Ye Moyuan didn't say a word and continued eating elegantly.

  Basically, whatever dish Luo Yao picks up a chopstick for, he immediately follows suit.

  Watching her eat with a mouthful of oil and chewing vigorously, he thought that dish must be incredibly delicious.

  It's been a long time since I've seen someone eat with such relish and gusto, it's infectious to his appetite.

  Since Little Donkey arrived, he felt that food had also become more fragrant.

  Hong Xin saw that Ye Mo Yuan didn't take himself seriously, and his heart felt even more wronged. His gaze at Luo Yao became extremely cold and sinister.

  "Brother Mo Yuan! She hit me today, pressed me into the washbasin and humiliated me, and even took a photo to ruin my reputation." Hong Xin said with great grievance and pitifulness, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. "He Tang Yue Xue has always been my maid, but she actually scolded me as a useless good-for-nothing!"

  Ye Moyuan glanced at Luo Yao, seeing her silently focusing on eating, not even bothering to explain, and knew that 80% of what Hong Xin said was true.

  The little donkey's means he wasn't inexperienced, as long as she wanted to, there was nothing she didn't dare to do.

  Kan Ye Mo Yuan remained unmoved, Hong Xin couldn't help but reach out and grab his hand as he was about to pick up the thousand-leaf tofu.

  Just saw Xiao Lui donkey eating two mouthfuls of that dish in a row, it must be delicious.

  His hand had just reached out when it was caught by Hong Xin. He gazed coldly at her hand, and the temperature around him dropped instantly.

  Hong Xin let go of his hand immediately, with an expression of being greatly wronged: "She said that if I dared to tell you about this and have you send her out of Ye Yuan, she would be grateful to me. Mo Yuan Gege! In her eyes, you are simply worthless."

  Luoyao turned her head and looked at Hongxin who was sowing discord, and naturally furrowed her brow.

  I always thought that Da Ming Xing Hong Xin's screen image of being cold and hard came from her life, but it seems I misunderstood, the deviation is too big.

  Hong Xin in life is actually a white lotus flower, and has nothing to do with being cold and hard.

  Ye Moyuan continued eating his tofu dish, unmoved by Hong Xin's words.

  Luoyao didn't respond to her and didn't even bother to explain, continuing to eat her favorite dish.

  Today's soup is not bad, braised pork ribs with corn, fresh and fragrant.

  Luoyao raised her hand to hit it, but Xiaoshe took it over and filled it for her.

  Before it was even placed in front of Luo Yao, Hong Xin coldly spoke up: "Put the soup down, I want it."

  Xiao She's expression stiffened, unsure of how to proceed. A bowl of soup was held in her hand, and she didn't know who to give it to first.

  "I'm giving it to you, didn't you hear?" Hong Xin pulled over Xiao She's hand and took the soup away.

  Ye Mo Yuan never refuted his own words, which means that this woman is simply not worth mentioning in his eyes.

  What's the big deal about snatching a bowl of soup from her? In time, she'll snatch away even her own man.

  Hong Xin savored the hot and sour soup with relish.

  Ye Moyuan picked up a spoon and ladled out a bowl of soup, placing it in front of Luo Yao.

  This move stunned everyone in the restaurant.

  Heavens! What has Young Master done? Personally serving soup to Young Madam?

  This is treatment that even the old master has never had before.

  Hong Xin watched Ye Mo Yuan's movements and almost exploded with anger, her previous smugness disappearing without a trace.

  She said so much and did so much, but it's still not as good as a stinky woman who doesn't say a word?

  Suddenly felt that the bowl of soup in hand turned into plain water, face turned green with anger.

  Luoyao didn't even look at the bowl of soup that Yemengyuan had prepared for her, and instead picked up another bowl to serve herself.

  She was supposed to fight for herself anyway.

  The woman who doesn't know how to appreciate kindness, Night Ink gave her a bowl of soup he made himself, and she's still not satisfied?

  Looking at that bowl of soup, Hong Xin really wanted to grab it back again.

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