Did You Lose Your Memory

Jun Lionhead's hand trembled slightly as he held the spoon.

If he hadn't really said those things to her, how could Grace possibly know?

If he hadn't personally taught her how to make this soup, how would Grace know how to cook it?

"Master, hurry and drink! The ice will melt soon!"

Jun Lionhead picked up the spoon and took a sip.

"Well?" Grace's big eyes sparkled, practically begging for praise.

"It's excellent." It tasted exactly like he remembered.

"Back then, you made me cook this soup at least a hundred times just to teach me!" Grace said. "But I finally nailed the flavor you wanted."

Jun Lionhead paused, a little stunned. "Really? Was I that strict with you?"

"No, no, not strict at all," Grace replied. "You were super chill."

She imitated Jun Lionhead's usual calm and breezy manner, saying, "Take these books and read them. If you don't understand something, just come ask me—cough, cough, just like that."

Shannon couldn't help but laugh.

Jun Lionhead looked at the lively and adorable Grace, rubbing his temples. "Did I really used to be your mentor?"

"How could it be otherwise?"

"But I have no memory of it at all."

"You lost your memory!"

Jun Lionhead: "..."

Just then, Chirpy flew in.

Grace reached out and caught him, taking a small note from his leg.

It was from Joanna Zuo.