

The aunt next to him saw that Zhou Xingchen's hand was red with cold. She came to help him, but Zhou Xingchen held out her hand and declined. Without saying a word, she began to deal with the next ingredients.

He realized that Liang Jia was in the mood of cooking for him every day. At that time, was her hand so red with cold? While he was in Zhou's family, he often found fault with her cooking because of her mother's problems.

But at that time, he clearly knew that once he said it didn't meet his taste, Liang Jia would be punished again.

He squinted and chopped up the dish in his hand, then went to deal with another dish.

Outside the kitchen, there was a person standing. She quietly watched Zhou Xingchen's red hands wash the green vegetables over and over again. She watched him frown and deal with the bloody meat coldly. She watched him refuse his aunt's help and insist on finishing it by himself.

She bit her lip and lowered her eyes, looking at Zhou Xingchen's busy figure in the kitchen. She didn't know what she was thinking.

But Zhou Xingchen did not seem to find her at all. He just bowed his head and was busy. After half an hour, he brought what he had done to the table.

Liang Jia and Liang Ruian have been waiting for him at the dining table for a long time.

His eyes are burning, staring at Liang Jia clip down a chopsticks, see her slowly to his mouth, eyes appear a trace of hope color.

But Liang Jia's face was as usual, as if she didn't see the expectation in Zhou Xingchen's eyes. She chewed the food in her mouth and swallowed it. Her slender white fingers took the glass and drank calmly.