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Cai Xiaojing rolled her eyes; if her attitude were to become proper, pigs could climb trees.

Wen Nuan carried stuff upstairs. Ye Feimo didn't seem to have come back yet. She organized everything and started cooking; soon, the kitchen filled with the aroma of food.

Recently, they had been arguing, and she had been busy, barely finding time to cook properly for Feimo. Last night she saw him fall ill, and it was indeed hard to bear, so Wen Nuan decided that from now on, every meal would be incredibly delicious, every meal extremely nutritious, to ensure he ate well.

"Wen Nuan, stay calm, no matter what awful things he says, you must keep your cool, you must, don't argue with him, arguing is just too childish, remember, you absolutely must not argue," Wen Nuan vowed while holding the spatula, determined to speak nicely with Ye Feimo.

She absolutely couldn't argue.

While she was making soup, Ye Feimo came back.