Despite his good intentions, his sharp tongue couldn't help irritating her. The old Jing Yiren would surely have engaged in a verbal battle with him.
At this moment, Jing Yiren could only smile with relief, realizing how little she used to understand Yue Feng.
Every time he made her mad, it was actually for her own good. His real problem was his mouth, which never spoke sweet words...
Upon hearing that the soup was made by Yue Rou, Hei Long promptly went over and took the thermos away.
"What are you doing?" Yue Feng spoke sharply, watching Hei Long holding the thermos, ready to leave.
This man was too presumptuous, taking whatever he wanted without asking!
Hei Long smirked dismissively.
"The food prepared by my woman, of course, I should get to taste first!"
Yue Feng was furious. This was the result of him having the soup simmer on low heat overnight.
To ensure the soup was perfect, he had been guarding it all this time.
Yue Feng warned angrily, "Put it down!"
