Sweet Temptation! The Beauty in President Pei's Palm is Too Alluring

Nuonuo smiled sweetly and returned the kiss.

The group walked into the main hall chatting and laughing, and no one paid any attention to Pei Yanzhou. He became a background figure and was completely ignored.

Pei Yanzhou didn't mind and followed slowly behind, his gaze falling on the rabbit ear headband on Shu Hua's head, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

Shu Hua was pulled to sit in the middle by Pei's mother and Pei Muyu, with Nuonuo sitting next to her. The three women chatted happily, making for a lively scene. Pei Yanzhou, on the other hand, sat alone on a single sofa to the side, leisurely sipping his tea. He even raised a glass to Pei Jun across the room.

After sitting for a while, Pei Yanzhou put down his teacup and stood up: "You guys chat, I'll go cook."

Upon hearing this, apart from Shu Hua, the other three people in the main hall—Pei's mother, Pei's father, and Pei Muyu—were all stunned. They all turned to look at him, their faces filled with shock.

Pei Muyu was the first to react, her expression as if she had heard something unbelievable. She looked her younger brother up and down: "You? Cook? Pei Yanzhou, when did you learn to cook? How come I didn't know?"

Pei's mother stared wide-eyed, her face a mixture of suspicion and worry: "You went to learn? The food you made... is it edible? You might set the kitchen on fire, won't you?" It wasn't that she didn't trust her son, but Pei Yanzhou, from childhood to adulthood, probably didn't even know which way the kitchen door faced, let alone how to cook. The Pei family had plenty of servants and cooks; why would they need their young master to cook for them personally?

Seeing everyone's shocked expressions, Shu Hua belatedly realized—Pei Yanzhou's ability to cook was actually a secret at home? He had never shown it before? When did he learn it?

Faced with the family's doubts, Pei Yanzhou remained calm and composed: "We can look forward to it."

Seeing his son's composed demeanor, Pei's father became intrigued.

He stood up and smiled, "Alright, I'll go and keep an eye on things, and I'll also cook a couple of dishes to celebrate our painting career being officially recognized." He was a good cook; he had learned it specifically when he was young to woo Pei's mother, which was why he was able to stand out among so many suitors back then.

Upon hearing this, Pei's mother was delighted: "Then we're in for a treat tonight! Both of our family's best chefs will be cooking."

"There are three of us." Pei Muyu also stood up and looked at Shu Hua. "Huahua, do you prefer cream cake or chocolate cake? I'll make a cake to celebrate."

Shu Hua was flattered by the whole family's participation and said, "I like them all! Everything my sister makes is sure to be delicious."

"Hmm." Pei Muyu smiled, then asked her daughter, "What flavor of cake does Nuonuo want?"

Nuonuo immediately raised her little hand: "Strawberry! Strawberry cream cakes are delicious!"

Pei Muyu bent down and kissed her daughter's rosy cheeks: "Okay, let's make strawberry mini cakes!"

The three "chefs" went into the kitchen one after another, leaving Shu Hua, Pei's mother, and Nuonuo in the living room. Pei's mother carefully examined Shu Hua, liking her more and more as she looked at her. She asked about her recent situation and showed concern for her.

"You've been promoted to a full-time position, so work might be busier from now on. Don't overwork yourself; your health is the most important thing. If that brat Yanzhou dares to make you work overtime and get tired, just tell your mother!"

Shu Hua: "Mom, don't worry, Yan Zhou really takes good care of me. I also really enjoy my work and don't feel tired at all."

"That's good." Mrs. Pei patted her hand, her voice filled with relief. "Seeing you two doing well makes me happiest. Yanzhou used to be so aloof and indifferent to everything, which always worried us. But now, with you by his side, he's a completely different person. He smiles, he cares about people, and he can even cook!"

At this point, Pei's mother couldn't help but laugh again, her eyes full of curiosity: "Huahua, tell me, can he really cook? When did he learn?"

Shu Hua blushed slightly and said softly, "Um...yes. He did it for me a few times. As for when he learned it..." She shook her head, "I don't know, he never told me."

Pei's mother's eyes flickered slightly, and she understood: "This boy... he's finally come to his senses and knows how to care for others."

At this moment, Nuonuo climbed into Shuhua's arms and whispered, "Auntie, is Uncle's cooking really delicious? My dad's cooking isn't good."

Shu Hua smiled and pinched her soft little face: "You'll know once you try it."

An hour and a half later, the long table in the restaurant was laden with dishes. Pei Yanzhou had prepared four dishes: steamed grouper, Longjing shrimp, lotus root and pork rib soup, and candied sweet potatoes. Each dish was exquisitely presented and smelled wonderful.

Pei's father then contributed his signature dishes—Buddha Jumps Over the Wall and braised pork ribs.

Pei Muyu's strawberry cream cake also came out perfectly.

Everyone took their seats. Nuonuo was placed in a high chair, her eyes fixed on the cake, her little mouth slightly open—she was incredibly cute.

As the patriarch, Pei's father raised his glass first, a satisfied smile on his face: "Today is a good day, the painting has been successfully promoted to a full-fledged position. Come, let's have a drink to celebrate!"

"Celebrating Hua Hua's official promotion!" Pei Muyu also raised her glass with a smile.

"Celebrating Auntie!" Nuonuo imitated her, raising her little milk cup and shouting in a childish voice.

Nuonuo couldn't wait any longer. Pointing at the plate of glistening, candied sweet potatoes, she said eagerly, "Grandpa! I want the sweet one!"

Mr. Pei chuckled and picked up a piece for her, carefully blowing on it before placing it in her small bowl: "Be careful, it's hot, eat slowly."

The little girl scooped it up with a spoon, took a big bite, and her eyes narrowed into crescent moons as she ate: "Delicious! Sweet!"

One meal was all it took for Pei Yanzhou to completely win over everyone's taste buds.

People who cook usually don't eat much when they come to the table to eat, and Pei Yanzhou was no exception. While taking care of Nuonuo's meal, he also didn't forget to put food on Shuhua's plate... Before long, a small mountain of food was piled up on Shuhua's plate.

With Pei's parents constantly adding food to her plate, Shu Hua looked at the ever-growing pile of food in front of her, feeling both amused and exasperated. She quietly tugged at Pei Yanzhou's sleeve under the table and whispered, "...Stop adding food, I really can't finish all of this."

Pei Yanzhou turned to look at her, his tone calm but brooking no argument: "Eat first, eat as much as you can. We'll talk about it later if you can't finish." But he scooped her a spoonful of soup.

Pei's mother laughed heartily, "Yes, yes, yes, Huahua, eat more! Look how thin you are! Yanzhou, take good care of your wife!"

After eating a bowl of rice, Xiao Nuonuo's tummy was round, and her attention returned to the cake. Suddenly, she looked up, blinked her big eyes, and looked at Pei Yanzhou, who was serving soup to Shu Hua, and asked in her childish voice, "Uncle~"

Pei Yanzhou looked up at her: "Hmm?"

"Are you going to cook again tomorrow?" the little girl asked earnestly.

The adults at the table were amused.

Pei Yanzhou raised an eyebrow and deliberately asked, "What's wrong?"

Nuonuo leaned forward, her eyes wide with anticipation: "Can Nuonuo eat again tomorrow?"