Ye Feimo replied indifferently, "I let you pick them out because they are high in nutritional value."
"I'm not sick or in pain."
"I'm not sick either."
"You are sick!" Wen Nuan stated confidently. Ye Feimo's sinister gaze fixed on her, and she suddenly felt her words, 'you are sick,' had slipped out too smoothly. Miss Wen plastered on a forced smile and said, "Stomach illness is a serious matter, Second Young Master Ye, did you know? It's exactly because meals are not taken punctually that the proportion of young people with stomach diseases and gastric cancer has been skyrocketing."
"Pick out the vegetables!" Ye Feimo tapped his chopsticks on the plate a few times, leaving Wen Nuan fuming.
