Chapter 10 Wen Yanyu [Stunned]: He's so strange
After scooping out the cooked noodles, Wen Yanyu lowered her head slightly, skillfully added the seasonings, stirred them evenly, and finally poured a spoonful of hot soup over them.
The person in front of me was surrounded by the aroma of fireworks, and every move they made carried an inexplicable attraction.
Whether it was the aroma of the food or something else, Duan Mufeng unconsciously swallowed, his eyes fixed on Wen Yanyu, unable to look away.
At first glance, it didn't seem like much, but when you see Wen Yanyu and Duan Mufeng side by side, Wen Yanyu suddenly seems so small.
[Such a slim waist, I want to hug you.]
[Tsk tsk tsk, someone's eyes are practically glued to the screen.]
[By the way, does anyone else think Wen Yanyu has lost a lot of weight? I remember watching him on a talent show about six months ago, his face was still a bit chubby, but now he looks like a gust of wind could blow him over.]
[It's all her own fault. She's been acting like she's going to die for this guy every day. She used to like him, but now she gets annoyed just looking at him.]
[He was an exceptionally well-behaved idol during the talent show period—very obedient and hardworking, maintaining a normal professional image, making it hard not to gain a following among mothers. But then, inexplicably, he got involved with Fu Hanchuan, and suddenly his personality changed completely, disregarding the well-being of his fans and himself.]
I get annoyed by people who are obsessed with romance; I just can't bring myself to like them.
[Although... hahaha, Fu Hanchuan is the largest shareholder and actual controller of Fuxin Group, a young entrepreneur who became the richest man in China. Why are the comments making him sound like some nobody? Hahaha, help!]
Wen Yanyu scooped the cooked meatballs out of the pot, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and tasted them.
Duan Mufeng stepped forward, placing one hand on Wen Yanyu's side. His tall figure enveloped Wen Yanyu, appearing from a distance as if he were embracing her.
The two suddenly closed the distance, and Wen Yanyu subconsciously moved to the side.
Duan Mufeng suddenly spoke up: "May I try one?"
The other person was just busy running around; they're probably hungry.
Wen Yanyu nodded, "Okay, but the flavor is a bit bland, I'll go first..."
Duan Mufeng leaned down slightly, grabbed his wrist, and used the chopsticks in his hand to bite off the remaining half of the meatball.
Wen Yanyu's hand froze, and she stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
"It's already very delicious." Duan Mufeng's eyes were filled with laughter as she stared straight at him. "Your cooking is really good."
The man's tone was tinged with amusement.
The emotions in her eyes were incomprehensible to him and made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Wen Yanyu pursed her lips, trying to avoid it, and exerted a little force in her hand, preparing to break free from the other party's grip.
Duan Mufeng then distanced himself and changed the subject, his intimacy and naturalness immediately dispelling the previous unusual behavior.
Wen Yanyu was silent for a few seconds, thinking that her previous interactions with Fu Hanchuan seemed to be similar.
She lowered her head, put down her chopsticks, and secretly wondered if she had been controlled by the plot for too long and hadn't made any new friends, making her unable to adapt to close relationships.
only.
He didn't dislike being close to Fu Hanchuan.
Wen Yanyu shook her head, no longer dwelling on her earlier discomfort, and continued to add some seasonings to the meatballs, then turned on the heat and cooked them again for a little while.
[Duan Luobo, you really are...]
Why does Wen Yanyu seem so clueless? Doesn't he like men?
[He probably only likes Fu Hanchuan; other men are just ordinary men in his eyes.]
To be fair, Fu Hanchuan is undeniably handsome. At first, I thought he was just a wealthy businessman, but after watching his interview, wow, what a handsome and charming man! Well… Wen Yanyu's reaction isn't entirely incomprehensible.
[I remember someone revealed that Wen He and Fu were good friends before, right? That was a case of their friendship souring, haha.]
[Impossible. What is Fu's status? What is Wen Yanyu's status? Friends? Fu is just unlucky to have been entangled with.]
At the dining table.
Sang Yu took the noodles Wen Yanyu offered and politely thanked him.
Duan Mufeng picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, saying indistinctly as he ate, "This taste is absolutely amazing!"
Jiang Wanrou nodded in agreement.
The little guy is really good at cooking.
Jiang Keyan, who had been starving for half a day, had her mouth stuffed full, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster, and she couldn't help but chime in, "Waaah, thank goodness for Aunt Jiang and Yan Yu, otherwise I would have blown up the kitchen."
Wen Yanyu sat quietly at the table and ate the small dish of rice that had been soaked in clear broth.
Jiang Wanrou glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and frowned slightly.
The meal proceeded in a slightly eerie atmosphere, and the group gradually finished eating.
Duan Mufeng's gaze remained fixed on the person opposite him. Distracted, he casually picked up the last piece of fish from his bowl, put it in his mouth, chewed it haphazardly a few times, and swallowed it.
However, in the next second, Duan Mufeng's expression suddenly changed.
A violent coughing fit rang out, and Duan Mufeng clutched his throat tightly, trying to swallow the fishbone stuck there.
But the feeling of something stuck in his throat wouldn't go away; the fishbone seemed to be deliberately working against him, remaining firmly lodged there.
"What's wrong?" Lu Mingxu frowned and asked worriedly.
Sang Yu also looked up.
"Oh my god, Radish, did you choke on a fish bone?" Jiang Keyan put down her chopsticks and took a few steps to walk around to Duan Mufeng.
Duan Mufeng's face turned bright red, and he couldn't help but cough a few more times, his hand pressed against his chest, looking like he was in great pain.
Jiang Wanrou brought over a glass of water: "How about you eat something to calm your nerves?"
Duan Mufeng hurriedly waved his hand: "No, cough..."
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