Kill Me, Heal Me

In addition to the hall for guests to dine on the first floor, there was also a small room closed all year round. No one except the restaurant owner was allowed to enter. It was just dawning in the early morning, and the room was hidden, but the man standing in the room was not the restaurant owner, it was another man.

Ethan looked up at the photo wall composed of solid wood frames in the room. There were almost hundreds of photos, like a time machine, recording the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the same person. He raised his head, his deep eyes locked firmly on one of the photos.

In the photo, a girl with a long hair about 13 or 14 years old, wearing a light purple high-waist dress, had a bright eye, a sweet smile, and a slightly raised mouth outlining two sweet pear vortexes. The girl held a big cheese cream cakes with her fine fingers which were still covered with flour and cream. Next to the photo was a short line: On February 15, 2008, learn how to make cheesecake.

He looked away and looked at the other photos. On May 31, 2008, learn Jade Color Vegetable Rolls. On January 21, 2009, learn Fritillary and Almond Cough Mixture. On August 21, 2010, learn Plum and White Fungus Broth. On July 06, 2011, learn Honey Roasted Goose Liver... hundreds of photos, spanning five or six years between dates, from the green and sweet flower monsoon season to the charming cardamom years. Ethan looked stunned, and vaguely, some fragments of the picture seemed to flash in his mind, but he couldn't catch it no matter how he tried.

Behind him, a slight footstep came. Yoyo pushed the door and said slowly, "Does it feel familiar?" Ethan glanced back at him, narrowing his eyes, "How do you plan to explain?" "What? you think I have no choice but to collect so many photos of Belle?"

his tone: "These are photos of her studying cooking with me before. Whenever she finished

caught something vaguely. These dishes...had she ever made them for him? "Remember?" Yoyo walked behind him. Ethan had no words.

seeing the names of these dishes for the first time, some pictures were formed in his mind, but he was not impressed. After Yoyo reminded, those long-lost pictures finally came over. All these dishes were

"Ethan, I made this by myself. You must finish it all!" The girl laughed proudly and loudly, threatening him with a smile: "If you don't eat, I won't do it for you next time." How did

he passed the trash can, he threw it away, and the aroma of food was thrown into the trash can. Behind him

donkey, he would believe that she did it in person. It was impossible for the elder Miss Ye from a big family to make soups. As long as she ordered it, the errand maid can help her do it. Then, pretending it was

he was caught in his thoughts and exhaled. "She's in a bad situation. If you don't want her die, I suggest you don't torture her again." "What do you say that? ?" "This is the last time I persuaded you, believe it or not." Yoyo's face

to ask a few more words, Yoyo had already walked out of the room. There was a voice of customers entering the

yuan, and her face was a little ruddy. "If you have any problems, remember to come to me." Yoyo put her in the car, his eyes were reluctant, but no