Qin Yin sat there in a daze, experiencing a sense of transcending through time.
Nan Sichen looked at the array of dishes, then coughed lightly and said awkwardly, "I'll take back that comment about having talent; cooking indeed isn't my forte."
He stood up and added, "How about we go out to eat?"
But Qin Yin sat at the table in a daze, tears started to fall.
She remembered once, that year's Qixi Festival, he had also cooked a meal for her, also without salt, and later he suggested going out to eat.
How did she handle it back then?
She quietly pondered this, feeling unbearably sorrowful. This scenario was an exact replay of the past, yet hadn't he remembered any of it?
She lifted her head to look at Nan Sichen.
"What's wrong?" He touched his own face.
"It's nothing, this dish is still edible; wait here." Qin Yin said, lifting the dish and headed into the kitchen.
She recalled that she had placed the dish back into the pan and added salt.
