Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

The next morning, the sky was turning pale. Pei Luonan and Gu Fanxing finished their morning jogging exercise and were returning to the Gu family villa.

When they reached the old locust tree, Pei Luonan suddenly stopped, carefully picked up a complete maple leaf from the grass, and looked at Gu Fanxing: "Make it a bookmark, she will definitely like it."

Gu Fanxing stood on tiptoe and reached out to gently brush away the dead leaves that had fallen on his shoulders. When their fingertips touched, they both smiled embarrassedly, and the morning light cast a shy blush on their cheeks.

As soon as he entered the house, Pei Luonan neatly placed his sneakers on the shoe rack, took Gu Fanxing's sports towel, and reminded him: "Go change into dry clothes and don't catch a cold." Then he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

His tone was gentle but unyielding. Gu Fanxing looked at his back, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised, and the air was filled with a sweet scent.

When she changed her clothes and returned to the kitchen, she found that Pei Luonan had thoughtfully placed her usual cranberry honey water on the counter. There was also a sticky note on the wall of the cup: "Remember to drink water after exercise~"

The morning light shone through the glass onto Pei Luonan's tall nose, casting a soft halo on his focused eyebrows and eyes.

He took out the ingredients he had prepared in advance from the refrigerator. On the chopping board, there was fresh pork belly in red and white, the juicy leeks exuded a fresh fragrance, and the round eggs still had a faint residual warmth.

In front of the spice rack, he picked up his grandmother's homemade bean paste and smelled it, nodded with satisfaction, and muttered quietly: "Grandma must like this taste."

The process of kneading dough can be described as an elegant dance.

Pei Luonan's bony fingers gently pressed the dough, flour flying in his palms, the occasional fine dust dancing in the light of the beam. With the rhythmic movement of his wrist, the dough gradually became smooth and delicate. He deftly placed it into a porcelain bowl, covered it with a damp cloth, and waited for it to rise. During this break, he began to prepare the filling. The sharp kitchen knife made a regular clicking sound on the chopping board, and the pork belly was quickly transformed into a uniform mince.

He suddenly stopped, carefully checked the amount of scallions and ginger, and then said to himself: "Fanxing doesn't like minced ginger, so I have to chop it finer."

After adding chopped mushrooms, dried shrimps and chopped green onions, he took out his mobile phone and checked the recipe records taught by his grandmother, adding seasonings one by one, even precisely controlling the number of drops of oyster sauce.

Gu Fanxing leaned against the kitchen door frame, folded her arms and quietly admired his busy figure.

She didn't expect that the ruthless man in the business world would have such a homely side: his shirt sleeves were casually rolled up to his elbows, his hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, and there was a little flour on the tip of his nose.

This man who could debate with many people in the board meeting and finalize projects worth hundreds of millions of yuan while chatting and laughing, was now concentrating on fighting with the bun skin so that they could have a hot breakfast. This contrast made her heart warm.

She remembered the rainy night last month when Pei Luonan braved the rain to bring her the chestnut cake she had casually mentioned. He was soaked but smiled brightly and said, "My little princess wants to eat it, and no amount of rain can stop her."

And now, Pei Luonan was wrapping buns while humming her favorite song, and from time to time he looked up and blinked at her, making her cheeks hot.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, in California, it was evening.

Mother Gu and Father Gu sat on rattan chairs in the garden, their tea wafting white mist as the setting sun in the distance dyed the sky orange. Mother Gu flipped through the photos her daughter had sent on her phone, a smile on her face, and finally couldn't resist making a video call.

"Mom! Dad!" Gu Fanxing's smiling face instantly appeared on the screen, and the aroma of food wafted from behind her.

Just as Gu Ma was about to speak, her eyes were suddenly drawn to a figure swaying at the edge of the screen—Pei Luonan was standing on tiptoe to retrieve a steamer from the wall cabinet. His light blue apron looked a little funny on him, yet inexplicably cute. The small stool he was standing on was the one he had left behind when he came to help repair the chandelier last time.

"Is that Xiaonan? What is he doing?" Gu Ma leaned closer to the phone, her eyes full of surprise.

Gu Fanxing followed her mother's gaze and turned back, "He's making breakfast and said he wanted to show us his skills."

