Chapter Thirteen Her Craft Was Good

  She put down her rice bowl and went back to the kitchen to bring out the three dishes she had originally stir-fried.

  She prepared a total of four dishes, three dishes and one soup, two meat and two vegetarian.

  Feng Jue didn't even look at her, picked up his chopsticks and started eating, his slow and elegant movements paired with his handsome face made him exceptionally refined.

  Su Yan only glanced at him and then lowered her head to drink the soup, thinking that although he was a mediocre man, how could even eating look so good on him? God really is biased.

  She sat as far away from him as possible without being too obvious, but even just being in the same space as him made her feel uneasy and terrified.

  Feng Jue looked at the woman sitting in the corner, lowering her head and continuously peeling white rice. He didn't know what had just happened either. He was never a lustful person and could be said to have basically never touched a woman. It wasn't intentional, he just never had any reaction to women.

  There were rumors on the road that he was gay, and someone even secretly sent a delicate and handsome young man to his bed, but he threw him out without hesitation.

  Then there were rumors that he was impotent, and he turned a blind eye to them, but they were just rumors, and he didn't take them to heart.

  But at the auction, when he saw her open her eyes for a moment, he almost reacted to her.

  She was wearing his shirt, intently cooking, the familiar scent of her shower gel on her body made him want to press her deeply into his own.

  For a moment, he lost control and almost took her here.

  Who knew this woman would be so bold as to slap him in the face?

  In this world, anyone who dares to lay a hand on him will be crippled by his mother, even if she has to die for it.

  Su Yan was like sitting on pins and needles, not daring to look up at Feng Jue's face. She knew he was looking at her, struggling for a long time before timidly raising her head and stammering, "Feng Jue, earlier... really sorry, I wasn't mentally prepared, so I got scared."

  "Don't mention this again, just be smart and let it go," Feng Jue said coldly, rarely showing mercy and not bothering to argue with her, "Next time you make soup, don't put vinegar in it."

  Su Yan opened her big eyes and whispered "I'll just put a little bit."

  Shen's mother mentioned that Feng doesn't like vinegar, but adding some to the soup helps eliminate the fishy smell.

  "If I couldn't even taste vinegar, I would have died hundreds of times."

  "Oh," Su Yan replied obediently, and after a while, she carefully asked, "Zhuo Ye, is there anything on the menu that doesn't suit your taste?"

  He stared at her with an expressionless face, "Do you think I'll eat something that doesn't suit my taste?"

  Su Yan looked at the dishes on the table, each of which had been eaten more than half, and lowered her head in silence. Considering that she had just slapped him and he didn't hold it against her, she was too lazy to scold her.

  Is she okay? She dreams of stabbing to death the man who has taken her innocence and made her his mistress, yet every day she must carefully accompany him with a smile.

  In order not to be sold to the most disgusting **, she humbled herself to please him, sometimes even doubting whether it was worth it.

  Isn't it all like that?

  The fragrance lingers in his mouth, her craftsmanship is excellent, beyond his imagination. Shen Ma has been working at his villa for three years, just because he loves the dishes she makes.

  Wen Luo looked very young, it was said that Gongzi Huan spoiled her a lot. With such culinary skills, she must have practiced for the sake of men. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that the flavor had become much duller.

  "Wen Luo," the color of his face suddenly turned ugly, Su Yan was very good at observing expressions, although he never had a good expression, but earlier when they were eating, she felt that his mood had improved a lot.

  "Your cooking skills are on par with those of a master chef. How is it that you're still cooking for yourself even when you're with Gongzi Huan?"

  Su Yan was taken aback for a moment, "No," she said with a hint of bitterness hidden deep in her eyes, "I've been living alone since high school, so I usually cook and eat by myself."

  It was her first time cooking for someone else, and she didn't expect it to turn out like this.

  Haha, I'm thinking, is it better if this dress was sent over or if Uncle Jie personally took Yan Yan to the mall to buy it?