Domineering is addictive, Boss don't mess around

Chapter 50 Black Supper
"No need, didn't Feng Mohan tell you not to step into the kitchen? I'll be fine, you go and rest." You Ruoxi smiled at them.

Remembering that there was such an order, the two maids hesitated and left, but instead of going to rest, they stood outside to accompany You Ruoxi. If she needed anything, they would go in to help immediately.

You Ruoxi glanced at the ingredients in the kitchen. They really have everything you need, and they are very fresh. According to the two maids, these dishes were all brought in by air, and there were measures to keep them fresh and frozen in time, but they were not eaten within a day after they arrived. will all be disposed of.

Tsk, rich people really waste food, recklessly.

However, the processed food is not thrown away, it seems to be transferred to some farms to feed pigs.

When You Ruoxi knew about it, she immediately felt that the food she ate before was not as good as pigs...

"What can I do..." You Ruoxi looked around, the supper shouldn't be too greasy, it'd better be simple.

After thinking for a while, she immediately dug out the ingredients from the refrigerator and started to work.

Sure enough, it was as simple as she thought.

It was so simple that the two maids couldn't believe it.

"Miss You Ruoxi, are you going to feed Mr. Feng like this?" They asked worriedly, feeling that Mr. Feng might just smash the bowl.

"That's right, supper, my sister and I used to eat this." You Ruoxi didn't think so, anyway, Feng Mohan didn't say any complicated dishes to eat, so that's it.

The maid stood in the living room, silently watching the back of her leaving.

They didn't have the guts to cook such ordinary food for Feng Mohan.

knock knock.

You Ruoxi knocked on the door symbolically, then pushed it open.

Feng Mohan had stopped typing on the keyboard and switched to using the mouse, and You Ruoxi knew without even looking that he should be checking and auditing.

"Mr. Feng -- uh, Mo Han, the supper is ready." You Ruoxi walked over, tidied up the desk full of documents, and then put the supper on it.

Feng Mohan originally wanted to find a reason for her to leave the study so as not to disturb his work, and he never really wanted to eat supper at all.

But when the hot steam hit his face, he subconsciously glanced at it, and then froze.

"What is this dark mass?"

In fact, what he wants to ask is, can this thing be eaten?

"Sesame paste, there is a little Yuanxiao added in it." You Ruoxi explained to him, "Sesame is good for health, for supper, eat a little bit."

Feng Mohan stared at the darkness of that night, looking particularly... in a daze with something hard to swallow.

You Ruoxi thought it was nothing at first, but now she remembered a very important thing: Feng Mohan, who often eats abalone and bird's nest, delicacies from mountains and seas, how could he eat this kind of food!
"Ah! That... If you don't like it, I'll make you a new one! You probably haven't eaten these before, even if there is sesame paste, it's probably not so... er... simple and crude." You Ruoxi A little nervous, I quickly wanted to carry it and leave.

She just thought about making supper, and completely forgot about his taste and identity.

I was really worried that Feng Mohan would think that she was playing him on purpose.

"Don't move." Feng Mohan stopped her, and reached out to break off the bowl of "black" food.

Of course he has eaten it, but the age is so long that he almost forgot that there is such a simple, simple, yet very warm and delicious food in this world.

You Ruoxi was stuck there, not knowing what to do, seeing that he was really planning to eat, she couldn't help persuading: "Let's forget it, I'm afraid..."

I am afraid that your stomach is too precious, so you have diarrhea after eating these.

"You didn't poison me, what am I afraid of?" Feng Mohan said indifferently, and after digging a spoonful, he slowly put it into his mouth.

I miss it so much.

It's also sesame paste, You Ruoxi's bowl is naturally no match for a professional chef, but this taste makes him even more infatuated.

"Feng...Mo Han...don't eat it if you're not used to it..." You Ruoxi smiled awkwardly.

She kept staring at Feng Mohan's reaction, but his face was expressionless from the beginning to the end, and his eyes were even very serious, completely unaware of what he was thinking.

But he didn't speak, let alone answer her. He ate spoonful by spoonful, and even ate the few small dumplings inside.

"I'm used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, and occasionally I want simple food." Feng Mohan finally spoke calmly after finishing his meal.

You Ruoxi stared at him speechlessly.

What kind of answer is that.

What rich people say is really annoying.

She wants to eat those but can't!

However, what You Ruoxi didn't know, Feng Mohan's answer was indeed just a random excuse.

When he was very young, he lived in a commoner's house, and he used to eat this kind of simple food, including those two plates of incompatible dishes at dinner. The taste was not on the table, but that dish was the peaceful life he had always yearned for. .

Others only see his glamorous appearance, but don't know his past.

Ha ha.

"Go to bed early, remember to make breakfast tomorrow." Feng Mohan put the spoon back into the bowl, indicating that she can leave the study.

You Ruoxi responded in a low voice, walked out with the dinner plate, and couldn't help muttering in her heart: I said before that she was fragile during menstruation, so she was not allowed to work, so you don't care?Get her up early in the morning to cook.

What an inconsistent guy.

When You Ruoxi walked into the hall, she found that the maid was still there, waiting for her.

"Miss You Ruoxi, leave it to us." The maid looked at the bowl that was eaten quickly, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then trouble you, I'll go to rest first." You Ruoxi went back upstairs, took a simple shower, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, she was woken up by the alarm clock.

Rubbing her eyes, she changed her clothes and washed her clothes in a daze, and when she reached the stairs, she should have gone directly downstairs, but by a strange coincidence, she made it to the third floor.

Originally, she planned to take a sneak peek at the contents of the document, but when she looked through the crack of the door, she was taken aback.

Feng Mohan was actually still in the study, but instead of sitting there, he stood by the window with his hands behind his back, quietly looking outside.

Hearing a slight movement outside the door, Feng Mohan immediately looked sideways.

"It's so early..." You Ruoxi realized that she had been spotted, so she was embarrassed to continue to peek at the door, and greeted him awkwardly.

Feng Mohan looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes were black and blue, his eyes seemed to be filled with tiredness and indescribable loneliness and sadness, but soon, his indifferent eyes were covered.

For a moment, You Ruoxi suspected that she was wrong.

(End of this chapter)