Wen Nuan pursed her lips and chose not to respond. She should have added more, to make it extremely sour, so sour it would kill you. Wait, right now it's your teeth that are sour. Wen Nuan thought with a bewildered expression, realizing she had focused on the wrong person.
"From now on, I'll feature you on the cover."
"I don't want to be on a cover with you, you social butterfly." Wen Nuan immediately refused. What a joke, this relationship could only remain secret and not be publicized.
"Tomorrow, make me crab roe with glass noodles and braised pork." Ye Feimo had finished a big bowl of Zhajiang noodles and didn't leave a drop of the rib soup. He wiped his mouth and started to order dishes for the next day.
What Fang Liucheng had eaten, he wanted as well.
"Do you really think I'm your full-time nanny?"