The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife
Chapter 48: My Favorite Food

Chapter 48: My Favorite Food

"Ye Feimo..." Finally, when he was satisfied and let her go, Wen Nuan gasped for breath, both shy and flustered. "I’m cooking. You... Young Master Ye, can you not get aroused anywhere, okay?"

Ye Feimo still had her pinned between the countertops. Wen Nuan’s flustered hands didn’t know where to put themselves. Ye Feimo’s eyes held a burning fire, so intense it seemed to scorch anyone it touched.

He wanted her.

Suddenly, he really wanted her. Besides his mother, she was the first woman to cook for him.

He didn’t understand either what it was about Wen Nuan that made him so obsessed, always wanting her fiercely. It seemed the more he wanted her, the more excited he became.

If the first time he wanted her was because of her resemblance to Han Bi, and that day he was in a bad mood and she just happened to come to his door, so he was purely venting his frustration, then what were these days’ desires for?

"Don’t you know that desire needs to be resolved?" Ye Feimo appeared very indifferent, even though his body was already tense with pain, wanting to explode. His tone still sounded like a bowl of still water.

Wen Nuan was very embarrassed. Ye Feimo had been involved in many scandals these days, and she always saw pictures of him with female celebrities in the entertainment newspapers. He should have women; why was he still like this...

Wen Nuan had a headache.

Ye Feimo calmly looked around the kitchen. To make cooking easier, Wen Nuan had changed into a short-sleeved shirt and hot pants. Ye Feimo’s restless hand reached into her clothes, and he lightly bit her earlobe, saying, "I haven’t tried doing it in the kitchen yet. It should feel pretty good."

Damn it, Wen Nuan was furious.

Doing it in the kitchen?

Even if she was an idiot, she could understand what he meant. She was so angry she wanted to pick up the spatula and hit him. Young Master Ye must have watched too many anime of the maid genre lately.

So his mind was starting to become abnormal.

Miss Wen shed tears. Dealing with such a moody and unpredictable man was really not something an ordinary woman could handle. She paused and put on a sweet smile. "Second Young Master Ye, the food is going to get cold. You should take care of your stomach’s needs first."

Ye Feimo looked deeply at her, the fire in his eyes never fading, focused and passionate, making Wen Nuan’s heart pound. In terms of aura, a hundred Wen Nuans were no match for Ye Feimo.

Flustered, she pushed him out while holding his arm. "Let’s eat, let’s eat."

Ye Feimo watched her scurry back to the kitchen, turn off the stove, pour out the spare ribs soup, and then go to serve rice, treating him standing in the doorway like a door god.

"How do you know my stomach isn’t good?" Ye Feimo asked while drinking the soup.

Wen Nuan didn’t even lift her head. "Is the stomach medicine on the bedside table just for decoration?"

Ye Feimo stopped talking. Having gotten used to the food in hotels and restaurants, eating Wen Nuan’s home-cooked dishes had a different flavor. He had just said that he liked asparagus very much, but he hadn’t touched that plate of asparagus.

Wen Nuan looked at him strangely. Ye Feimo drank the soup; he preferred the light and delicious spare ribs and winter melon soup.

"Why aren’t you eating asparagus?"

"Who told you to put carrots and onions in it?" Ye Feimo looked at the brightly colored asparagus with a look of longing, then looked at the onions and carrots he hated next to it with a face of disgust, as if even touching a carrot with his chopsticks was a heinous crime.

Wen Nuan was stunned. This person was a picky eater.

Indeed, difficult to please.

Ye Feimo pushed the asparagus towards her. "Pick out the carrots and onions."

Wen Nuan stared at him. "If you want to eat asparagus, just don’t pick up the carrots and onions. Why do you have to pick them out?"

"Because I’m happy to," Ye Feimo said expressionlessly. "Who told you to put carrots and onions in?"

"I made all the dishes on this table. Who told you to eat them?" Miss Wen couldn’t help but retort. Why did she find Ye Feimo so difficult to please? "Being picky isn’t good. Besides, Second Young Master Ye, your stomach isn’t good, yet you’re still picky. That’s really a sin. Carrots and onions are very nutritious. You should eat them quickly."

