The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

Snowflakes are like a group of graceful dancers, showing off their dancing moves on the winter stage.

Today Yan Mu specifically said that he would invite everyone to have beef hotpot together.

"Come, come, the fresh beef is here, sirloin, fillet, tripe, tendon, ribeye, and fresh hand-made beef balls." Yan Mu held the plates of meat in both hands and presented them on the table one plate after another like magic.

"Wow, so rich." Even Liang Chuxin, who usually doesn't talk much, swallowed her saliva at this moment, her eyes shining.

Mo Mo looked up at him. At this moment, he was like a bright star in the sun, handsome and dazzling. He loved life and liked to find happiness in the bustle. With him around, Mo Mo felt at ease and continued to sit by the fire and fiddle with his roasted sweet potatoes.

After the meat dishes are served, various vegetables and side dishes are served.

"Wow! I can smell a very fragrant aroma, and I suddenly feel hungry." Ouyang Xiaoming said with a smile and naturally put the red wine he brought on the dining table.

After finding Mo Mo sitting quietly by the fire, he walked towards her holding one of the paper bags.

"Thank you for inviting me to have hotpot with you today. The weather is cold and I don't know what to give you, so I picked out a pair of plush earmuffs for you." As he said that, Ouyang Xiaoming handed the paper bag to Mo Mo.

"Thank you! Actually, you don't have to buy a gift." Mo Mo took the paper bag but had no intention of opening it.

"Don't you want to take a look?" Ouyang Xiaoming asked her with sparkling eyes.

Under his expectant gaze, Mo Mo tried on the snow-white fur earmuffs. When she looked up, she saw Zhao Wenting coming over to the dining table in the courtyard.

For some reason, Mo Mo subconsciously felt that it would not be good if he saw it.

"How's it going? Do you like it?"

"Yes, thank you." Mo Mo smiled at Ouyang Xiaoming, then took off the earmuffs and put them back into the paper bag: "You go sit over at the dining table first, I'll cook the roasted sweet potatoes."

Ouyang Xiaoming came to the dining table and blinked, stunned. This was the first time he saw the true face of Zhao Wenting, the second son of the Zhao family. Surprise was written on his face, and he felt a little helpless with his hands hanging down.

"Hello, Master Zhao. I am Ouyang Xiaoming from the Bureau of Strange Affairs."

Zhao Wenting didn't want to respond to his greeting. He just glanced at him calmly and said coldly, "Pei Ming, I remember that the bureau had issued a rule a long time ago that fellow officers in the bureau were not allowed to have romantic relationships. Did I remember it wrongly?"

"Yes, sir, it has been issued." Pei Ming, who was standing behind him, replied.

"Then I wonder what kind of relationship Mr. Ouyang has with Mo Mo now? I think it's very dangerous. I'm just giving you a few words of warning as Mo Mo's master." Although he had a charming smile on his lips, his eyes inadvertently revealed a chilling viciousness.

Ouyang Xiaoming felt his legs trembling after seeing this. He glanced at Mo Mo who was still sitting by the fire, then turned back and hurriedly explained to Zhao Wenting: "Master Zhao, it's not what you think. Mo Mo and I are just ordinary friends. Although I like her, I know I am not worthy of her."

"Very well, of course you are not worthy of it." Zhao Wenting turned his seemingly deep and calm gaze to Mo Mo who was still sitting by the fire, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking in his heart.

On the other side, Liang Chuxin and Yan Mu, who were washing vegetables, unexpectedly formed a 'melon-eating team', eating melons while washing vegetables.

"What do you think is wrong with Mr. Zhao today? Why is he picking on Xiaoming right away?" The straight man Yan Mu said he didn't understand.

Liang Chuxin's lips curved up into a beautiful arc. She looked at Mo Mo, who knew nothing, and then looked at Zhao Wenting, and said, "Haven't you figured it out yet? He's afraid that someone will snatch her away from him. This should be the so-called possessive desire."

"Ah? He is not Mo Mo's boyfriend. As her brother, I don't care so much about him. Why does he care so much about her?" Yan Mu lowered his voice and whispered, feeling that he was being a bit nosy.

"Think about it carefully. Who is he angry at every time? And come to think of it, this rule of 'no love' seems to have been issued by him personally. Don't you think he is very similar to the male lead in the recent hit TV series 'Love Rules'?" Liang Chuxin was smart for once. She seemed to have seen through everything, and there was a smug light in her eyes.

"What love rules and regulations? I don't read those things." Yan Mu shook his head with a look of disgust.

"Isn't this the point I want to make?" Liang Chuxin was speechless.

Yan Mu washed the radish again and followed Liang Chuxin's thoughts. Suddenly, he understood something and asked, "You mean... he likes my sister?"

Liang Chuxin nodded, then shook her head.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not too sure either. Further observation is needed to be sure." Liang Chuxin didn't dare to say with certainty whether her idea was correct.

"Then tell me, does Mo Mo know about this situation himself?" Yan Mu asked again in a low voice.

"Of course I don't know. The way Mr. Zhao expresses himself is something that most people can't tell." Liang Chuxin narrowed her eyes slightly. "Besides, is he the type that Mo Mo likes?"

"If that's the case, then as her brother I must keep a close eye on her." For some reason, Yan Mu suddenly felt like a hen protecting her chicks.

"Let's observe first." Liang Chuxin patted his shoulder and said, then carried the washed vegetables and walked towards the dining table.

After more than ten minutes, all the dishes were ready and Mo Mo's baked sweet potatoes were also cooked.

She was the last one to arrive at the table, carrying a plate of hot sweet potatoes.

"Here, this is for Chu Xin, this is for Brother Amu, this is for Master, this is for Pei Ming, this is for Xiao Ming, and this is mine." She distributed the steaming sweet potatoes to everyone's plate, then said with a smile, "Eat quickly, this is best eaten while it's hot."

While eating, Mo Mo looked at Zhao Wenting sitting there looking at his sweet potato without touching it, so he stood up and brought him a small spoon. A charming smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and then he said mockingly: "My dear master, I'm sorry, I forgot that you have been used to fine clothes and delicious food since you were a child. Here, you can use this spoon to eat it."

Zhao Wenting took the spoon and really started eating.

Liang Chuxin and Yan Mu looked at each other strangely without saying anything.

Afterwards, Mo Mo questioned Ouyang Xiaoming, who seemed a little abnormal, and only then did she know about the intimidating behaviors Zhao Wenting had taken before the meal. So she became more and more angry while washing the dishes, and she dropped the dish towel and walked towards the west wing where Zhao Wenting lived.

Liang Chuxin and Yan Mu also hurried to follow, but they were not there to follow the theory, but to watch the show.

As a result, Mo Mo's argument failed and she was instead provoked by Zhao Wenting's words.

She walked out of the west wing listlessly, like a deflated balloon.

[Yes, why did I come to the Supernatural Bureau? The research project has not made any progress in the past few days, and my spiritual power has not yet been upgraded. With my current spiritual power level, I may not even be selected for the competition, let alone participate in it. Looking at myself now... am I enjoying my comfort a little too much? ]

Looking at the dark sky, Mo Mo's thoughts were like snowflakes dancing in the air, slowly falling down.

Even Mo Mo herself didn't expect that she would be successfully PUA'd by Zhao Wenting.

In the following days, Mo Mo got up earlier and went to bed later than usual. Faced with the cold blizzard weather, she developed a high fever.

When she had a high fever and was in a daze, she seemed to see Zhao Wenting's worried expression.

The fever has gone away and I have a big red scarf around my neck, which makes me feel warm.