Reborn Fairy Wife Takes Me on a Gaggle-Fire rampage

Mu Chen's grandfather spoke slowly, his voice carrying the weight of years: "Mu Chen's grandmother came from the beautiful water towns of Jiangnan. When she first married into our small northern town, she found the local cuisine very difficult to adapt to. Northern food tends to be heavy in flavor, while she was used to the light and delicate tastes of Jiangnan. To help her adjust to life here and to allow her to taste the flavors of her hometown, we specially opened this small canteen."

Every dish in this small canteen is prepared by a master chef from Jiangnan. This chef not only possesses superb culinary skills but also a profound understanding and inheritance of Jiangnan cuisine's preparation techniques. Each dish he makes maintains the most authentic Jiangnan flavor, as if transporting you to a misty, rainy Jiangnan town. For example, the classic West Lake Vinegar Fish is incredibly tender, with a perfect balance of sweet and sour flavors, leaving a lingering aftertaste. And then there's the delicate Squirrel Mandarin Fish, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a delightful sweet and sour taste; every bite showcases the refinement and delicacy of Jiangnan.

Furthermore, the small canteen also offers many other classic Jiangnan dishes, such as steamed perch, shredded pork in white sauce, and Dongpo pork. Each dish reflects the master chef's meticulous selection of ingredients and superb culinary skills. Here, you can savor the spring bamboo shoots, summer lotus seeds, autumn crabs, and winter mushrooms of Jiangnan—the ingredients of all four seasons are perfectly showcased.

After the meal, Mu Chen thoughtfully poured Wen Shu a cup of fragrant osmanthus tea. This tea was made with freshly picked osmanthus flowers and carefully selected tea leaves, and the tea soup had a light golden color with a refreshing floral fragrance.

Wen Shu took the cup, gently blew on it to cool it, and then sipped it. The sweet fragrance of osmanthus and the delicate aroma of tea intertwined in her mouth, not only relieving the lingering greasiness but also bringing an indescribable sense of comfort. Mu Chen watched Wen Shu's enjoyment with a smile, feeling incredibly satisfied. He remembered Wen Shu saying that osmanthus tea was one of her favorite drinks, especially after a hearty meal; a good cup of osmanthus tea could make her feel refreshed and happy. Therefore, Mu Chen had specially learned how to brew osmanthus tea so that he could personally prepare this small cup of happiness for her on such a moment.

Mu Chen's grandfather's affection for Wen Shu was evident. Whenever Wen Shu visited, the old man's face would always radiate undisguised joy. He would hold Wen Shu's hand, gently patting the back of her hand with his weathered hands, and earnestly say to Mu Chen, "Mu Chen, you must treat Wen Shu well; such a good girl is rare." His grandfather's words were always so earnest, as if he were conveying the most important mission of the family.

As the afternoon sun softened, Grandpa's afternoon nap was fast approaching. He slowly lay down in the rocking chair that had accompanied him through countless afternoons, the chair seemingly imbued with the old man's composure and tranquility. Mu Chen and Wen Shu watched quietly from the side until Grandpa covered himself with the soft blanket, slowly closed his eyes, his breathing gradually becoming calm and even, and drifted off to sleep.

Mu Chen and Wen Shu knew now was the best time for them to leave the courtyard. They stood up quietly, carefully avoiding making any noise that might disturb their grandfather's rest. They smiled at each other and walked out of the courtyard, heading towards the outside of the house. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on them. They followed the winding path to the outside of the house.

Mu Chen started the car, skillfully shifted gears, and the car slowly drove away from the Mu residence, retracing its steps. Inside the car, Wen Shu felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. She gently adjusted the seat to make herself more comfortable, and then drifted off to sleep. Her breathing gradually became even and gentle, a faint smile on her face, as if she could feel Mu Chen's tenderness and care even in her dreams.

Mu Chen kept glancing at Wen Shu through the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with love. He drove carefully, trying to avoid any bumps so as not to disturb her peaceful sleep. They finally arrived at the manor. Mu Chen didn't wake Wen Shu immediately, but quietly admired her sleeping face, a feeling of indescribable happiness welling up inside him. He gently rolled down the car window a crack, letting the breeze caress Wen Shu's face, hoping she could linger in this tranquility a little longer.

About an hour later, Wen Shu slowly opened her eyes, still slightly dazed. She looked around and realized she was home. The sun was shining brightly, its rays streaming through the car window and warming her face. She stretched, feeling a sense of relief and pleasure. Mu Chen saw Wen Shu wake up and gave her a warm smile. He said softly, "You're finally awake. We're home."

They got out of the car together, greeted by fresh air and a vibrant scene. They saw jasmine flowers in full bloom on the open space, their white blossoms appearing exceptionally pure and beautiful in the sunlight. Thanks to the sprinkler system, there was no sign of drought among the flowers; each jasmine blossom was bathed in glistening water droplets, releasing a refreshing fragrance. Mu Chen and Wen Shu strolled through this sea of ​​flowers, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility. Wen Shu would occasionally bend down to gently stroke the soft petals, her face beaming with a satisfied and happy smile. Mu Chen watched her, secretly rejoicing.

Mu Chen carefully led Wen Shu through the corridor back to their cozy bedroom. Inside, soft lighting illuminated the pale wallpaper, creating a tranquil and comfortable atmosphere. Mu Chen took a set of loose-fitting loungewear from the closet and handed it to Wen Shu, gesturing for her to change to relax. Wen Shu accepted the clothes, nodding gratefully. She knew Mu Chen was always so thoughtful, always noticing what she needed.

After changing her clothes, Wen Shu felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Looking at herself in the mirror, the comfortable clothes made her feel even more at ease. Meanwhile, Mu Chen returned to his study, where a computer awaited him. He sat down at his desk, turned on the computer, and the screen immediately displayed dense lines of code and charts. Mu Chen began working intently, his fingers flying across the keyboard as if racing against time.

Wen Shu, idle in her bedroom, began to peruse her secret manual. This manual contained countless powerful spells and cultivation insights. Wen Shu had been too busy lately to seriously study this manual for a long time. As she turned the pages, she found that the powerful spells still daunted her; she hadn't yet grasped their essence. Although she could skillfully use some simple spells, such as retrieving objects and concealing herself, she couldn't make substantial progress in the more advanced spells and sparring techniques. Whenever she tried to practice, she always felt something was missing, failing to achieve the desired effect.

Wen Shu sighed. She knew that the path of cultivation was never smooth sailing. She needed more patience and perseverance, and perhaps some new methods and guidance.