Having been reborn, why would he be afraid of Mr. Gu, who still has a white moonlight?

Song Wanwan is a woman of action; she does what she says she will do.

After she finished breakfast, she prepared to go to the small kitchen in the back to find Uncle Zhang.

As soon as we arrived at the living room on the first floor, Grandpa Gu was sitting on the sofa, and a man and a woman were sitting on the sofa opposite him.

Gu Tingyao placed his hand on the sofa armrest, his fingers casually tapping the sofa surface, looking lazy and carefree.

As Song Wanwan came downstairs, he glanced at her sideways and said with a wicked smile, "Did you have insomnia last night, Wan'er? You're only getting up now."

Song Wanwan blushed and glared at him, "Oh dear! Yes, there was an annoying dog barking outside my window all night, disturbing my sleep!"

Gu Tingyao chuckled, "It's not Baymax, is it? It needs a good beating. It disturbs people's sleep, it deserves to die!"

Song Wanwan retorted, "It wasn't Da Bai, it was that annoying dog that deserved to die!"

After saying that, she glared fiercely at Gu Tingyao.

Gu Tingyao returned her gaze defiantly.

Grandpa Gu tapped the ground with his cane, warning, "Alright, you two, don't be so hostile the moment you meet. We have guests here."

Sitting next to Gu Tingyao, Huo Nanxin chuckled and said, "It's alright, Grandpa Gu, I think they're doing fine together."

"She's really close to someone!"

After Gu Tingyao finished speaking, he looked at Song Wanwan with disdain.

Huo Nanxin covered her mouth and laughed, then grabbed Gu Tingyao's hand and said softly, "Ayao, why are you acting like a child? Wanwan is your sister-in-law, but she's younger than you. Can't you just give in to her?"

Before Gu Tingyao could answer, Song Wanwan immediately objected, "Who asked him to give in? Did he win against me?"

Gu Tingyao's eyes widened immediately. "Try it if you're not convinced."

Huo Nanxin used both hands to turn Gu Tingyao's cheeks, making him look at her. "Alright, give me some face today, okay?"

Gu Tingyao immediately relaxed his furrowed brows, and said with a smile, "Alright, for your sake today, I won't hold it against someone."

This was the first time Song Wanwan had seen Gu Tingyao so gentle, and she couldn't help but get goosebumps all over.

After Huo Nanxin appeased Gu Tingyao, she walked over to Song Wanwan and took her hand.

With a sweet and obedient expression, she smiled and said, "Wanwan, we're the same age, so I'll just call you by your name, okay?"

Huo Nanxin has a pure and innocent face, reminiscent of a first love, with delicate and petite features, the kind that elders would like.

Unlike Song Wanwan, whose striking and bright features are stunning at first glance but also possess a strong aggressive quality, making anyone standing next to her pale in comparison.

No wonder Grandpa Gu chose her to be Gu Tingzhou's wife. Now that she's Gu Tingyao's wife, she's also his granddaughter-in-law. It's the same.

In Song Wanwan's mind, she recalled what Gu Tingyao had said last night: if a woman wasn't the one he wanted, it didn't matter whether she was surnamed Huo or Fu.

He wondered to himself, "Was he just pretending to be deeply in love, or was he just lying to her?"

Song Wanwan snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Huo Nanxin's gentle and lovely smile. She couldn't resist Huo Nanxin's deliberate attempt to please her and said with a smile, "Sure, let's call each other by our names, it'll sound more intimate."

Huo Nanxin smiled and said, "Wanwan, I heard you've been cooking with Uncle Zhang. I came here today to cook some dishes that Ayao likes. Let's cook together later."

Song Wanwan's smile froze instantly. Did Huo Nanxin want to follow the same path she had walked?

If the object of affection were Gu Tingyao, perhaps the outcome would be different!

Then she smiled and said, "Great! I was also looking for Uncle Zhang to teach me how to make pastries today, so we can do it together."

Huo Nanxin happily returned to Gu Tingyao's side, shaking his hand and saying, "Ayao, no matter how good or bad my cooking is, you have to give me a bite. You're not allowed to say it's bad!"

Gu Tingyao patted Huo Nanxin's hair affectionately and said gently with a smile, "I know."

Song Wanwan sighed inwardly. Regardless of whether what Gu Tingyao said last night was true or not, she just hoped that he wouldn't become the second Gu Tingzhou.

Now at least he doesn't dislike Huo Nanxin's touch, and he responds to every word Huo Nanxin says.

She won't be the second Gu Tingzhou, and Huo Nanxin can't be the second Song Wanwan either.

"Then Grandpa, I'll take Nanxin to find Uncle Zhang."

"Okay, go ahead and take good care of Huo girl!"

Gu Tingyao took Huo Nanxin's hand and called out to Song Wanwan, who was still in a daze, "Aren't you coming? Stand at attention!"

Song Wanwan responded softly, unusually refraining from arguing with him.

Gu Tingyao's eyebrows twitched slightly. He turned around and led Huo Nanxin to the side room.

When they arrived at Uncle Zhang's courtyard, Uncle Zhang was busy preparing the ingredients for the cooking lesson he was going to teach them today. He greeted the three of them and then went about his business.

Song Wanwan habitually put on her apron and handed a new one to Huo Nanxin.

Huo Nanxin thanked him, took the apron, and asked Gu Tingyao to tie the back straps for her.

Gu Tingyao turned her around and slowly pulled her long hair out from her neckline, his movements gentle, as if afraid of hurting her.

After tying the ribbon for her, Huo Nanxin was about to leave, looking very happy.

Gu Tingyao grabbed Huo Nanxin's hand. "Wait a minute."

Just as Huo Nanxin was wondering, Gu Tingyao casually picked up a chopstick from the table, skillfully tied Huo Nanxin's long hair into a bun at the back of her head, and then inserted the chopstick to secure it.

Gu Tingyao looked at it, quite satisfied. He patted Huo Nanxin on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Alright, go ahead."

Huo Nanxin touched the back of her head, knowing that Gu Tingyao had done this for her because he was worried that her hair would be inconvenient while cooking.

She lifted her toes, leaned close to Gu Tingyao's cheek, kissed him, smiled brightly, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Yao, you're so kind!"

Standing by the table, Song Wanwan felt a tightness in her chest, her eyes welled up with tears, and her nose stung. She withdrew her scrutinizing gaze, lowered her head, and began adding water to the flour.

Gu Tingyao caught Song Wanwan's gaze just now, but only for a moment before quickly looking away.

Song Wanwan had some basic skills, and with Uncle Zhang's guidance, she kneaded the dough, prepared the filling, and began making simple pastries.

Huo Nanxin was pampered at home and had never cooked before. She was flustered and made a lot of noise.

Song Wanwan asked Uncle Zhang to help her, saying she could manage on her own.

Uncle Zhang said something apologetically, then went to teach Huo Nanxin how to cook.

Song Wanwan wrapped up the pastries, placed them on the steamer, set the timer, and went to the courtyard.

Gu Tingyao sat on the recliner that Uncle Zhang often sat on, rocking back and forth, occasionally taking a sip of tea, looking very relaxed and at ease.

Song Wanwan sat down next to the tea table, poured herself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, then poured herself another cup and played with it in her hand.

Gu Tingyao stopped rocking the chair, looked at Song Wanwan, and said in a lazy, magnetic voice, "Did you get a shock?"