The Prince's Little Chef Loves to Cook

Steady wife-loving prince and tough little chef boy Shen Yundan clearly remembered the instrument that stopped beating in the modern ward, and the last look Gu Yanchen gave him. When he traveled to this ancient village, he thought it was a hallucination after death, until the monthly bone-gnawing fever came as expected. He opened a small restaurant based on the recipes in his memory, and he always saw Gu Yanchen's shadow in the smoke. I heard that there was a prince surnamed Xiao in the capital. He suffered from headaches and chronic illnesses, but he looked just like Gu Yanchen. Those eyes, the frown when angry, and even the rhythm of fingertips tapping on the table are exactly the same as the memory. Xiao Zhaoming obviously had no impression of him, and only thought that the new cook's skills were special and his aura could relieve his headache. He would often lean on the stove and look at Shen Yun Dan Dian's spoon. After looking at it for a long time, he would suddenly ask: "How come the way you cook this dish looks like I've seen it somewhere before?" Chen Yun smiled lightly but did not answer. When he turned around to add firewood, his eyes turned red. He knew that the person in front of him was not Gu Yanchen, but every time they looked at each other and every unintentional physical touch, they reminded him: some bonds may span life and death, but they cannot span forgetfulness. And Xiao Zhaoming has been having vague dreams recently. There is a vague figure in the dream, and Shen Yundan's side face gradually overlaps when he hands him the soup bowl.