Chapter 901: Yun Yiyi's Counterattack (14)

And, what does it mean that everything in the future is based on her own interests, and she doesn't have to think about him?

This sentence made Yun Yiyi feel quite uncomfortable.

"Husband......" After she came back to her senses, she couldn't help but look at Fei Mo.

At this moment, Fei Mo moved his gaze away from Yun Yiyi.

"I don't know why I suddenly want to eat shrimp slippery ......" he said very casually, and the next moment, he looked at the housekeeper and said, "Go and scald the shrimp slip for me." ”

Faced with what the eldest young master Fei Mo asked the eldest young grandmother Yun Yiyi to do, Uncle Zhao was also stunned.

However, what shocked him the most was the words of the eldest young master at this moment.

Although the spicy hot pot uses the best ingredients, the young master's weak stomach still can't bear it.

And, shrimp slippery?

This is shrimp, and the young master is allergic to shrimp.

After eating it once, you can ask the doctor to give him infusion treatment.

"Young master, the hot pot is spicy, not to mention that you are still allergic to shrimp......" he looked at Fei Mo and said cautiously.

Fei Mofeng's eyes instantly froze.

Uncle Zhao was so frightened by this look that he suddenly trembled.

But he didn't walk to the hot pot full of chili peppers on the table not far away, but looked at Yun Yiyi to the side.

This is such an obvious thing, as long as the young grandmother agrees to fill a notepad, the young master will not eat spicy shrimp.

On the contrary, if she refuses, then what awaits the young master is the doctor's treatment.

Yun Yiyi just wanted to open her mouth to refuse Fei Mo, but when she heard what he said, she heard him.

She hurriedly said to Fei Mo: "I write, I write, I write immediately." ”

Fei Mo's physical condition, she knows very well that she can't eat spicy food, and she is even more allergic to shrimp.

And let her write a notebook full of these words he said, the purpose of which is to make her remember it for a long time.

She looked at Fei Mo with a flat mouth and an aggrieved face, maybe he was afraid of being soft-hearted, so he didn't look at himself.

She turned her head to look at the tumbling hot pot again, and the aroma of spicy hot pot floating in the air.

Her whole person is not good.

Obviously, the hot pot is right in front of her.

She could only smell the smell of the hot pot, and then looked pitifully at the hot pot without eating.

Black belly!

His husband is too black-bellied!

He had told her that Ellie's business was over!

In the blink of an eye, he took her to sit in front of the hot pot, made her want to eat but couldn't eat, scratched her ears and cheeks in a hurry, and then asked her to copy what he said as a punishment for her long memory!

He knew that it was impossible for him to eat these spicy hot pots when he was not in good health, so he said that he wanted to eat shrimp slippery.

Yes......

Her husband is too dark-bellied.

As a foodie, it's terrible to see that your favorite food can't be eaten in front of you.

Even the favorite fountain pen of Princess Rainier III of Monaco!

Even if the pen is inlaid with priceless diamonds and gemstones!

At this moment, in her heart, the pen in her hand is not as good as a chili pepper in a hot pot.

She took the pen and hurriedly wrote what her husband had just said, not falling a word.

One word.

She glanced up at the hot pot.

Two words.

She glanced up at the hot pot again.

Food as a punishment tool, which she can never forget for the rest of her life.

Uncle Zhao looked at Yun Yiyi with a hint of distress in his eyes.

He looked at the eldest young master, Fei Mo.

Helpless.

It seems that this time the young grandmother did something to make the young master unhappy again.

Otherwise, the young master who has always pampered her on the tip of his heart would never punish her so hard-heartedly.

Fei Mo glanced at Yun Yiyi, looking at her aggrieved little face, there was a trace of unbearability in his eyes, but he didn't ask her not to write, he just turned his head away from looking at her, and tried to harden his heart.

Inside the restaurant, there was silence.

