Chapter 53

an, felt very uncomfortable after reading the news. This time was totally different from the one involving Lin Ning; this one seemed too real for it to be fake. The Green Light Daily had reported ever...Chapter 53

Damn, Wenran was furious.

Cooking in the kitchen

No matter how foolish she was, she could still understand what he meant and wanted to pick up a spatula and hit him. Ye Er must have watched too many anime like maids, which had caused his psychological issues.

Miss Wen couldn’t hold back her tears as dealing with this unpredictable man wasn’t something ordinary women could handle. She paused for a moment before smiling sweetly at him, “Second Young Master Ye, the food is getting cold. You should take care of your stomach first.”

Ye Feimo stared deeply into her eyes; the fire in his gaze never faded—focused and passionate enough to make Wenran’s heart race. When it came to aura, no matter how many Wenrans there were, they could not compete with Ye Feimo.

Wenran was flustered and pushed him out, “Come eat, come eat.”

Ye Feimo watched her run back into the kitchen in a flash, turn off the stove, pour the pork rib soup, serve rice, and treat him like a door god standing in the hallway.

"How did you know my stomach is not feeling well" Ye Feimo asked as he drank his soup.

Wenran didn’t even lift her head. "Is the medicine on your bedside table just for show"

Ye Feimo said no more. After eating hotel restaurant food all day long, coming back to eat Wenran’s home-style dishes gave him a whole new taste experience. He had just mentioned that he liked asparagus, but there was still an untouched plate of it in front of him.

Wenran looked at him curiously; Ye Feimo preferred the light and tasty pork rib winter melon soup to drinking his asparagus broth.

"Why aren’t you eating your asparagus"

"Who put in carrots and onions for me" Ye Feimo stared at the colorful asparagus, drooling, before looking at the detested onion and carrot beside them. He seemed to think that touching a carrot with his chopsticks was an unforgivable sin.

Wenran froze; this person was picky.

She really couldn’t handle him.

Ye Feimo pushed the asparagus in front of her and said, "Pick out the carrots and onions."

Warm glared at him and asked, "You want to eat the asparagus. Just don't put the carrots and onions with it; why do you insist on picking them out"

"I feel like it," Ye Feimo said expressionlessly, "Why did you put them in there anyway"

The Miss Warm could not help but retort: "This entire table of dishes was made by me. Why do I have to let you eat Moreover, why is Second Young Master Ye such a difficult person to please Being picky about food isn't good; also, with your poor stomach condition, being so selective really sins against yourself. Carrots and onions are highly nutritious, you should eat them."

Ye Feimo calmly replied, "The more nutritional something is the less I want it in my meal."

"I'm not sick," she said.

"Neither am I," he retorted.

"You're sick!" Warm declared firmly. Ye Feimo sent her a chilling look, which made her realize that saying "you are sick" was too smooth and clever for her own good. Miss Warm put on a false smile to cover up the tension, "Gastric problems are very serious illnesses, Second Young Master Ye. Due to irregular meals, more young people are suffering from stomach ailments and even gastric cancer now."

"Pick out vegetables!" Ye Feimo tapped his chopsticks in the plate several times; Warm was infuriated.

She had been kind enough to cater to his stomach issues, worried about a relapse of his ailment. Despite her exhaustion, she always remembered to prepare breakfast for him every day and would cook noodles if he hadn't eaten when returning home. Did he truly mistreat her like this

From tomorrow on, the girl wouldn't wait on him anymore; let him suffer until he dies.

Warm pouted as she pulled the plate over to pick out the vegetables, hating carrots and onions in particular. She had put a lot of them in, while watching Ye Feimo eating Dongpo pork with relish, savoring the mushroom stir-fry meat, and drinking soup happily. All that she could do was pick out vegetables miserably. Warm felt incredibly unbalanced inside, wanting to dump all the picked-out carrots and onions on his head.

Seeing he would soon take the last two pieces of Dongpo pork, Warm quickly pulled the plate with Dongpo meat in front of her and pushed the plate with freshly-picked asparagus toward Second Young Master Ye.

The young master's chopsticks missed their target; raising an eyebrow at her, it was clear he meant to say, "I want the meat."

