Chapter Twelve
After finishing her meal, Mo Wansheng returned to the master bedroom, took out her phone, and saw "blueberry cake" in the message, so she replied to it.
While waiting for her food, she suddenly had a whimsical thought: she wanted to know if "Blueberry Cake" could cook.
Today, her reply came faster than usual.
"Won't."
"So who cooks in your family?"
"Most of the time I'm the chef, but occasionally I cook."
"The food made by the boss must be incredibly delicious."
Mo Wansheng unconsciously used "also," after all, Huo Yuzheng's cooking was just too much to her liking.
"Do you get angry if you're always the one cooking?"
She was curious about what it must be like for someone to volunteer to cook, and she wanted to use this to deduce what Huo Yuzheng was thinking.
"No. Cooking is quite enjoyable, and when I cook for her, she's happy, and I'm happy too."
Mo Wansheng couldn't help but smack her lips; being fed a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection) really didn't feel good.
This answer was of no value to her.
After all, Huo Yuzheng doesn't like her, so why would he care whether she's happy or not?
Most likely, as he himself said, he genuinely enjoys cooking.
So, occasionally, when he was in a good mood, he would come back and cook some dishes.
She tossed her phone aside, lay on her side on the sofa, and aimlessly counted the number of crystals on the chandelier.
After a long while, a knock on the door interrupted her utterly bored thoughts.
She stretched her limbs and called out, "Please come in."
Huo Yuzheng opened the door with a click, holding a small plate in his hand.
It's the bitter melon mousse she brought back today.
"Want to eat together?" Huo Yuzheng gestured to the cake in his hand.
Mo Wansheng tapped her phone screen. 21:35, a bit late, but still okay.
That just so happens, she was also a little hungry.
“Okay.” She got up from the sofa and sat up straight.
Huo Yuzheng walked over slowly, placed the plate on the small table, and casually sat down on the small sofa next to him.
Two spoons were placed on the plate.
He did not bring any extra plates.
The mousse was cut into small pieces, but arranged on a plate.
Mo Wansheng raised her eyes and glanced at Huo Yuzheng. Was he planning to share a plate with her?
She cleared her throat. "I'll go downstairs and get a plate."
"It's okay, you eat first."
She hadn't expected him to be so lazy.
Mo Wansheng didn't refuse. She picked up a spoon and, like drawing a line, separated the cut mousse cake further, defining the boundary between them.
After doing all that, she scooped out a small piece, slowly put it in her mouth, and savored it.
Seeing that he remained expressionless, simply leaning back on the sofa and quietly watching her, Mo Wansheng noticed that he was not moving.
Thinking he was embarrassed, she said, "You can eat with us too. There's no need to wait for me. We've already divided it up."
After receiving permission, Huo Yuzheng finally picked up the spoon.
The two ate very elegantly, chewing without making a sound.
They quietly savored this bittersweet beauty.
Neither of them wanted to break the other's silence.
The plate was quickly emptied, leaving not a single crumb.
However, the "38th parallel" that was drawn was clearly visible on the plate.
The air was as silent as ever, until Huo Yuzheng broke the silence first.
He stood up, picked up the plate, and said, "I'm taking it to the kitchen."
Reflexively, Mo Wansheng immediately stood up, "I'm going to get a glass of water."
"good."
She followed him into the kitchen.
On her way down the stairs, she put her hands behind her back, her fingertips gently pinching each other.
In his heart, he kept cursing his body and mouth, which moved faster than his brain.
She herself didn't understand why she followed him down.
After walking into the kitchen, she stopped in front of the water dispenser, while Huo Yuzheng went to the sink.
Huo Yuzheng turned on the tap, and the clear water rinsed the dish.
Mo Wansheng pressed the button on the water dispenser, and purified water splashed against the cup.
The sounds of the two streams of water mingled, creating an exceptionally loud murmur.
The water glass was almost full, and some water even slipped onto the back of her hand. Mo Wansheng quickly pressed the power button to turn it off.
While getting water, she kept glancing at Huo Yuzheng, who was washing dishes, out of the corner of her eye.
The cup remained almost level, yet she lifted it several times.
She only took a small sip; she wasn't that thirsty.
All attention was focused on Huo Yuzheng.
The plate that held the cake wasn't very dirty; it only needed to be rinsed a few times to be clean.
After Huo Yuzheng finished processing, he casually placed the plate into the drain rack.
Before I knew it, he had walked up to the water dispenser and asked, "Aren't you going to take the water upstairs to drink?"
Perhaps feeling guilty, Mo Wansheng panicked and stumbled.
She hesitated for a moment.
Finally, her gaze settled on the shelf above the sink.
"I saw the wine, and it looked delicious. I couldn't reach it, but I wanted to drink it."
Huo Yuzheng's eyes narrowed slightly; he wasn't entirely convinced by this explanation.
He directly exposed her imperfect lie: "Aren't you going to drink water?"
Suddenly want a drink?
Instantly, Mo Wansheng's face flushed red, and her voice rose eight octaves, "Drink up! Who says you can't drink alcohol if you're drinking water!"
Huo Yuzheng reminded him, "Tomorrow is Monday."
This is the last part of Sunday; tomorrow will be the busiest time of the week.
Tonight's indulgence means tomorrow morning's exhaustion.
However, Mo Wansheng was not willing to give up; if she said she would drink, she would definitely drink it.
She retorted, "I think you're just afraid I'll drink you out of house and home!"
Huo Yuzheng couldn't help but laugh; she certainly knew how to come up with random excuses.