Ye Feimo calmly replied, "It’s precisely because they’re nutritious that I’m letting you pick them out to eat."

"I’m not sick."

"Neither am I."

"You are sick!" Wen Nuan said decisively. Ye Feimo’s sinister gaze swept over, and she immediately felt that her "you are sick" came out too smoothly. Miss Wen put on a forced, pacifying smile. "Stomach problems are a very serious illness, Second Young Master Ye, do you know that? Precisely because of irregular meals, the proportion of young people with stomach problems and stomach cancer is rising sharply."

"Pick the vegetables." Ye Feimo tapped his chopsticks on the plate a few times, and Wen Nuan was exasperated.

She was kindly taking care of his stomach, afraid that his stomach problems would flare up. No matter how tired she was, she remembered to prepare breakfast for him every day. Even if she was sleepy when she came back, if he hadn’t eaten, she would definitely cook him a bowl of noodles. And yet, he was bullying her like this?

Starting tomorrow, this lady wouldn’t serve him anymore. Let him get sick and die.

Wen Nuan angrily pulled the plate over and picked out the vegetables. She hated carrots and onions. Wuwu, she had put so many in. She watched Ye Feimo unceremoniously eat the Dongpo pork, the mushroom stir-fried with meat, and drink the soup, eating with great relish. But she was miserably picking out vegetables. Wen Nuan felt very unbalanced and really wanted to dump all the picked-out carrots and onions on his head.

Seeing that the last two pieces of Dongpo pork were about to be taken by him, Wen Nuan quickly pulled the plate of Dongpo pork towards herself and pushed the plate of clean, tender asparagus towards Second Young Master Ye.

Second Young Master Ye’s chopsticks missed their target, and he raised an eyebrow at her, meaning, "I want to eat meat."

Wen Nuan pretended not to see, swept the two pieces of Dongpo pork into her bowl, and wolfed them down. This lady had worked hard to make a plate of Dongpo pork, and in the end, she could only eat two pieces. Wen Nuan teared up. Ye Feimo didn’t bother to argue with her and began to devour the plate of asparagus.

"In the future, when stir-frying asparagus, don’t put anything in it, just a pile of meat will do," Ye Feimo said, his tone sounding very annoying.

"Do it yourself!"

"I also like braised pork, braised carp, boiled beef, curry, steak. I don’t like onions, carrots, green peppers, hmm, that’s it." Ye Feimo seemed not to hear Wen Nuan, naturally eating and ordering at the same time.

Wen Nuan wiped her sweat. Did he take her for a full-time cook?

"Second Young Master Ye, your stomach isn’t good, you should eat lighter food," Wen Nuan couldn’t help but say. Such a heavy-flavored guy, no wonder he had heavy tastes in bed too.

"This spare ribs and winter melon soup is not bad," Ye Feimo conceded.

Wen Nuan pouted, smiling with a bit of smugness and pride. "Actually, my cooking skills are pretty good, right? It’s delicious, right? I knew it. My mother always said my cooking is top-notch."

"Miss Wen, you really brighten up at the slightest praise," Ye Feimo said in a calm tone. He had almost finished the not-so-small bowl of winter melon soup, and Wen Nuan couldn’t help but pull the soup towards herself as well.

Ye Feimo raised an eyebrow. Not only did she snatch the Dongpo pork, but now she wanted to snatch the winter melon soup too?

"Second Young Master Ye, don’t eat so much at night." His appetite was too big. Wouldn’t eating so much put a burden on his stomach?

"I didn’t eat much at noon. I’m hungry," Ye Feimo said expressionlessly. Wen Nuan noticed that he ate very little rice but a lot of meat and vegetables. She pursed her lips.

With a bad stomach, three meals a day must be regular.

"Do you go out for lunch?" Wen Nuan asked curiously.

"The secretary orders takeout," Ye Feimo said. Unless he had an appointment at noon, Zhang Ling usually ordered takeout, and occasionally he ate instant noodles.

Wen Nuan was silent for a moment, then sighed. "You look as strong as an ox. How can you have stomach problems?"