Gurgle!

When Nan Fang was sure he was not hallucinating, he swallowed hard, his eyes filled with horror as he watched Ye Zi chop vegetables.

In his youth, he had worked in many restaurants and seen countless chefs, some of whom had exquisite knife skills.

But he had never seen any chef wield a kitchen knife with such mesmerizing skill as Ye Zi!

The flying knife light and the neatly sliced pieces of winter melon falling into the plate were simply too incredible!

Nancy and the others were also completely dumbfounded, and even movie effects couldn't achieve the effect they were seeing now!

"Nancy, come here!"

Immediately, Nan Fang pulled Nancy aside, and with a serious expression, he asked:

"Has Ye Zi really lost his memory? He doesn't remember anything from before?"

"Yes, why?" Nancy nodded, then asked with confusion:

"Dad! If Ye Zi has lost his memory, how can he possibly cook, and his knife skills are too... frightening!"

At that moment, Nancy's mind was spinning, unable to comprehend what kind of creature she had taken in!

Upon hearing this, Nan Fang frowned and thought for a while:

"It seems very likely that Ye Zi was a chef before, even possibly a renowned one! And his current amnesia is not true amnesia; it appears to be a form of intermittent cranial nerve amnesia!"

"Intermittent cranial nerve amnesia?" Nancy was startled.

"That's right! I've heard about this type of amnesia before; it is said that patients with this amnesia retain all the instincts they had before losing their memory, and they have an instinctual memory of many familiar things! This means that Ye Zi, upon encountering people or things he found memorable, will gradually regain his memory!"

Nan Fang's words made a trace of joy flicker across Nancy's pretty face:

"Dad, do you mean that if Ye Zi returns to his old environment, he would be able to recover his memory?"

"Exactly! Memorable people or things can awaken his memory! Just like cooking, I think it must have been something Ye Zi often did in the past!"

Nan Fang's words sent Nancy into deep thought, and then she seemed to think of a possibility, quickly adding:

"Dad, I heard there was a plane crash over the Malacca Strait a while ago—could Ye Zi have been a survivor of that crash?"

Nancy's suggestion made Nan Fang laugh:

"Don't be silly; that crash was closer to Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia, far too distant from us here in Singapore! Ye Zi couldn't possibly be a survivor of that crash! However, Ye Zi's accent is not Singaporean; it sounds more like he is from China! When we have time, let's check with the Chinese Embassy for information about missing nationals; maybe there will be something about Ye Zi!"

"Okay...okay then!"

Nancy, upon hearing this, looked somewhat forlorn.

At that moment, part of her didn't even want Ye Zi to regain his memory, afraid that he would become someone she didn't recognize!

Seemingly sensing Nancy's thoughts, Nan Fang's expression turned a bit strange:

"Nancy, you...you haven't fallen for Ye Zi, have you?"

This was the first time Nan Fang had seen his daughter show such concern for a man, which made him suspicious!

Upon hearing this, Nancy's face instantly turned red:

"Dad! What are you talking about! I treat Ye Zi like a younger brother! Humph, I'm not talking to you…"

Nancy huffed, and then she walked back to the kitchen to continue watching Ye Zi cook!

Watching the back of his daughter, Nan Fang's father shook his head.

He was sure that his daughter must have truly fallen for that boy, and she might not even realize it herself!

When Nancy returned to the kitchen, the ingredients for six dishes had already been prepared, and both Nan Fang and his mother were already stunned!

Whew!

With a burst of flames, the ingredients squirmed as soon as they hit the hot oil.

His movements were still incredibly fast, flipping several pots at once, the casual flourish leaving Nancy mesmerized!

It was the first time she had seen cooking like an art form, performed so fancily and poetically!

The instant a refreshing fragrance wafted through the air, everyone in the kitchen shuddered, their faces showing utter bliss. They even felt their stomachs quiver!

After finishing the dishes, also felt refreshed and satisfied looking at the aromatic dishes on the plates!

"Alright! Time to eat!"

Turning around, seeing the impatient look from Nan Fang's father and the others, he couldn't help but say with a smile.

When the six fragrant dishes were served on the table, Nan Fang could hardly wait and grabbed his chopsticks to start eating!

But just then, Ah Zhong's cough made Nan Fang freeze!

Ah Zhong's face was as red as a liver. He and Nan Fang had mocked Mr. Yeh earlier, and now they were embarrassingly proven wrong!

Especially the delightful scent that made his stomach rumble and his throat incessantly swallow salvia.

At this moment, he felt a burning pain on his face and hated Mr. Yeh immensely, suppressing his urge to devour the meal, almost causing himself serious injury!

Meanwhile, Nan Fang glanced between Ah Zhong and Mr. Yeh, his expression showing some hesitation.

If Mr. Yeh's cooking had been mediocre, he could have easily ignored it, but the mere scent was enough to make Nan Fang's heart itch uncontrollably.

Noticing Nan Fang's hesitation, Mr. Yeh gave a small smile:

"Nan Fang, if you want to eat, just eat. No need to be polite!"

Hearing Mr. Yeh's words, Nan Fang was overjoyed and immediately started to eat, his eyes lighting up instantly!

"Delicious! It's really delicious!"

Nan Fang, still quite young, was almost jumping with excitement. It was the first time he had tasted such delicious food, far surpassing even the best chefs:

"Ah Zhong, brother, try some. Mr. Yeh's cooking is indeed delicious!"

Nan Fang immediately said to Ah Zhong.

And this statement gave Ah Zhong a way out. At that moment, he swallowed hard but his face was still full of disdain:

"It looks average, the smell is normal, and I doubt the taste is anything special!"

While saying this, Ah Zhong had already picked up his chopsticks and was about to grab some food.

Just as Ah Zhong's chopsticks were about to touch the food, a pair of chopsticks suddenly appeared and clamped down on Ah Zhong's!

A teasing smile played on Mr. Yeh's lips. This guy had ridiculed his cooking earlier, and now, clearly desperate to eat, still tried to belittle his dishes deliberately. Of course, he wouldn't let him get his way!

"Ah Zhong, since you find my cooking average in color, ordinary in smell, and not so great in taste, perhaps you shouldn't eat it. Save it from spoiling your precious taste!"

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