Cai Xiaojing rolled her eyes. If her attitude was "proper," then pigs could fly.
Wen Nuan carried the groceries upstairs. Ye Feimo didn't seem to be back yet. She sorted the items and began cooking, and soon, the kitchen filled with the aroma of food.
They had been arguing recently, and she had been busy, so she hadn't found time to cook a proper meal for Ye Feimo. After seeing him suffer from his stomach attack last night, Wen Nuan decided that from now on, every meal would be delicious and nutritious, ensuring he ate well.
"Wen Nuan, stay calm. No matter what harsh words he says, you must remain composed, absolutely. Don't argue with him. Arguing is too childish. Remember, you absolutely, positively cannot argue," Wen Nuan vowed, holding a spatula, to speak nicely to Ye Feimo.
Definitely no arguing.
She was simmering soup when Ye Feimo returned.