Warm pretended not to see, swept both pieces of Dongpo pork into his bowl, and ate them hastily. The girl worked so hard on a plate of Dongpo pork, only managing two bites in the end; Warm shed tears, but Ye Feimo did not argue with her. He started sweeping up that plate of asparagus.

"In future, when you stir-fry asparagus, don't add anything else—just pile on a lot of meat," said Ye Feimo, his tone sounding rather arrogant and entitled.

"Do it myself!"

"I also like braised pork, sweet and sour carp, hot pot beef, curry, steak. I don't like onions, radishes, green peppers. That's all." Ye Feimo seemed not to hear about the warm conversation, naturally ordering dishes while eating.

Warm wiped her sweat, did he think of her as a full-time chef

"Young Master Ye, your stomach isn't good, you should eat lighter food," Warm couldn't help but say. A guy with heavy flavors, no wonder his taste in women is also heavy, referring to herself.

“This pork rib winter melon soup is quite nice,” Ye Feimo readily agreed.

Warm curled her lips and smiled somewhat proudly, "Is it because my cooking skills are good It’s delicious, isn't it I knew that. My mom said the dishes I make are the best."

"Miss Wen, you’re really one to bask in sunshine," Ye Feimo replied with a cool tone. He had already eaten nearly all of the not-so-small winter melon soup; Warm couldn’t help but take it over.

Ye Feimo raised his eyebrows. Not only did he snatch her Dongpo pork, now he was also taking her winter melon soup

"Young Master Ye, don't eat too much for dinner," He has such a big appetite; eating this much might put pressure on his stomach.

“I didn’t eat much at lunchtime. I’m hungry,” said Ye Feimo expressionlessly. Warm noticed that he ate very little rice but plenty of meat and vegetables, making her purse her lips.

A bad stomach means meals must be regular and light.

"Did you go out for lunch" Warm was curious.

“My secretary orders food,” Ye Feimo replied. Unless he had an appointment with someone at noon, it would usually be Zhang Ling ordering takeout or sometimes instant noodles.

Warm fell silent and sighed, “You look as strong as a bull, how did you get stomach problems”

The expression on Ye Feimo’s face suddenly darkened, probably recalling something. Warm had only asked casually without intending to step into his minefield; seeing him frown, he slapped down his chopsticks and bowl. Warm was surprised by this.

Those beautiful and affectionate peach-blossom eyes were filled with confusion and unease, seeming somewhat aggrieved while also slightly annoyed. Anyone would find it hard to be stern when looking into such a pair of nimble and beautiful eyes.

Ye Feimo's expression turned serious, but he said nothing.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet as Warming ate silently.

Young Master Ye was indeed unpredictable.

A while later, Ye Feimo casually asked, "Your family background used to be good; your family shouldn't have needed you to help out. How did you learn such great cooking skills"

Warming was an honest child and replied, "In the past, Fang Liucheng said he liked girls who could cook, so I asked my mom to send me to a culinary class for a year."

Ye Feimo's face turned completely black.

His eyes blazed as he looked at Warming. This fool! An unknown rage surged from the bottom of his heart. Ye Feimo didn't know what was happening, but he felt like this sentence was a thorn stuck in his throat.

He was very uncomfortable.

Fang Liucheng, Fang Liucheng. Warming specifically learned to cook well for Fang Liucheng

This meant that being able to enjoy her delicious cooking was all thanks to Fang Liucheng

So, he wasn't the man she specially took care of So, she actually went through the trouble of learning these skills for another man Ye Feimo's good mood had turned extremely bad.

He didn't realize that he had already claimed Warming as someone special to him.

"Hey, Young Master Ye, what's wrong"

His expression confused Warming. What did she do to make him upset

"You idiot! Someone says one thing and you're willing to work hard for a year to learn how to cook" Ye Feimo was beyond infuriated.

"Isn't that normal" Warming said bewilderedly: "In the past, Chunmiao was very afraid of water; she even specially learned to swim just to get closer to the guy she liked. Young Master Ye, you've dated before too, doing silly things for someone you like is quite normal, haven't you ever done anything similar"taking care of the leader non-stop without much sleep. With the leader in the hospital and no Black Hand Party brothers available for care, Mou Yao naturally took over; these days hadn't gone well wit...