Mo Wansheng scolded playfully, "You're still laughing! I think you're just afraid I'll drink you out of house and home!"
"I won't drink you out of house and home. You can drink as much of that liquor as you want. I'm just worried you'll get so drunk you won't be able to walk straight and you'll have a headache first thing tomorrow morning."
He was telling the truth, but she didn't want to admit it.
She stretched out her finger and pointed to the bottle on top.
"I just want to drink it!"
Huo Yuzheng did not continue to dissuade her and approached the shelf.
Taking advantage of his height, he was able to retrieve the wine bottle without having to stand on tiptoe.
He peeled off the foil, took a corkscrew from the cabinet, and with fluid movements, elegantly removed the bottle stopper.
He then brought out two crystal goblets.
The ruby-red liquid flowed into the glass, lightly covering the bottom.
Huo Yuzheng put down the wine bottle and handed one of the wine glasses to Mo Wansheng.
She took the glass, her fingertips inevitably brushing against his slightly cool fingers. Feigning composure, she politely replied, "Thank you."
Huo Yuzheng held the wine glass with his long, slender fingers and gently swirled it.
His gaze was fixed on the rippling red, and inadvertently, he saw her through the clear glass.
Mo Wansheng took a small sip of red wine. It tasted very rich, but she didn't particularly like it.
She prefers the refreshing taste of white wine to red wine.
If it weren't to cover up her guilty conscience, she probably wouldn't have drunk it.
Huo Yuzheng had undoubtedly noticed her subtle movements. "Don't you like it?"
She shook her head and denied it, saying, "It's not that I dislike it, it's that I don't like it that much."
He didn't quite understand her contradictory answer. "Isn't that just a sign that you don't like it?"
"You don't understand," she scoffed.
Mo Wansheng noticed his complicated expression and continued speaking to herself, "For me, dislike is hate, but not liking is something that can be easily replaced. Everyone's definition of liking is different."
Huo Yuzheng became interested and pressed on, "So what do you like?"
“I like it.” Mo Wansheng paused, and their eyes met.
She caught a glimpse of the boundless curiosity in his eyes.
A radiant smile bloomed on her face. "What I like is probably white wine, its clarity and freshness."
What about you? What do you like?
Huo Yuzheng downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, his action clearly indicating his preference: "Me? I prefer red wine."
Red and white wines each have their own merits.
People who like different tastes have their own reasons. Liking something is always a game of emotional pursuit, and there is no such thing as good or bad.
Huo Yuzheng had a very good grasp of the amount of wine he poured.
The amount of wine in the glass was just right—enough for a taste, but not enough to get Mo Wansheng drunk.
She drifted off to sleep, slightly tipsy, enveloped by the rich, mellow aroma of wine, weaving a sweet dream all night long.
Next time, she plans to make a red wine-flavored cake to thank him.
...
Over the next week, they continued to be busy with their own things, but they did get to know each other a bit better.
When Huo Yuzheng occasionally encountered Mo Wansheng at home, he would nod in greeting or offer a hello.
It won't be like that first week, when we were strangers under the same roof.
Mo Wansheng still enjoys complaining to "Blueberry Cake" about the trivialities of life.
But without realizing it, the person she was complaining about gradually became the "marriage partner" she was talking about.
"Let me tell you, my fiancé brought home a huge box of chocolates late last night, saying they were a gift from a client and that I could do whatever I wanted with them."
"How does it taste?"
"I think it tastes pretty good."
"It's quite a coincidence. I also brought him a box of chocolates yesterday, but I didn't eat any myself, so I don't know how they taste."
Mo Wansheng moved her neck back and forth to relieve cervical spine pain.
If the housekeeper hadn't told her, she wouldn't have known that Huo Yuzheng had returned last night.
She shook the delicate chocolate box in her hand, took out a piece, and popped it into her mouth.
Chewing, melting.
She thought for a moment, then continued typing on her phone.
"Then you can simply ask him to save a piece for you."
She thought she would save it for Huo Yuzheng until tomorrow night; if he didn't come back, he would miss it.
Blueberry Cake: "I'll ask her when I get back tomorrow night."
Mo Wansheng then pressed on with another question.
How are you and your future spouse getting along?
It's conceivable that their wedding dates were so close; "Blueberry Cake" and her husband had been married to her for only a month or two.
Her gossipy nature was at play.
"good."
"What do you mean by 'okay'?"
"fine."
She was curious about how good it was, not whether it was good or bad.
Mo Wansheng was not giving up and continued to press for answers.
"How is it good?"
In video games, some people are good at shooting, and some are good at strategy, but they are all good at it.
"secret."
Mo Wansheng sent several angry emojis in a row.
This gaming buddy of mine, whom I've known for years, even acted all serious with her today.
But there's nothing she can do if people don't talk about it, after all, it's their private life.
"I said, you should say so sooner rather than later, otherwise, like me, it will eat it all right away."
Before ending the chat, Mo Wansheng gave a friendly reminder and mentioned it briefly.
"Blueberry Cake" said she would come back tomorrow night to check, but it might be eaten up before tomorrow.
She stuffed several pieces of chocolate into her mouth one after another, with half left.
She closed the lid and tossed the box aside.
She didn't originally intend to keep it, but the "blueberry cake" made her decide to save it for tomorrow.
Who the remaining owner is will depend on whether that person returns tomorrow.
She knew he would never say it first.
However, unexpectedly, the phone lit up.
It was a message from Huo Yuzheng.
"Mrs. Huo, I'll be back tomorrow."
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