Wen Shu was taken aback. What did that mean?

Li Duo leaned back on the sofa. "I haven't had dinner yet."

Wen Shu gasped. Did he really want her to cook for him?

“I get in a bad mood when I’m hungry, and when I’m in a bad mood, my memory isn’t very good either.” He looked at her and said, “When my memory is bad, I can’t remember where I put something.”

This is utterly shameless!

Wen Shu gritted her teeth: "I can help Mr. Li find one."

"I don't like people rummaging through my things."

Wen Shu suddenly stood up. Li Duo looked at her and heard her ask through gritted teeth, "Where's the kitchen?"

A dozen minutes later, Wen Shu brought out a bowl of plain noodles and placed it on the table: "Mr. Li, my cooking skills are not very good, please make do with this."

Li Duo looked at the plain noodles on the table; there wasn't even a single vegetable hair in them—it really was just plain noodles.

Looking up at it in the light, I wondered, "What's that floating up there?"

"Just mix the seasonings in and it's ready to eat."

Li Duo didn't know if he really hadn't eaten or if he was just trying to pick a fight. He picked up his chopsticks, stirred the food, and took a bite.

He was a little puzzled. It looked like plain noodles, but the sweet and salty taste was just right, which suited his taste perfectly.

The portion of noodles was small; a small bowl was quickly finished.

"It's alright." He looked up. "Did they spit in it?"

Wen Shu scoffed, "Mr. Li, how afraid are you of tasting a woman's saliva?"

Li Duo wiped his mouth as he sat down, saying, "It's not like I've never tasted a woman's saliva before."

Wen Shu: "..."

Knowing he was referring to kissing, Wen Shu blushed and immediately changed the subject. "Mr. Li, I've delivered the cake, and you've eaten. Shouldn't you return my things?"