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An Nuan felt a bit flustered by Ye Yunfeng's sudden praise. She had only cooked a meal, and he hadn't even tasted it yet—wasn't that a bit premature?
"Um... I hope you can eat it," she said, lacking confidence.
Although she didn't know exactly what Ye Yunfeng did, anyone who could casually spend fifty million was certainly not an ordinary wealthy person. Moreover, his demeanor suggested he came from a well-off family; someone like him must be used to exquisite delicacies. How could he possibly enjoy the simple dishes she had prepared?
With a small worry in her heart, she couldn't help but feel anxious until he sat at the bar, picked up his chopsticks, and brought the food to his mouth.
She watched him carefully, observing every expression on his face. If he showed any sign of distaste or displeasure, she would immediately dump the food to avoid the risk of him getting an upset stomach—she certainly didn't want to be seen as poisoning him.
Yes, caution was essential.
As she thought this, she noticed that after tasting the food calmly, Ye Yunfeng showed no unnecessary expressions. Instead, after sampling several dishes, he began to eat quickly.
His speed was impressive, yet his manner remained elegant, exuding an innate nobility that couldn't be learned.
It reminded her of Young Master Chu from that day at the casino, who also carried that air of aristocracy.
A natural kingly presence.
Ye Yunfeng ate as if he hadn't had a meal in ages, finishing a bowl of rice in no time.
An Nuan hurriedly put down her chopsticks. "Do you want more?"
Night Cloud Wind stared at his bowl in silence, a hint of conflict evident on his brow.
"What's wrong? Is it not tasty? If it's not good, don't force yourself. I can go out and buy something else for you," An Nuan said with an awkward smile, feeling inexplicably disappointed inside.
Didn’t she already know he wouldn’t like it? Yet seeing him genuinely dislike it made her feel a bit suffocated.
Lu An Nuan, what are you thinking?
You are a fallen princess, a Cinderella tainted by the dust of the world.
Even though you once enjoyed lavish feasts, daily wear and tear has changed even your appetite.
The person who couldn’t tell sugar from salt is now quite skilled at cooking.
"The taste is good, it's just..."
"Just what?"
Nuan Nuan asked nervously, her eyes eagerly fixed on him. She didn’t quite understand why she felt so urgent at that moment; after all, it was just a meal. Why was she so eager for his approval?
If it’s good, eat it; if not, then forget it.
She had no intention of spending her life with him.
As she pondered this, she felt that something was amiss.
Ye Yunfeng chuckled softly, his large hand gently stroking her hair. "It's just that you're full but still want to eat a little more, worried that your appetite isn't big enough."
His warm smile and gentle voice left her somewhat dazed.
"Do you really like it?"
"Of course."
He had no need to tell lies or force himself to agree with anyone. Liking something was simply liking it; disliking it was just disliking it.
"If you're full, then don't eat anymore. I can make you some tomorrow."
"Really?" Ye Yunfeng's eyes sparkled with curiosity, as if he were trying to gauge the truth behind her words.
Nuan Nuan nodded vigorously.
Ye Yunfeng replied, "Alright, from now on, you'll be the one cooking at home."
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