"Chu Molin, what were you talking about? I seem to have a hard time understanding," Qin Xue asked Chu Molin in a low voice.
"Ye Xuan's mother has been missing for many years. He thinks your cooking tastes similar to his mother's, and that reminded him of his sorrow," Chu Molin glanced at Ye Xuan, then revealed a bit about Ye Xuan's situation.
"Oh I see, but the dishes I cooked were taught by my grandmother, it's impossible for them to taste like his mother's. Perhaps it's because he misses his mother so much that he found the taste to be similar," Qin Xue's culinary skills were taught by her grandmother from her previous life, so it's implausible.
"Perhaps, I don't know what he is thinking, only that remembering the past has put him in a more melancholic mood," Chu Molin also didn't know Ye Xuan's thoughts.
"Go and fetch a jar of wine from your room. I'll get some dried meat. You should keep him company," after hearing this, Qin Xue pondered before answering.
