After the divorce, Feng Ye begged for reconciliation every day.

Going upstairs and down, looking at Aunt Guan's cheek with another wrinkle, Shi Moran felt very uncomfortable. In fact, whether it is the old lady Feng or Aunt Guan, they really have nothing to say to her, never because of her. A fool has two faces to her.

"Madam, you are awake."

As soon as Aunt Guan looked up, she saw Shi Moran standing at the top of the stairs, a happy smile appeared on her face, and she walked over at a faster pace.

"Aunt Guan."

Shi Moran quickly ran down the stairs and hugged Aunt Guan, "Aunt Guan, long time no see."

"Ma'am, you can't run down the stairs like this next time. What if you fall? Master Feng and I will be worried."

Aunt Guan gently stroked Shi Moran's back, although her words were full of reproaches, her tone was concerned and eager.

"Okay, Ranran knows."

Shi Moran straightened up, squinted his eyes and nodded to Aunt Guan with a smile. ,

"I haven't eaten for a day, so I'm starving."

Aunt Guan took Shi Moran's hand kindly and asked.

"Well, I'm so hungry."

Shi Moran nodded heavily.

Although leaving the Feng family and regaining her freedom had always been her original purpose of marrying into the Feng family, but after she really left, she felt that all the places she stayed at didn't feel like home at all to her.

Until she came back here again, the warmth of home wrapped her up, making her feel a warmth that could not be described in words, no matter from the outside or from the inside.

"The food is ready, it's just waiting for you and Lord Feng."

Aunt Guan smiled kindly, Madam really hasn't changed much from before.

As soon as she finished saying this, she saw Feng Yichen at the top of the stairs, and she immediately called out, "Master Feng."

"Ah."

Feng Yichen only responded lightly.

When she came to the restaurant, Shi Moran couldn't help licking the corner of her mouth when she saw the table full of delicious food. The table was full of her favorite food in Feng's family.

Aunt Guan, you are so caring.

"Eat quickly, look at your greediness."

Feng Yichen walked to the table and stretched out his hand to pull away the chair beside the table.

Shi Moran glanced at him, without any scruples, walked over and sat down on the chair, wiped his hands with a damp cloth, and then picked up the chopsticks.

"I moved my chopsticks."

After finishing speaking, she picked up the chicken leg and gnawed on it.

The mouth is full of meaty aroma.

Feng Yichen pulled away the chair beside her and sat beside her, watching her devouring the food, he turned his head to look at Aunt Guan, "Aunt Guan, two glasses of milk."

"Yes, Lord Feng."

Although Aunt Guan will not understand why Feng Yichen's attitude towards Shi Moran is so different for a while, she dare not relax in Feng Yichen's instructions.

After a while, Aunt Guan placed two glasses of milk in front of Feng Yichen.

"Cough cough..."

When he gnawed the last bite of meat on the chicken leg, Shi Moran suddenly choked.

Just as she was anxiously looking for water on the table, a glass of milk appeared in front of her eyes out of thin air.

Without thinking too much, she immediately took the milk from Feng Yichen's hand, then raised her head and drank it in big gulps.

Aunt Guan: "..."

It turned out that without her knowing, Lord Feng was already familiar with his wife's habits to an outrageous degree.

"Is it better?"

Feng Yichen patted her on the back lightly, his voice was so gentle that it was amazing.

Aunt Guan was stunned again, oh my god, is this still their family's Lord Feng?

"Well, better."

Shi Moran put down the milk cup that was drunk to the last drop, sure enough, one should not be too impatient or too greedy when eating.

However, facing this table of her favorite food, she really wanted to have a bite.

"Eat some braised pork ribs."

Feng Yichen picked up a piece of braised pork ribs and put it in Shi Moran's bowl.

"okay."

Shi Moran picked up the chopsticks, picked up the ribs and put them in his mouth.

When she lowered her head again, half a bowl of dishes had piled up in her originally empty bowl, and none of them was repeated.

She looked at the pair of chopsticks with the braised beef in her empty bowl, and followed the chopsticks to look at the user Feng Yichen.

Could he be too much for her?

"Okay, I want to eat, I will pick it up myself."

she opened her mouth.

This kind of Feng Yichen really made her uncomfortable.

"it is good."

Feng Yichen nodded in response.

Shi Moran withdrew his gaze and pursed his lips depressedly. When did Feng Yichen's attitude towards her change?

depressed!

She, Shi Moran, is such a big foodie, she actually thinks about other things when faced with delicious food.

That's not her style.

Food, in her heart, always ranks first.

With her head down, she picked up the chopsticks again and ate the food in the bowl.

Meanwhile, Aunt Guan was stunned. She had been in the Feng family for so long, if she remembered correctly, Master Feng didn't eat seafood.

However, the current Lord Feng is holding shrimps and peeling them one by one.

Put the whole prawns on a plate.

A whole plate of shrimp came into his hands, and it turned into a tempting and delicious, but neat shrimp meat.

"Give."

Feng Yichen pushed the neatly arranged plate of shrimp meat in front of Shi Moran.

Looking at the plate of shrimp meat that was arranged meticulously, Shi Moran blinked, then turned his head suddenly to look at Feng Yichen.

I saw that his slender hands were slightly stained with oil.

This plate of shrimp was actually peeled by him himself?

why?

What about his cleanliness?
When did it disappear?

Just when Shi Moran was puzzled, she clearly saw Feng Yichen frown, and kept wiping his hands with a damp cloth.

Repeatedly, wiped and wiped, not only that, he also wiped it several times with wet paper towels and dry paper towels.

After that, his frown was slowly relaxed.

With a long straight face, it doesn't look so scary anymore.

Shi Moran: "..."

Since he obviously hated peeling shrimp, why would he do it?
Tired of being idle?

Feng Yichen, he wouldn't be so boring.

Uh, I have to say, such an abnormal Feng Yichen made her feel inexplicably afraid.

It made her feel from time to time that he did all this to plant a very, very big conspiracy.

"Why don't you eat?"

Feng Yichen looked at Shi Moran who hadn't touched the plate of shrimp, and asked.

Could it be that she doesn't like eating shrimp anymore?

"Feng Yichen, tell me the truth, whether or not what you want to do will work. I'm terrified of you."

Shi Moran put down his chopsticks, and said to Feng Yichen seriously.

There's something to discuss, don't mess with this, she's flustered.