Before she finished speaking, grandma slowly came over, her wrinkled hands holding the phone. "Daughter! Look at Xiaonan, he really cares about us!" Grandma smiled until her eyes narrowed into slits. "Last night in the middle of the night, I kept saying I wanted to eat osmanthus cake, and this morning at five o'clock, he ran to a time-honored shop in the south of the city to buy fresh osmanthus flowers. He also brought back Fanxing's favorite sugar-roasted chestnuts!"

Father Gu watched Pei Luonan knead the dough as smoothly as if signing a business contract, and nodded: "This kid, he is also serious about doing housework."

Gu Ma watched Pei Luonan wrap the filling, and pinched each fold into the shape of a wheat ear. She smiled and said to Gu Fanxing, "This way, it will be easier for grandma to eat."

"I've always heard in the industry that he's ruthless, but I never thought..."

Before Gu Ma finished speaking, Pei Luonan suddenly turned around, scooped out a bowl of warm red date and white fungus soup from the thermos, and carefully handed it to Gu Fanxing: "You need to replenish your energy after exercise, be careful of the heat."

He blew on it carefully to make sure the temperature was right before handing it to her.

Gu Fanxing took a sip, and the sweet taste not only spread in her mouth, but also warmed her heart.

She playfully scooped up a spoonful and handed it to Pei Luonan's mouth: "Try it too."

Pei Luonan smiled and opened his mouth, and the interaction between the two was natural and intimate.

Grandma slapped her thigh and laughed so hard she was shaking. "Not only that! Last time I felt dizzy, Xiaonan stayed by my bedside all night. Now, every day he makes different kinds of herbal porridge for Fanxing. He's even more caring than me, her own grandmother!"

The old man's eyes moistened as he spoke, "We, the stars, are truly blessed."

In the kitchen, Pei Luonan seemed to notice the movement and looked up at the camera with his signature gentle smile.

"Hello, uncle and aunt." He was a little embarrassed. "Fanxing always said that grandma likes to eat soft buns, so I specially improved the recipe three times."

As he spoke, white smoke began to rise from the steamer. Pei Luonan put on heat-insulating gloves and carefully lifted the lid.

The fluffy, snow-white buns exude an enticing aroma, and the folds are as even as blooming flowers.

He first put the two most plump ones into grandma's bowl, then picked out a cute one and put it on Gu Fanxing's plate: "Try it and see if the saltiness is right."

Gu Fanxing took a bite, and the tender meat juice burst on the tip of her tongue. The dough was soft but not collapsed, with just the right wheat aroma.

Her eyes lit up instantly: "It tastes better than the ones in Michelin restaurants!" Seeing this, Pei Luonan raised the corners of his mouth in a doting arc, and reached out to gently wipe the soup from the corners of her mouth. This natural action made Gu Ma's eyes warm on the other end of the video.

"Xiaonan," Gu's mother's voice was a little choked, "Thank you for taking such good care of them."

Pei Luonan waved his hands quickly, his eyes firm: "Aunt, Uncle, Fanxing and grandma are the most important people to me. It is my unshirkable responsibility to take care of them and make them happy. You protected Fanxing when she was young, and it will be my turn to protect her in the future."

The morning light becomes brighter and brighter, and the breakfast on the table is steaming with warm mist.

Gu Fanxing secretly took a picture of this scene. In the photo, Pei Luonan's silhouette as he was concentrating on serving the porridge and his grandmother's kind smile constituted the most beautiful picture in the world.

On the other side of the video, Mrs. Gu and Mr. Gu looked at this happy scene, and the past memories came flooding back to their minds.

Mother Gu recalled that when her daughter was little, she always hoped that she would grow up. When she grew up, she hoped that she would become independent and was also worried that she would get hurt.

Now, seeing his daughter being held in Pei Luonan's palm and cared for, his heart finally settled down.

Dad Gu gently held Mom Gu's hand, and they smiled at each other, their eyes full of relief.

Mother Gu knew that Pei Luonan was not only her daughter's support, but also a new warm harbor for the family.

She and Dad Gu can finally rest assured and entrust their daughter's happiness to this trustworthy person.