Wen Nuan pursed her lips, offering no reply. *If only she'd put more in, to make him utterly sour, utterly sour! No, wait, now it's her teeth that are aching,* Wen Nuan thought with a dazed expression, realizing she had gotten the target wrong.
"Next time, I'll put you on the cover."
"No way am I going on the cover with a flirtatious butterfly like you!" Wen Nuan immediately refused. *What kind of joke was that? This relationship absolutely had to stay underground, not be displayed publicly.*
"Tomorrow, make me stir-fried vermicelli with crab roe and braised pork," Ye Feimo said after finishing the large bowl of *zhajiangmian* and every last drop of the pork rib soup. He wiped his mouth and began ordering tomorrow's dishes.
*Whatever Fang Liucheng ate, he wanted too.*
"Are you really treating me as a full-time nanny?"
