Young Master Fu's Unexpected Cute Wife

It was already past dinner time. When the dishes came out of the wok, it was almost time for a midnight snack.

Eating porridge at night was a good way to nourish the stomach. However, considering that Fu Sihan might not be able to eat to his heart's content, he also made sour soup, a fat cow, and a steamed fish, in addition to porridge and vegetables.

It was not yet nine o'clock when all the food was served.

That night, someone knocked on Fu Sihan's door and soon, the door was opened.

Fu Sihan had just finished showering and was loosely wearing a black silk nightgown. His belt was unfastened, as if dressing properly had wronged him.

He looked down at her condescendingly. Not only was his face stinky, it was also a bit pale.

"Do you have a stomachache?"

"If you have something to say, say it." Fu Sihan placed his hand on the door.

"I made you dinner. You want to come down and have some?"

"Not eating." Fu Sihan was in a bad mood and was filled with anger. What was he supposed to eat?

"Hey hey hey hey hey!"

Seeing that he was about to close the door, Ye Zichen held him back, "Third Young Master, not eating is bad for your health. Don't make your body hurt just because you're angry, right?"

"Evening, are you begging me?" Fu Sihan looked at her coldly, as if she wasn't here to beg and he wouldn't eat.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I am here to beg you! "

Alright, I'll do whatever you want to do. After all, he saved me at the old dwelling, and I still owe him a favor!

She would think about it later. If she could heal Fu Sihan's body a little, she could be considered to have repaid this debt of gratitude.

"Third Young Master, something to eat?"

Only then did Fu Sihan nod his noble head with an arrogant and pampered expression, "Since you're begging me, then I'll be merciful."

"..."

The air was thick with the aroma of food.

The sour and spicy soup, the fat cattle, the rich and sweet smell of fish, the faint fragrance of vegetables …

There were only two dishes and a bowl of porridge on the table. To Fu Sihan, this barely counted as three dishes. To him, this was considered simple and crude, but it was enough to arouse his appetite.

The steamed fish had been chosen as the top quality grouper, it had plenty of nutrition, fresh and tender meat, Q-shot, abundant gelatinous skin, chopped silk in the soup, scallion and ginger, seasonings, and a sense of stimulation in the sweetness and the sour, which perfectly suppressed the fishy smell.

Fu Sihan had been angered by this stupid woman many times today, so this mouthful of fresh and tasty fish appropriately resolved the gloom in his heart.

Then there was the sour soup of a fat cow, the beef roll was cooked until seventy percent done, it was neither old nor young, it tasted very good, the mouth was full of sour vegetables and pickled peppers, and then with the golden mushroom as ingredients, it instantly made one's appetite rise.

"Is it delicious?" She sat beside Fu Sihan late at night and looked eagerly at him. "The soup of this steamed fish has recently been made by me."

She seemed to care a lot about the opinions people gave her about cooking. Fu Sihan did not say anything. His gaze rested on her untouched chopsticks for a moment before he said, "Eat."

"Oh."

She didn't get any feedback on her culinary skills, so she curled her lips and picked up her spoon to take a sip of congee.

Porridge was one of the best cooking methods at night. Rice grains boiled and blossomed, while vegetables cooked until they were soft. Green leaf fragrance and rice grain fragrance blended perfectly together.

The porridge was steaming hot and the spoon was placed on top of it. In an instant, it was filled with steam as if there was a beautiful veil over it.

Fu Sihan raised his eyes. The woman on his left was eating seriously. She was cooking seriously, and she was eating seriously as well. He had a feeling that she was very quiet and gentle.

Yes, an illusion.