"You... you regained your memory?" Seeing his actions, Long Zhen's face lit up with a surprised smile, and she asked uncertainly.
Feng Ji finally realized what she was doing, hurriedly spit out her finger, and blushed as she shook her head, "No."
Long Zhen immediately showed a disappointed expression, but quickly smiled again. It seemed that the beloved consort was already trying to accept her, otherwise she wouldn't have been so anxious just now.
That was a good start; she was fairly satisfied.
"Take the milk out first; I'll fry two more eggs, and then we can eat."
"I'll do it. You go out and put a band-aid on your wound," Feng Ji said, her heart aching for the injury on her finger. She rolled up her sleeves, ready to cook herself.
"Do you know how?" Long Zhen was somewhat surprised, having never seen him cook before.
"I do." He had learned cooking before; after all, due to the demands of life, if he didn't cook, he would starve.
