Ye Feimo didn't know what he thought of, but his face suddenly sank. Wen Nuan was just asking casually and didn't want to step on his landmine. Seeing his face darken and him put down his chopsticks with a bang, Wen Nuan looked at him in surprise.
The woman's beautiful, amorous peach blossom eyes were full of doubt and apprehension, as if somewhat wronged and somewhat annoyed. Being stared at by such lively and beautiful eyes, it seemed no one could harden their heart.
Ye Feimo's face darkened further, but he didn't say anything.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and Wen Nuan ate in silence.
Young Master Ye was indeed moody.
After a while, Ye Feimo asked casually, "Your family used to be well-off. There shouldn't be anything at home that you needed to help with. How did you learn such good cooking skills?"
Wen Nuan was an honest child. "Fang Liucheng used to say he liked girls who could cook, so I begged my mom to send me to a cooking class for a year."
