Su Xiyue had let out a string of temper, which left Ye Chen somewhat clueless. After pondering for a moment, Ye Chen realized he had said something wrong just now.
A bitter smile appeared on the corners of Ye Chen's mouth as he shook his head, focusing on stir-frying the dishes in the pan.
He would have to explain things properly later.
To demonstrate his sincerity today, Ye Chen had gone out of his way to cook several extra dishes, essentially pulling out all the stops.
If it weren't for the lack of ingredients at home, Ye Chen would have been tempted to prepare a full imperial feast.
After the meal was ready, Wang Ma came in to help Ye Chen serve the dishes, glanced upstairs, and asked softly, "Son-in-law, did you make the young mistress angry again?"
"Wang Ma, it's really a long story."
A trace of bitter smile crossed Ye Chen's face: "Later, I will explain things to Xiyue and it will be all right."
