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?"

not as relaxed as his tone: "These are photos of her studying cooking with me before. Whenever she finished a dish, she would leave a photo as a commemoration. After the photos became more and more, I used this small room

looked at each photo again, and finally caught something vaguely. These dishes...had

was not impressed. After Yoyo reminded, those long-lost pictures finally came over. All these dishes were actually made for him by her.

brightly colored heat preservation box in his hand, which was warm in his palm. "Ethan, I made this by myself. You

threw it away, and the aroma of food was thrown into the trash can. Behind him came the angry voice of the girl. He just felt

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 from her hands, wasn’t this Belle's usual trick? At that time, in addition to

"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

Yoyo had already walked out of the room. There was a voice of customers entering the restaurant and ordering food. Yoyo was busy greeting the guests and did not appear

to him, Yoyo was about to speak, but saying nothing. Belle smiled, maybe for she saw her old friend, and maybe for she got the 10 million yuan, and her face was a little ruddy. "If you have any problems, remember to come to me." Yoyo put her in the car,