Chapter 29

"Well, it's not because the chef's cooking is so delicious, so I ate all of it!"

With a light cough, Pei Yifeng said slowly, watching the second brother's expression become more and more cold, he licked his lips again, and hurriedly said: "Second brother, don't worry, isn't the stepmother just cooking at the moment?" Well, wait a little longer and it should be ready to eat.”

He forgot, don't play with anyone else, don't play with the second brother, it will really kill someone!

Hearing this, the kitchen knife in Mo Wan's hand almost fell on his feet, and he really wanted to slap the talkative Pei Yifeng to death!

His deep eyes swept over Mo Wan mockingly and disdainfully, and even the words he uttered were full of contempt: "Do you think I will touch something made by a woman like this?"

He felt dirty even to the touch!

The contemptuous and mocking words were as if she was the dirtiest garbage, a flame of anger ran around in Mo Wan's body, but she forcibly endured it and did not flare up!

It's not worth comparing with this kind of person! It's not worth comparing with this kind of person! She silently recited it over and over again in her heart!

Seeing Pei Yihuan's figure walking out, Mo Wan heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on Pei Yifeng who was still leaning on the side angrily: "Why don't you leave?"

"Why should I leave? I'm still waiting to eat my stepmother's supper!" Pei Yihuan smiled, and looked like he deserved a beating!

While her subordinates were skillfully chopping celery, she said in a cold voice: "You dare to eat the food made by Snow White's stepmother! You are not afraid of being poisoned to death! Look at how wise and timid your second brother is, he is afraid of what I made. You poisoned him to death, so you didn’t even dare to touch him before leaving, you should also spare your life, so hurry up and leave!”

Hearing her words, Pei Yifeng raised his eyebrows before saying anything, but Pei Yihuan who was about to walk out of the kitchen stopped in vain.

"What's wrong with the second brother?" Pei Yifeng looked at him a little puzzled.

"I want to see if the things made by Snow White's stepmother will poison me"

Hearing this, Mo Wan froze in place, almost lost his mind: "You—"

what did he say?

What did he just say?

"What? I'm afraid you won't poison me to death?" Pei Yihuan mocked coldly: "Now, you are the one who is afraid, huh?"

On the other hand, Pei Yifeng gloated and added embellishments: "You stepmother dared to underestimate my second brother's courage. Today I also want to see if Snow White's vicious stepmother can poison me and my second brother to death!"

While speaking, he moved the two reclining chairs to the door of the kitchen, and looked at Pei Yihuan with a flattering expression: "Second brother, sit down!"

Immediately, he turned to Mo Wan with a smug look like Yang Bailao: "What are you looking at, cook it quickly! Also, if you dare to put seasonings in the dishes, don't even think about stepping out of the kitchen tonight." !"

The purpose of emotionally moving those two reclining chairs is to monitor her?

Cut, really childish!

Mo Wan frowned, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, she didn't have the energy to continue tormenting with them, isn't it just a meal? She does a good job, and she has to go to work at seven o'clock tomorrow morning!

Taking a deep breath, she tried her best to let herself ignore the strong oppressive breath, and cut the beans under her hands.

In an instant, the kitchen became extremely silent, only the sound of chopping vegetables was constantly echoing.

Gradually, Mo Wan's originally stiff body softened, and he focused all his attention on cooking.

Under the dim light, the woman in front of her lowered her head slightly, revealing a white and graceful side face. Her slender hands shuttled through the water basin, washing the tomatoes until they were thoroughly red, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Inadvertently seeing the gentle and beautiful curve of her mouth, Pei Yihuan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the slender figure in front of him seemed to overlap with another figure bit by bit.

He was a little lost in thought, staring deeply at Mo Wan, no, it seemed to be looking at another person through Mo Wan.

Even the ice in his eyes was gradually dissipating, replaced by an imperceptible tenderness.

On the other hand, Pei Yifeng frowned in surprise. When this stepmother laughed, she looked like Sister Zuo Lan, really like Sister Zuo Lan!

He didn't notice it before, but now he realizes that she and Sister Zuo Lan are somewhat similar!

Turning his gaze, Pei Yifeng looked at the second brother beside him, but saw that his eyes were slightly narrowed, his face was deep, and he couldn't see the thoughts in it.

Without making a sound, he swallowed the words that had reached his lips. Even he could see the similarity between the two, so how could the second brother not see it?

Sister Zuo Lan has always been the hurdle in the heart of the second brother.

In about an hour, Mo Wan had prepared four dishes and one soup, shredded beef with celery, mapo tofu, stir-fried beans, spicy chicken, and fresh fish soup.

Although it is true that spicy food should not be eaten before going to bed at night, she has not eaten spicy food for a long time. For people who like spicy food, it is simply a torment!

Picking up the plate on the table, he raised his head, and bumped into a pair of pupils, as deep as the sea, as black as flowing ink, layer upon layer, as if trying to absorb people into it!

Mo Wan was startled, and looked at Pei Yihuan in a daze.

There is no coldness and sarcasm in his eyes, but only deep, soft, like the most gorgeous flowing ink, and some emotions that she can't see clearly!

But why is he looking at her like this?

Frowning, while she was still puzzled, Pei Yihuan suddenly withdrew his gaze, returned to his usual indifference, cast a cold glance at Mo Wan, he got up, and walked out of the kitchen.

Compared to before, he seemed to be in a worse mood.

"Second brother, don't you want to eat?" Pei Yifeng was still shouting behind his back.

"" Responding to him was a sound of going upstairs, and the footsteps were a bit heavy.

Mo Wan only felt baffled, but it was undeniable that his leaving would allow her to have a good meal!

"Aren't you afraid that I'll poison you to death?" Seeing Pei Yifeng who sat down spontaneously, Mo Wan hummed.

"Don't be afraid!" Pei Yifeng picked up the chopsticks and put some spicy chicken in his mouth, his eyes lit up immediately and said: "As expected, if you want to catch a man, you must first catch his stomach, vicious stepmother, you have already successfully caught him!" Eat my stomach, my man! You will be my personal chef from now on, and you must be there whenever you are called!"

"Bah!" Mo Wan glared at him angrily.

As a result, almost all the dishes on the table were packed into Pei Yifeng's stomach, and she only ate a little, not even a mouthful of fish soup!

The night was getting darker and darker.

A tall figure stood in front of the huge French windows, he stood there motionless like a sculpture, but the smoke rings between his fingers were floating upwards round after round.

His handsome and indifferent face was shrouded in smoke, like fog but not fog. After a long time, he slowly pulled his thin lips and two words overflowed: "Zuo Lan"

early morning.

studio.

"This is the fur coat you dry-cleaned for me?" The hand with red nail polish twisted a corner of the fur coat in disgust, Zhu Biran glared at Mo Wan angrily.

(end of this chapter)