The fragrance is rolling and it is coming to your nose. .

The steaming white and hot air rose from the dish, making it extremely misty, covering people's eyes.

Yang Meiji was slightly stunned as she smelled the fragrance. Her pupils shrank slightly, her mouth slightly opened, and her pores all over her body were stretched.

“What a familiar taste…”

Yang Meiji smelled this smell and before she could eat it, her eyes turned red. This smell had not appeared in her heart for a long time. She almost forgot the memory hidden deep in her mind.

This smell... made her sink.

"Old Yang, try the braised pork you ordered, and cooked it with special techniques today." Bu Fang pulled open a chair, sat in his seat, raised his eyes, let out a light breath, and said.

Yang Meiji returned to her mind, and she picked up the chopsticks tremblingly. Looking at the braised pork that was rosy and seemed to be reflecting light, she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

The chopsticks grabbed the braised pork, and the meat was slightly compact. With this clip, a red oil juice overflowed from it and flowed down.

This familiar texture... Yang Meiji's heart became more and more trembling.

Pick up the braised pork and put it into your mouth. The closer you get to your mouth, the more you feel a little nervous.

She was afraid that as soon as she sipped, she would conflict with the smell in her memory, which would burn her expectations.

However, the result is exactly the opposite.

A bite of braised pork is stuffed into the mouth. When the teeth bite down, the teeth bite the tender spirit beast flesh. The slight soft feeling makes the pores tighten at this moment.

This feels very wonderful, and the taste is very familiar!

Yang Meiji was eating, eating... Crystal tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.

Yang Meiji was slightly stunned and touched her face. At some point, she was already crying.

The taste in memory overlaps with the taste of this braised pork.

The smell that had been hidden deep in my memory was completely churned out and permeated Yang Meiji's mouth.

And Yang Meiji was deeply wrapped in the memory.

...

A snowy day.

A stout little girl was angry and ran back from outside. She squinted her eyes, her face slightly red from the heavy snow, and spots appeared.

The hair is floating, and the big eyes are rolling.

Yunlan Restaurant stands in the wind and snow, with heavy snow outside the house and steaming inside the house.

The aroma filled the restaurant, and diners sat on the table, with each smiling face. While talking, they picked up dishes with chopsticks and stuffed them into their mouths.

Oil splashed everywhere and the heat came to the sky.

The hot feeling made the little girl slightly stunned, her mouth widened, and she showed a knowing smile.

The kitchen curtain was lifted open, and a burly figure walked out of the kitchen. She was wearing a slightly greasy dress. After wiping off the water stains in her hands, the burly man looked at the girl with a smile.

The girl opened her eyes and ran towards the burly man.

He rushed to the man and hugged the burly man's thigh.

Although the man looked rough, he carefully sorted out his messy hair for the little girl. After rubbing the latter's head, he turned around and entered the kitchen.

After a while, the kitchen curtain was lifted up again, and the fragrance came to my nose.

The burly man was holding a plate of braised pork, steaming hot, making the little girl almost look at it.

After finding a seat to sit down, the little girl clumsyly took the chopsticks and started picking up the braised pork and stuffing it into her mouth, which made her mouth full of greasy.

The little girl was filled with joy. She stretched out her sleeves and smeared it on her mouth. The red oil sauce was smeared, making the little girl seem to have turned into a little cat.

In the distance, the burly man smiled softly, watched the little girl happily eating braised pork, lifted the curtain, and crawled into the kitchen again.

The little girl tilted her head and watched the burly man enter the kitchen. She smiled happily and continued to deal with the braised pork.

Open your mouth wide and a piece of meat is stuffed into your mouth.

...

Yang Meiji cried in a panic, while eating meat, and tears as big as beans kept rolling down.

The memories in her heart almost completely overwhelmed Yang Meiji. That feeling made her feel as if her heart was being pulled up, and she was so sad that she wanted to cry loudly.