The aroma of the hot pot floated in the air, and there were tools to extract these strong smells, and the spicy smell was very faint, and Fei Mo sat far away, so it didn't make him feel uncomfortable.

After Yun Yiyi finally wrote one, her right hand was sore and tired.

In the 21st century, everyone has a computer and a mobile phone, and few people can write with a pen.

And she has been working and can use a pen, and now she has not worked for a long time, and the pen has not been touched, and suddenly she writes so continuously, her fingers hurt.

"Husband, my fingers holding the pen hurt." She looked at Fei Mo, who still didn't look at herself, and said weakly.

Fei Mo, who was in a wheelchair, didn't look at Yun Yiyi just because she spoke.

At this moment, the wheelchair slid and he arrived at the hot pot table.

This scene frightened Yun Yiyi's face pale, and she hurriedly changed her words loudly: "It doesn't hurt, my hand doesn't hurt at all, I continue to write, don't eat, don't eat." ”

Uncle Zhao's eyes were full of worry when he looked at Fei Mo.

Fei Mo glanced at the dishes on the table, stretched out his finger and pointed to two dishes, and then he returned to Yun Yiyi.

At this moment, Yun Yiyi was obviously relieved to see that Fei Mo did not eat hot pot.

She reached out and flipped through the page, holding a pen and writing down the words that Fei Mo asked her to write.

A plate of cold cucumbers.

A plate of beef in sauce.

A vegetable salad.

Three portions of food were placed in front of Yun Yiyi.

For a moment, she couldn't help but look at her husband Fei Mo when she looked at the side dishes in front of her, and her eyes were full of gentle touch.

She looked at Fei Mo and said to him, "Husband, you are the best for me." ”

He said that she was not allowed to eat if she couldn't finish writing, but he still cared about himself very much, and he knew that he would not be able to finish writing for a while, so he was very considerate to bring himself the side dishes that he usually likes to eat.

The weather is hot, and it is the time to eat cold side dishes, and the sauced beef made by the chef at home has always been her favorite side dish.

Uncle Zhao looked at Yun Yiyi appropriately and said, "This cucumber was sent by Mr. Yun, so I asked the kitchen to specially adjust the side dishes." ”

When Yun Yiyi heard this, she couldn't help but swallow the saliva in her mouth again.

"It turned out to be a cucumber sent by my brother, so I'm going to eat it." She said to Uncle Zhao with joy.

A pair of carved silver chopsticks were placed next to the sauced beef, and she hurriedly put down the pen in her hand and reached out to get the chopsticks.

At this time, a pair of big hands with clear and slender bones picked up the pair of chopsticks in one step, and the next moment, she saw Fei Mo holding the chopsticks and holding a piece of cucumber in her mouth and chewing slowly.

"Old ...... Husband ......"

She stared blankly at Fei Mo.

What does this mean?

Uncle Zhao was also stunned when he saw this situation.

Only then did he realize that the maid had only taken a pair of chopsticks.

This......

Fei Mo, who had never looked at Yun Yiyi, looked at her, and he said with praise in his eyes: "The cucumber is tender and juicy, sweet and sour, and very appetizing." ”

Yun Yiyi looked at Fei Mo with a look of enjoyment, and she swallowed.

Katz.

Katz.

The crisp sound of him chewing a cucumber in his mouth sounded to her like the most beautiful sound in the world at the moment.

I'm so hungry.

My stomach is so empty.

I really want to eat.

She wanted to eat everything Fei Mo ate, and she hated to snatch something from his mouth to eat.

She looked at the table, the dishes, the notepad, the pens, and then there was no second pair of chopsticks.

Why only one pair of chopsticks?

"Husband, bring the food, you can take your own chopsticks, not mine." She said to him with a flat mouth, and the next moment, she got up from her chair, "Forget it, I'll go get the chopsticks myself." ”

Fei Mo stared at Yun Yiyi's meaning and said, "Did I say that these dishes are for you to eat?" ”