The scent alone told me it was definitely the work of a five-star chef.
Mu Xiao ran inside and dragged Wen Jiaren out, and as Mu Qian looked up, he saw a scarf tied around Wen Jiaren's neck, completely covering the neckline of her pajamas. His brows couldn't help but rise—wasn't it a bit late for modesty?
Wen Jiaren pretended to be calm as she sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and began to eat while holding her scarf against her chest.
Mu Qian acted nonchalantly as he served his son a crystal cake. The little guy was particularly easy to please. "Eat up!"
Wen Jiaren watched Mu Xiao's endearing behavior and couldn't help but smile along. The more Mu Qian watched them, the more he felt their eyes and expressions looked incredibly similar, and their tastes were also very much alike.
After the meal, Wen Jiaren looked toward Mu Qian. "I need to go out tomorrow night."
Tomorrow night is the full moon...
Mu Qian's hawk-like black pupils fixed intently on her. "Where to?"
