"You're so stupid. You can't even make simple egg noodles," Wen Nuan mumbled, throwing the noodles away. This guy was so picky about food; there was no way he would eat what he had made.
Ye Feimo stood obediently to the side and watched. Wen Nuan looked at the ingredients in the fridge and decided to make him a steak. She was good at making Western food, and since she didn't know what else to make for him, she chose steak, which he liked.
"You haven't cooked for me in a long time," Ye Feimo muttered, as if he didn't even realize he was saying it.
There was a rare vulnerability and a hint of a complaint in his voice.
Wen Nuan's movements froze. Her heart felt heavy and ached. All sorts of emotions rushed to her. What was she doing? She was making him something he liked. He was cooking just fine, so why did she have to interrupt him?
Even if it didn't taste good, even if he went hungry, it was his problem.
She was going to leave him sooner or later.
