Chương 247: Pheasant Soup

Shen Yijia brought them to the small kitchen. As expected, the pheasants were locked up in the kitchen.

She put down the porcelain bowl and walked over to grab a pheasant. She stuffed it into Mo Yuan's hand and said firmly, "Go and stew it. You can eat it with Furball."

She was really too smart. Her beautiful husband's soup was saved.

Mo Yuan's hand that was holding the pheasant stiffened. "Young Master said that this would be used to nourish Miss's body."

Shen Yijia choked. This stubborn girl.

She did not say that her beautiful husband would not mind such words, because she knew Mo Yuan too well. She wasn't flexible in her thinking.

So she tried to be reasonable. "I didn't eat one this morning, right? So I technically saved one, and you can eat it."

"Is it up to my husband to decide what to do with my own things? I want you to stew it now. Isn't that enough?"

Mo Yuan nodded blankly. "Sure."