Chapter 198 The Ruthless Patriarch 7 (2/2)

"You brought me here to eat hot pot and are trying to learn about me. Shouldn't you already have my information?"

Zi Xi pointed out his unusual behavior.

She knew very well that everyone's background would be thoroughly investigated before she followed the doctor into Pei Garden.

"Paper documents obviously cannot show the whole you."

Pei Mozhi naturally placed the scalded bowl and chopsticks in front of her.

"You are much more real now than what's written in your profile. You're cute, beautiful, and a very interesting person."

He looked at her, his tone exceptionally sincere, and after a pause, gave an explanation that sounded perfectly reasonable.

"Besides, you don't need to be wary of me."

"Even if I don't love you, respecting each other's lifestyle habits and preferences within reasonable limits is also part of the spirit of the contract."

This sounds like a mere objective statement of the agreement's terms.

Although he said he was fulfilling his contractual obligations, he also genuinely praised her.

Zi Xi reluctantly accepted the explanation, but the tips of her ears burned uncontrollably.

Pei Mozhi looked at her flushed ears, his smile deepening, and a sense of pleasure spread uncontrollably through his heart once again.

I had never paid any attention to this woman before. I only got married to observe this special case who couldn't hear her own thoughts up close, hoping to find out from her why my mind-reading ability failed.

But starting yesterday, he had a strong intuition that this woman would become very different for him.

He wanted to break through her cold exterior and see her genuine joy for the things she liked, and he especially wanted to see her lose her composure because of him.

This made him feel as if a crack had been carved into his empty heart, and someone had moved in.

He just hoped the guest would have a good time and preferably not leave during the time that interested him.

Pei Mozhi, who vaguely sensed a hint of budding affection, did not continue the topic.

"The pot's boiling, so start your sweep, Miss Zhao."

He picked up the plum juice and refilled her glass.

"Let's get started!"

"The tripe is cooked through, Mr. Pei, please feel free to do as you please."

Zi Xi was instantly drawn to the delicious food, temporarily forgetting her shyness. She picked up the serving chopsticks and boldly put a large plate of tripe into the bubbling red soup.

Pei Mozhi watched her skillful movements and excited expression, and then put a piece of tripe into the red soup.

He can eat spicy food, but he's used to restraining himself.

Seeing the expectant look in the girl's eyes, he didn't hesitate to dip the blanched tripe in sesame oil and minced garlic and put it in his mouth.

Instantly, a domineering yet rich and mellow spicy aroma rushed straight to the top of one's head.

Even though he was mentally prepared that he would be spicy because he hadn't eaten for so long, he couldn't help but take a slight breath.

"How is it? Is it spicy?"

Although Zi Xi was also eating with great gusto, you could tell that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

"Hiss... Mmm, that's really enjoyable."

Pei Mozhi, having recovered from the initial shock, nodded, feeling the intense stimulation of his taste buds being fully awakened. His voice was slightly low and hoarse from the spiciness.

He picked up the chilled plum juice and took a big gulp. The cool, sweet and sour liquid perfectly neutralized the burning sensation, bringing a strange sense of comfort.

But he looked at Zixi's flushed cheeks and bright eyes, which were tingled from the spiciness.

Suddenly, I feel that indulging my taste buds like this once in a while might not be so bad?

Hearing his foul-sounding voice, Zi Xi almost choked.

"Try this soup; it's refreshing and helps relieve the spiciness."

He handed her the already warm chicken soup, his movements natural and fluid, as if taking care of her was something he was already used to.

Zi Xi looked at the snow-white bamboo fungus and chicken soup in the bowl, thanked her softly, and obediently began to eat.

The sweet and fresh taste indeed relieved the burning sensation on the tip of my tongue.

She secretly glanced at him; he was intently scooping out the beef tripe from the pot, his slightly flushed profile appearing somewhat hazy and unreal in the rising steam.

He is indeed a male demon.