Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today
Chapter 522 - 520: Cooking for Her_1

Chapter 522: Chapter 520: Cooking for Her_1

Mu Zixuan shook her head in disapproval on the side, realizing that even men could have such childish moments.

Pei Mojing ran up to the second floor bedroom with a KITTY in his arms, and after a while, he came downstairs with a smiling face.

"You’re so stingy... won’t even let us have a peek, I’ll have my sweetheart send me a few more, you’ll be green with envy..." Le Xiaofeng, who also came from a wealthy family, looked at Pei Mojing with dissatisfaction.

Pei Mojing dismissively curled his lips, "You’d better have the entire store wrapped up and sent to you..."

The rest burst into laughter immediately.

"What’s so funny? I’ll wrap up a store for you to see tomorrow, and then hand out a dozen or so to each of you..." Le Xiaofeng claimed confidently.

"Spare mine; just give it to the others..." Pei Mojing made a face of disdain.

"Xiaofeng... Pei ’Film Emperor’ only likes what Miss Mu sends, what are you meddling for..."

"Ah, let’s not talk about it, the more we talk, the sadder it gets..." Le Xiaofeng shook his head and sighed.

His expression suddenly made Mu Zixuan join in their laughter. How could each of them be funnier than the last?

"Don’t move, sit here... I’m cooking tonight..." Pei Mojing suddenly pressed Mu Zixuan down on the sofa and said something that astounded her.

He’s cooking?

No way?

"Miss Mu, don’t be surprised. Pei ’Film Emperor’ is really good at Western cuisine, the steak he makes is something you can’t find in a restaurant..." Le Xiaofeng shook his head in amazement.

"Yeah... It’s a rare occurrence to get him to cook..." Xu Junxian also raised an eyebrow.

"I’ve been thinking about it for a long time..." Neil laughed cheekily.

Mu Zixuan was so intrigued by their conversation—was it true or not?

She looked doubtfully at Pei Mojing, still with that skeptical gaze.

Pei Mojing gave a smirk, "Surprised?"

Mu Zixuan bluntly replied, "It’s not surprise, I’m wondering if what you cook is even edible..."

"Whether it’s edible or not, you’ll find out after you taste it..." Pei Mojing said confidently, truly taking Mu Zixuan by surprise.

"Really?"

"Mhm..." Pei Mojing nodded, then confidently strode towards the kitchen.

Mu Zixuan narrowed her eyes and stood up to follow him.

She thought Pei Mojing and his brothers were just teasing her, but to her sudden astonishment, once she entered the kitchen and observed his skilled and natural technique, she blinked her eyes in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, he really did have a knack for cooking!

The fragrance wafted through the air, enticing Mu Zixuan’s appetite.

"Taste this..." Pei Mojing cut off a small piece of steak, blew on it, and then brought it to Mu Zixuan’s lips.

Mu Zixuan inwardly scorned him—though she knew he was trying to prevent her from getting burnt, she still felt he was taking advantage.

But meat that comes to the mouth is not to be wasted; she opened her mouth and took it in.

"How is it?" Pei Mojing watched her with a confident and triumphant expression.

Mu Zixuan chewed twice, then spontaneously nodded. The taste was indeed quite good...

"Hmmm... not bad..." She begrudgingly admitted it was not bad.

Pei Mojing didn’t fuss over whether it was ’not bad’ or not. As long as she liked it, that was all that mattered to him—he had cooked specifically for her after all.

Red wine, steak, fresh flowers, cake, candlelight—

If it weren’t for one, two, three light bulbs ruining the mood, this would have been a romantic candlelit dinner. Unfortunately, Pei Mojing’s intimate evening was completely disrupted by his brothers...

"Your cooking skills have improved; it’s tastier than last time..."

"Maybe it’s because Mojing’s mood is better than last time, so this time’s dishes taste better than the last..."

"Right, that’s it. Isn’t it said that cooking also depends on the mood? The dish made when you’re in a good mood and when you’re not, those are completely two different flavors..."

"Miss Mu... you should come more often..." Le Xiaofeng said with a smile while looking at Mu Zixuan.

"Why?" Mu Zixuan raised an eyebrow.

"When you come, Pei the film emperor is willing to cook, and we get to enjoy a good meal because of it; however, we’re just basking in your light..."

Hearing Le Xiaofeng’s words, Mu Zixuan felt a sudden ripple in her heart.

Pei Mojing, he...

"It’s fine if you guys don’t give gifts for my birthday, and I can overlook you guys mooching off my food and drinks, but could you please keep it down when you eat..."

As soon as Pei Mojing spoke, everyone immediately laughed.

"Given our relationship, what can I say? Besides, you just like KITTY, and Miss Mu has already given you one; what else are we supposed to gift..."

Pei Mojing suddenly had a full head of black lines—

Mu Zixuan looked at the scene unfolding before her and felt an indescribable taste spreading in her heart.

She had thought that Mojing’s birthday would involve many people, and they would throw a birthday banquet. She didn’t expect such a warm and intimate scene.

"Do you do this for his birthday every year?" Mu Zixuan suddenly asked everyone.

The group, who were laughing and chatting, suddenly fell silent.

Mu Zixuan looked at them, her face full of curiosity.

After a pause, it was Neil who let out a chuckle first.

"Ajin doesn’t really celebrate his birthday. Come to think of it, the last time we celebrated his birthday was probably ten years ago..."

The words spoken by Neil suddenly startled Mu Zixuan.

She truly hadn’t expected that what Pei Mojing told her before was true; he really hadn’t celebrated his birthday in ten years.

"Why?" Mu Zixuan asked with confusion.

"Uh..." Neil seemed a bit conflicted as he reached up to scratch his hair.

"It’s too much hassle... And I’m not a kid to need a celebration every year..." Pei Mojing said, looking up at her with a smile.

Mu Zixuan responded with an ’oh’, finding the reason a bit far-fetched. However, since he didn’t want to talk about it, she decided not to pry.

After dinner, Le Xiaofeng roamed the room and somehow dug out a box.

"Here... this is a charm for marital bliss that my mom prayed for in Thailand a few days ago; I’m giving it to you..."

Neil, seemingly out of nowhere, produced an exquisite wine bottle box, presenting it to Pei Mojing with pride. "This, I swiped from my dad’s treasured liquor cabinet. Drink a couple of glasses when you are feeling down..." He hastily added another sentence, "Preferably with me joining..."

"And me too," Le Xiaofeng quickly said.

Mu Zixuan was both amused and bemused; such an odd bunch of friends these were.

Having such a few friends, though, was indeed a fortunate thing—

Xu Junxian stood up and looked at Pei Mojing: "I’ll gift you a newly composed piece of music..."

With that, he walked towards the piano room.

Mu Zixuan suddenly remembered that Qiqi once mentioned to her that Mojing played the piano very well, even calling him Beethoven reincarnated. But why didn’t he ever perform in piano-related shows? And it seemed that she hadn’t seen him playing the piano much either.

If it weren’t for the fact that his house indeed had an incredibly beautiful pure white grand piano, she would really have to doubt whether what Qiqi told her was all fabricated by someone else...