man being good-lookingYe Feimo coldly glanced over, his gaze making the warmth feel as if ice was stuck to her face, even more numbing than any swelling pain could be."Do you often encounter such situ...115

Ye Feimo calmly replied, "I only let you pick them out because they are nutritious."

"But I'm not sick or in pain."

"Neither am I."

"You're the one who's ill!" Warming stated firmly. Ye Feimo glared at her with a sinister gaze, and she suddenly felt that her retort was too clever. Ms. Wen forced a smile, "Gastritis is a very serious illness, do you know Because of irregular meals, cases of gastritis and gastric cancer among young people have been rising sharply." Entertainment Show

Ye Feimo tapped the dish with his chopsticks, instructing her to pick out vegetables. Warming was furious.

Sincere in her care for his stomach, she prepared breakfast daily despite being tired, fearing that his illness might flare up. She would cook him a bowl of noodles if he hadn't eaten yet, and he was treating her like this

From tomorrow on, she wouldn't serve him anymore; let him suffer!

Pouting, Warming pulled the dish towards herself to pick out vegetables. She hated radishes and onions so much—oh no, she had put a lot of them in the dishes. Seeing Ye Feimo eating Dongpo Pork with such relish while drinking soup and enjoying Shiitake Mushroom Stir-fry, she felt miserable picking out vegetables. She wanted to shove all the radishes and onions back into his face.

As he was about to take the last pieces of Dongpo Pork, Warming quickly pulled the dish towards herself and pushed the plate with the neatly picked green shoots over to Second Young Master Ye.

The young master's chopsticks missed their mark. He raised an eyebrow at her, as if saying, "I want the meat."

Warming pretended not to notice him and scooped up the last two pieces of Dongpo Pork into her bowl, eating them ravenously. She had worked hard on this dish but could only eat a couple of bites; tears welled up in Warming's eyes. Ye Feimo didn't argue with her either—instead, he started picking at the green shoots. ~~~~

"Next time, when you stir-fry green shoots, add nothing except lots of meat," Ye Feimo said, his tone quite irritating.

"Make it myself!"

"I also like braised pork ribs, braised carp, beef hotpot, curry, steak. I don't like onions, radishes, green peppers... that's all." Ye Feimo seemed not to hear about the warmth's words and naturally ordered dishes while eating.

Warmth wiped her sweat; did he think of her as a full-time cook

"Young Master Ye, your stomach is weak. You should eat lighter," Warmth couldn't help but say. A heavy-tasting person, no wonder his preferences are also strong and pungent. Warmth, o╯□╰o.

"This pork rib winter melon soup isn't bad." Ye Feimo followed her advice readily.

Warmth pursed her lips, smiling with a bit of pride and arrogance. "Actually, it's because my cooking is good, right It tastes delicious, doesn't it I knew that already; even my mom says the dishes I make are top-notch."

"Miss Wen, you truly shine when given some sunshine," Ye Feimo said with a cool tone. He had almost finished most of her winter melon soup, and she couldn’t help but pull the soup back.

Ye Feimo raised his eyebrows; besides taking Dongpo meat, he was also trying to take her winter melon soup

"Young Master Ye, don't eat too much tonight." Wasn't his appetite too big Eating so much might put a strain on his stomach.

"I didn’t eat much at noon; I’m hungry," Ye Feimo said expressionlessly. Warmth noticed that he had eaten very little rice but a lot of meat and vegetables, and she pursed her lips.

When your stomach is weak, you must have regular meals three times a day.

"Did you go out to eat at noon" Warmth was curious.

"The secretary ordered takeout," Ye Feimo replied. Unless he had an appointment with someone in the afternoon, it would usually be Zhang Ling ordering him food, occasionally eating instant noodles.

Warm took a deep breath and sighed, "You look as strong as an ox, how could you possibly have stomach problems"

Ye Feimo's face suddenly darkened. Warm was just making small talk; she didn't want to step on his landmine. Seeing him darken, he abruptly put down his chopsticks with a thud, and Warm looked at him in surprise.

The woman’s beautiful eyes filled with confusion and anxiety, looking somewhat aggrieved yet also annoyed, her agile and pretty gaze made it hard for anyone to be firm-hearted.

Ye Feimo darkened his expression but didn’t say anything.

The atmosphere suddenly turned quiet. Warm ate silently.

The Young Master Ye really was unpredictable.

A while later, Ye Feimo casually asked, "You were originally from a good family background, so your home shouldn't need you to help with anything; how did you learn such good cooking skills"

Warm was an honest child, "Before, Fang Liucheng said he liked girls who could cook well. So I begged my mom to send me to a cooking class for a year."

The entire face of Ye Feimo turned dark.

His eyes blazed as he stared at Warm; this fool! An unknown anger surged up from the bottom of his heart, and Ye Feimo didn't know why but felt like the words were stuck in his throat.

He was very uncomfortable.

Fang Liucheng, Fang Liucheng, did Warm specifically learn good cooking skills for Fang Liucheng

This means that he eating a fine meal is due to the blessings of Fang Liucheng

It turned out that he was not the man she had taken special care of. It also turned out that she actually went through such efforts for another guy. Ye Nimo’s good mood deteriorated.

He didn’t realize that he had already confined warmth to a personal realm.

"Hey, Second Young Master Ye, what's wrong with you"

Her expression puzzled him; where did she offend him

"You moron! Did you agree to study cooking for an entire year just because of one sentence from someone else" Ye Nimo was livid.

"Isn’t that normal In the past, Chunmiao was afraid of water but still learned how to swim in order to get closer to a guy she liked. Second Young Master Ye, you’ve dated before too; it’s perfectly fine for someone to do something silly for the person they like. Haven’t you done anything like this"

Ye Nimo sneered inwardly. He had never done anything silly for anyone he liked. A few years ago, when he liked Han Bi, he knew that she was a contracted artist with Anning International, and she would repeatedly tell him about the hardships of her life in show business, how someone bullied her on set, or how some big star gave her a hard time; she always said that she wanted to make something of herself.

He was the little master of Anning International. Though he didn’t have power yet, if he had wanted to help Han Bi take shortcuts, there were many ways for him to do so. Yet, he never did anything for her.

In his memories, he had never done something silly for anyone else either.

The silliest thing he did was going to the hotel after reading a text message and seeing Han Bi in bed with another man.

Had he ever done anything silly for someone he liked

Loved one…to avoid meeting you.""Walk around 100 meters away" Ye Feimo raised his eyebrows. Under the light, his handsome face looked as cold and stern as Satan. He pointed at the main door, "If you have backbo...