Bu Fang sat opposite him and looked at Yang Meiji silently. He didn't say anything, nor did he want to speak.

I just sighed quite emotionally. No wonder this woman grows so strong. She can’t grow fat if she eats meat every day!

This is a woman with a story!

Bu Fang raised his hand, white and slender, and the light of the sunset made his palm seem to have a layer of red light.

Looking at his hand, Bu Fang raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

This is a magical pair of hands that can cook touching food.

The magic of food is that it not only satisfies people's desires, but also meets people's spiritual and emotional needs.

Some of the foods and dishes in memory are almost impossible to reproduce. The taste deep in memory is difficult to eat for the second time in your life.

Sometimes, when emotions and food are mixed together, it makes people feel even more uncontrollable.

Bu Fang specially cooked braised pork with special and simple techniques today because he knew that Yang Meiji's memory should have a memory of braised pork.

According to what Yang Meiji himself said, the original owner of Yunlan Restaurant, who is Yang Meiji's father, is a good at cooking braised pork, and braised pork has always been a signature dish of Yunlan Restaurant.

So Buman specially used a simple recipe to cook the home-cooked dishes.

Although it may be a bit different from the braised pork cooked by Yang Meiji's father.

But this gap only takes a little memory to make up.

"Why is this feeling so familiar! It looks like my father's taste..." Yang Meiji rubbed her tears, stuffed the last piece of braised pork on the plate into her mouth, and sobbed.

She looked at Bu Fang, her eyes very emotional and sad.

Although it looks like it, it is not.

His father was dead, and the smell in his memory had completely disappeared.

"This is just a simple braised pork. I don't know what your father's braised pork tastes." Bu Fang looked at Yang Meiji and said lightly.

Yang Meiji raised her head and frowned.

"But... it tastes really similar."

"This is the charm of food. Do you think it's magical?" Bu Fang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said.

After licking the sauce on the plate, Yang Meiji raised her head, looked at Bu Fang with her big fist, and nodded seriously.

"magic!"

Bu Fang raised his eyebrows and pulled the corner of his mouth again.

"Since it's so magical and since the food is so charming, do you want to learn? Do you want to eat this delicious food that will make you remember every day in the future?"

Yang Meiji was stunned.

Xiao You, who was swaying with white and long legs on the Netherworld Boat, was also stunned.

Xiao Ba, who was flapping his wings and walking around with chicken legs on the ground, also raised his head.

"You mean to let me learn to cook?" Yang Meiji stared at Bu Fang incredibly.

My God, how could Bu Fang have such an idea?

Yang Meiji was extremely amazed.

Yang Meiji knows her level. Even a portion of fried rice with eggs is not good, so how can she cook real food for others?

If she really learns cooking, she will be afraid that the customers who are not easy to manage in Yunlan Restaurant will be scared away.

It is really rare that Yunlan Restaurant can redevelop to a level that is even more brilliant than before.

So after hearing Bu Fang's words, Yang Meiji just waved her hands quickly, and looked panicked, saying, "I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it, I won't learn!"

Bu Fang let out a breath, lie down on the chair, looking directly at Yang Meiji, who was full of panic on his face.

"Don't you want to cook this deliciousness yourself? This deliciousness that you miss, this taste that belongs to your father?"

Yang Meiji was slightly stunned after hearing Bu Fang's words.

A tangled look appeared on his face again.

Yes, Yunlan Restaurant should have been inherited by her...

"But I want to use my abilities and work hard to do something for Tianlan City, and all I can do... can only be alchemy." Yang Meiji said.

She has a strong talent in alchemy. If she really wants to shine and heat, alchemy is her best way out.

However, now Tianlan City has become the main city of Dan Mansion and is the place where all alchemy masters gather.

Yang Meiji's alchemy can no longer shine among these masters.

Bu Fang didn't know this, but Bu Fang was not panicked at all.
To be continued...