"Of course, my high school history teacher is very handsome, so I was very serious in history class. I gradually became interested in Chinese history. I was particularly fond of the history of the Han Dynasty. I have studied all kinds of food, drink, entertainment and social situations. I have read all the unofficial history of the Western Han Dynasty. As long as I can find books, I can't be familiar with it? Don't underestimate me."

At the beginning, Dong Zhuo found all the books he could find. Zi Yang didn't say this. She smiled relievedly at Dong Zhuo and changed the topic:

"I'm starving to death, can I start now?"

Fu Hong nodded.

Ziyang immediately picked up the chopsticks and looked at the steaming hot Western Han Dynasty specialty dishes that were all over the table, full of color, fragrance and flavor, and couldn't help but swallow.

She started to look at a plate of "honey juice Xiangxi sour meat". Fu Hong first put the pieces of meat in the small plate in front of her, dipped in a specially prepared sauce.

"I'll test you. Can you guess that these dishes were found in that ancient book?"

Fu Hong found a topic that he could chat with Zi Yang, and his face showed a faint doting smile.

Zi Yang chewed it slowly and ate it, with a bit of contemplation on his face.

After a while, I asked tentatively: "I remember that in 1974, many information related to cooking technology was found in the ancient tombs of the Western Han Dynasty unearthed in Mawangdui, Changsha. Among them is the earliest batch of bamboo menus, which records 103 kinds of precious dishes and nine types of cooking methods such as stewing, braising, simmering, roasting, stir-frying, frying, frying, frying, and waxing."

Zi Yang said as he stopped, then leaned over and ate a spoonful of delicious soup handed over by Fu Hong into his stomach.

If Fu Hong just wanted to talk to her casually, she would really look at her with admiration at this moment.

"Haha, I won't be able to hit the dead mouse, right?"

Give it, win it!

Ziyang was in a good mood, and held the small bowl in front of Fu Hong with his fingers, helped him serve a spoonful of soup, and handed it over: "This is really delicious, you can try it too."

Fu Hong looked at Zi Yang's actions and raised his eyes slightly, showing his good mood.

The eyebrow-raising action was so charming.

Zi Yang was a little confused. Under the dark yellow light, his face was particularly deep, his eyebrows were filled with an indescribable elegance, and his demonic eyes faintly shining with eyes that could take away people's souls.

"Have we really had a relationship before?"

Zi Yang suddenly asked abruptly, why did she feel a sense of familiarity that penetrated into her bones? It seemed that she had seen those eyes early, but she really had a great skepticism about the flashing love that Fu Hong and Zi Ran said.

Fu Hong looked at her exploratory gaze, as if she had already remembered everything she had done now. She suddenly pinched her wrist, and her tone was filled with undepressing excitement.

"Yangyang, what have you remembered?"

"It's very familiar." Zi Yang murmured to himself.

He was uncomfortable with his scorching gaze, so he quickly pulled back his wrist.

"You are too strong and hurt me."

Fu Hong refused to give up: "Think about it carefully."

"I just feel familiar with my eyes, but now I don't feel familiar with me anymore. I can't remember it. Maybe I really lost my memory before." Zi Yang was a little uncomfortable by his excessive excitement. "You drink soup, fresh but not greasy, it's really delicious."

When Fu Hong heard this, a trace of loss flashed in his eyes.

But in the blink of an eye, Zi Yang was so inviting that he could not stand his huge contrasting emotions, but he didn't know how to adjust the atmosphere.

"Fu Hong, are we in love?"
Chapter completed!