Reborn Fairy Wife Takes Me on a Gaggle-Fire rampage

Wen Shu was busy in the kitchen, meticulously making traditional peach blossom pastries with Aunt Hu. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating their figures as they worked, and the kitchen was filled with the faint aroma of flour and sugar. Wen Shu's fingers deftly kneaded the dough, each movement revealing her love and skill in this craft. She gently flattened the dough, then cut it into even pieces with a knife, pressing them into beautiful peach blossom shapes with molds. Aunt Hu guided her from the side, occasionally sharing tips on making peach blossom pastries; the two worked together seamlessly, like a silent dance.

Meanwhile, Mu Chen was engrossed in the Heart Sutra in his study.

Recently, Wen Shu's culinary skills have improved significantly. Her peach blossom pastries are not only beautiful in appearance but also increasingly delicious. She has begun to experiment with innovative elements in traditional peach blossom pastries, such as garnishing them with fresh peach petals or adding a touch of rose syrup to the pastry, making each bite of the pastry full of the breath of spring. She pursues perfection in every detail, from ingredient selection to production, leaving no room for error in any step.

Wen Shu carefully carried a plate of delicate peach blossom pastries into the study. When Wen Shu entered with a radiant smile, Mu Chen looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Wen Shu's smile was as bright as a blooming flower; she was also carrying a beautifully decorated tray.

"These are peach blossom pastries I just made myself, you should try them." Wen Shu's voice was full of anticipation.

Mu Chen took a peach blossom pastry from the tray and took a small bite. The pastry crumbled in his mouth, revealing the delicate filling inside. He savored it for a moment, then gave a thumbs up and said approvingly, "It's truly delicious, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the pastry and filling are just right, sweet but not cloying. Your skills are getting better and better, Ms. Wen. It seems that you will soon become a true culinary master."

Wen Shu blushed upon hearing Mu Chen's praise. She humbly replied, "Thank you for the compliment. Actually, it wouldn't have been possible without Aunt Hu's help. Aunt Hu was very decisive in the kitchen, and I was just learning from her."

At this tender moment, Mu Chen's phone suddenly beeped; it was his secretary calling. Mu Chen swiped the screen lightly and answered the phone: "Mr. Mu, that man has woken up. He's agitated, constantly cursing and swearing, and claiming he wants to pay compensation."

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen's eyes instantly sharpened, but he still calmly replied, "Okay, I understand."

Wen Shu, who was standing nearby, also overheard the conversation. She asked, speechless, "What? He's actually demanding compensation?"

Mu Chen calmly told Wen Shu, "Don't worry, it's alright." He then dialed the group's lawyer, Manager Xiang, and explained the situation in detail. Manager Xiang, a capable and efficient woman, immediately replied, "Don't worry, boss, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Wen Shu watched Mu Chen handle the affairs, filled with confidence in his team. She knew that every member of Mu Chen's team was an elite, and they were always able to solve problems efficiently and professionally.

Aunt Hu gently knocked on the study door, her voice soft and rhythmic: "Dinner's ready, sir, madam." Her voice echoed in the spacious dining room, carrying a sense of homely warmth and intimacy.

Upon hearing Aunt Hu's voice, Wen Shu immediately replied, "I know, Aunt Hu." Her voice carried a hint of amusement, clearly showing her anticipation for the upcoming dinner.

Soon, Wen Shu and Mu Chen walked towards the restaurant. Inside, a rectangular table was set with exquisite tableware and several delicious dishes. After they sat down, Mu Chen's phone suddenly chimed with a text message, breaking the restaurant's tranquility.

Mu Chen picked up his phone to check the message. It was from his mother, telling him that the cheongsam was finished and he could pick it up at the old house that evening. He told Wen Shu the message, and the two decided to go back to the old house together after dinner to retrieve the meticulously crafted cheongsam.

Over the next few minutes, the two enjoyed a delicious dinner while chatting casually. They talked about recent events in their lives, sharing their joys and sorrows. Wen Shu would occasionally laugh out loud at one of Mu Chen's jokes, and Mu Chen would smile knowingly at Wen Shu's humor. Throughout the meal, their interactions were full of tacit understanding and harmony, creating a particularly warm and cozy atmosphere.

On the dining table, plates of colorful, fragrant, and delicious dishes exuded an enticing aroma; Aunt Hu's cooking skills always drew praise. Wen Shu and Mu Chen ate and chatted, occasionally serving each other food and taking care of one another. This simple and ordinary interaction was one of the most beautiful moments in their lives.

After dinner, Wen Shu suggested she drive Mu Chen back to the old house. Mu Chen happily agreed, "Sure, I've never ridden in your car before!" Wen Shu smiled; she knew Mu Chen had complete confidence in her driving skills. She reminded Mu Chen to fasten his seatbelt: "Let's go!" Wen Shu hummed a tune as she drove smoothly, but Mu Chen fell asleep in the car. Wen Shu thought he was probably too tired. She gently adjusted the air conditioning to make sure Mu Chen was comfortable.

The car wound its way through the night, the lights outside flashing by as if guiding their way. Wen Shu was in a particularly good mood; she cherished this time alone with Mu Chen. Upon arriving at the old house, the weather turned against them. Before Wen Shu and Mu Chen could even get out of the car, a torrential downpour began. The pattering rain woke Mu Chen, who rubbed his eyes, looked at the rain outside the window, and said with some surprise, "This rain came so fast."

The two hurried through the rain to the connecting corridor, then down to the living room. Even though they ran, their clothes were still soaked. Rain dripped from their hair; Wen Shu's long hair clung to her cheeks, while Mu Chen's shirt clung to his body, outlining his muscular physique. A maid quickly handed them towels, which Wen Shu took and carefully dried Mu Chen's hair and shoulders, her gentle movements revealing her care for him.

Mu Chen took the towel, smiled gratefully at Wen Shu, and then dried her hair himself.

Mu Chen's mother hurried forward, holding an exquisite cheongsam in her hands. The fabric of the cheongsam shimmered softly under the light, embroidered with delicate patterns, making it appear both noble and elegant. She smiled, but her tone carried a hint of anxiety: "What bad luck! When I sent this message, the sky was full of stars, and now it's suddenly pouring rain. Quickly go back to your bedroom, wash up, and change into this cheongsam. It'll keep you warm. I'll have Li Ma bring some hot ginger soup."