Song Song obediently put on the headphones, and after a few seconds of pause, the screen switched to a woman sitting cross-legged in an empty room. Her expression was serene and timeless, with an indescribable beauty and allure.
"Song Song, whether or not you've regained your memory now, you must keep my words in mind and never forget them under any circumstances."
Then she saw a trace of reluctance pass over the woman's face, and she sighed, "In the past, I didn't let you engage in culinary arts, not because I thought you weren't talented but because you were too talented. You truly are my daughter, you take after me in both looks and temperament."
"I still remember when you were only four years old, you had a terrible temper. When a little girl from the neighbor's house snatched your doll, you hit her. That fiery spirit really reminded me of myself as a child..."
