Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1710 Cooking for Him

The next morning, Nan slowly woke up, feeling a little dizzy and her throat so dry it felt like it was on fire.

She yawned unconsciously, stretched lazily, and then groggily got out of bed, dragging her lazy steps toward the kitchen, wanting nothing more than to find a glass of water to soothe her parched throat.

As she sleepily walked into the kitchen, she was instantly startled by the sight before her, her sleepiness vanishing in an instant.

Nan Yifeng was wearing an adorable cartoon apron, busily stir-frying food in front of the stove, his movements skillful and elegant.

An enticing aroma filled the kitchen, wafting into Nan Weiwei's nose and making her stomach rumble with anticipation.

She looked closely and saw that several exquisite dishes had already been laid out on the table.

There was golden pumpkin porridge that looked soft, sticky, and sweet, with a few bright red goji berries floating on top. There were also fresh and tender stir-fried seasonal vegetables, each leaf seemingly telling a story of freshness and health.

There are also white and tender steamed eggs, with a smooth, mirror-like surface and a faint egg aroma.

These dishes are a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate; just looking at them makes one's mouth water.

However, Nan Weiwei's expression gradually darkened. She was someone who couldn't live without spicy food; she felt that food was tasteless without chili peppers.

But all the dishes in front of me were as bland as plain water, without a trace of chili peppers.

Her brows furrowed, a surge of anger rising within her. She thought to herself: What on earth is Nan Yifeng up to? Who is all this stuff for? Could it really be as he said last night, cooking for his "third party"? That's going too far, actually coming to her house to cook for his "third party."

Nan Weiwei grew angrier the more she thought about it. She put her hands on her hips and loudly questioned, "Nan Yifeng, what are you doing? Who are these bland dishes for?" Her voice trembled with anger.

Nan Yifeng was startled by Nan Weiwei's sudden question. He stopped what he was doing, turned around, looked at Nan Weiwei's angry face, was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

He said softly, "Weiwei, you're awake. Come and lend a hand."

His voice was gentle and patient, as if he were soothing a ruffled kitten.

Nan Weiwei became even angrier upon hearing this. She raised her voice and said, "Give me a hand? Nan Yifeng, you've gone too far! You know perfectly well that I don't like bland food, you're just deliberately trying to annoy me! You're so blatant in cooking for the three of you."

His cheeks turned red with anger, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Nan Yifeng was completely dumbfounded, his mind a jumbled mess, and he had no idea what Nan Weiwei was asking him.

His eyes widened, and he stammered, "Weiwei, what 'three'... these dishes are for..."

Before she could finish speaking, Nan Weiwei exploded like a firecracker that had been lit.

She stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed red with anger, and shouted, "Nan Yifeng, you're still pretending! You know I can't live without spicy food, look at this bland, watery stuff you made, is it for me? Who is that 'three'? Li Shanshan? College student Lili? Get lost! Don't go too far."

Her voice was sharp and shrill, as if it could turn the whole house upside down.

Nan Yifeng was stunned for a moment when he saw Nan Weiwei's jealous expression. Then, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, revealing a smile full of doting affection.

He thought to himself: This little girl clearly cares about me so much, yet she keeps arguing about breaking up every day. She's just being hypocritical.

When Nan Weiwei saw that Nan Yifeng was still smiling, her anger surged even higher.

She was trembling with rage, pointing her finger at Nan Yifeng and shouting at the top of her lungs, "How dare you laugh! Do you think I'm easy to bully? If you don't explain that 'third party' clearly today, I'm not done with you!"

Seeing that Nan Weiwei was really angry, Nan Yifeng dared not joke around anymore.

He hurriedly took out his phone and called Fu Yanchen.

As soon as the call connected, Fu Yanchen's slightly anxious voice came through the receiver: "Is the food ready?"

Nan Weiwei was stunned when she heard the voice on the phone, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She stared blankly at Nan Yifeng, her lips trembling slightly, and muttered to herself, "What does this mean? You cook for Fu Yanchen, does that mean the two of you... are the true love? What about me and Xiaoxiao, you scumbags! You two love each other so much, yet you come to ruin us."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it almost turned into sobs, tears welling up in her eyes as if they might fall at any moment.

Nan Yifeng was both amused and exasperated by Nan Weiwei's wild imagination. He shook his head helplessly and was about to explain when Fu Yanchen on the other end of the phone couldn't help but yell, "Nan Weiwei, are you out of your mind?! You're the one who likes to be gay! This is for Xiaoxiao!"

"What... Laugh... Laugh... No, Fu Yanchen, do you lie without thinking? And you're using Xiaoxiao as an excuse? I'm going to tell Xiaoxiao."

Fu Yanchen: "Nan Weiwei, you should see a neurologist. Aunt Hou has a recipe for Xiaoxiao to stimulate her appetite, and Nan Yifeng Restaurant happens to have those ingredients, so I asked him to help prepare it. Who knew he would go to your place to cook it? Can you please stop overthinking all the time and misunderstanding people so easily!"

When Nan Weiwei heard Fu Yanchen's explanation, she was stunned. The anger and grievance on her face vanished instantly, replaced by embarrassment and shame.

She kept her head down, twisting the hem of her clothes with her hands, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz: "I...I didn't know what was going on...I thought..."

"What did you think? That I like men?"

Nan Weiwei...

Seeing Nan Weiwei's pitiful appearance, Nan Yifeng stepped forward, gently put his arm around her shoulder, and said softly, "It's alright, Weiwei, don't be sad. It's my fault for not explaining things to you beforehand, which made you misunderstand."

Nan Wei raised her head and looked at Nan Yifeng, "Nan Yifeng... it's all your fault... why didn't you explain clearly just now that this was for Xiaoxiao? Were you deliberately trying to embarrass me?"

Nan Yifeng, "Weiwei, you've completely wronged me! Was it me who wouldn't speak? You didn't give me a chance! You interrupted me before I could even finish speaking! I..."

Nan Weiwei... well, she was wrong, but... he could have told her last night, but he kept her in suspense and embarrassed her, especially in front of that bastard Fu Yanchen. Just thinking about it made her angry.

I turned to leave the kitchen, but as I turned back, I realized...