Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 432 The Unspeakable Secret (5K)

Mu Qingyang was busy in the kitchen, rolling out the dough herself and then tossing it.

Although her hand-swinging was quite messy, with one strand long and one short, one thick and one thin, she was still rather satisfied with her skill.

I learned how to make noodles by calling my grandma and getting her instructions over the phone.

Today, she was actually the only one in the huge rented apartment.

She came here as soon as get out of class ended, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and then started making longevity noodles.

"Mu Qingyang, you really are the smartest person in the world! You succeeded on your first try at making noodles! Perfect!" Mu Qingyang clapped his hands and praised himself happily.

His body and face were covered in flour, making him look somewhat disheveled.

Scoop the noodles out and put them into the soup.

She didn't know how to make soup; she just put some lard, soy sauce, salt, pepper, Sichuan peppercorns, and other seasonings into boiling water.

I'll also fry an egg while I'm at it.

I was clumsy when frying eggs and burned three in a row.

She was puzzled as to why her grandmother and Zeng Wenjie's grandmother always fried eggs in such a simple way.
Fortunately, the fourth one was successful. It was a bit old, but not burnt, and the shape looked pretty good.

Spread the greens on top, then cover with the poached egg, sprinkle with chopped green onions, and you're all done!
There were too many noodles, so she simply made two bowls to eat with Zeng Wenjie.

Zeng Wenjie happened to return at that moment. Mu Qingyang was just putting the noodles on the table when she waved to Zeng Wenjie and said, "You've come at just the right time. These are freshly cooked longevity noodles!"

Zeng Wenjie smiled and said, "Go wash your face, you're all covered in pudding!"

Mu Qingyang hurriedly ran into the bathroom, saw the flour on his face, and couldn't help but smile helplessly. He quickly washed his face with water.

"This bowl with the poached egg is yours, this bowl is mine. The whistle is here, see how much you want," Mu Qingyang said happily as he walked up and pointed to the two bowls of noodles.

Zeng Wenjie sat down, picked up his chopsticks, looked at the noodles of varying sizes in the bowl, and couldn't help but laugh, "You've gone to a lot of trouble, actually making noodles by yourself."

Mu Qingyang said, "It's more meaningful to make it by hand. This is the first birthday I've spent with you!"

Then, she said smugly, "Although it doesn't look very appealing, it's something that goes into my stomach after all, so appearance doesn't matter, right?"

Zeng Wenjie suppressed a laugh. These noodles couldn't possibly be very tasty, since they were all different thicknesses, which would result in a significant difference in texture after cooking.

However, he wouldn't criticize Mu Qingyang for being clumsy; on the contrary, he was quite moved.

Damn it, what girl would be willing to make a bowl of longevity noodles for her boyfriend's birthday? She might not even be willing to make him instant noodles.

Guys are always expected to give gifts and things, what the hell is that sense of ceremony? But when it's their own birthday, they get nothing, just a dry, uninspired blessing.

"Have some water first, you smell strongly of alcohol." Mu Qingyang poured him a glass of warm water.

"Thank you." Zeng Wenjie downed his drink in one gulp and then sat down.

Mu Qingyang smiled and said, "Happy birthday! Let's eat! I hope my longevity noodles will help you live to be a hundred years old."

Zeng Wenjie picked up his chopsticks and said to her, "In my hometown, when the elders are still alive, we can't say 'long life' on their birthdays; we have to say 'long tail.' That's a custom in my hometown. If you're there, you should be careful."

Mu Qingyang was taken aback and said, "Oh!"

Zeng Wenjie picked up a noodle and put it in his mouth, saying as he ate, "Thank you, Xiao Mu, for making these longevity noodles. They're delicious!"

Mu Qingyang happily started eating from her own bowl. She thought the noodles weren't very pretty, but they were chewy and delicious.

The taste wasn't bad, but it wasn't particularly delicious either, yet Zeng Wenjie ate it with great relish.

Just then, the phone rang; it was Hu Guohua calling.

"Hey, bra, aren't you celebrating your birthday today? I'll treat you to a foot bath!" Hu Guohua said casually.

Zeng Wenjie had the call on speakerphone, and Mu Qingyang heard it immediately.

Zeng Wenjie said, "I have a girlfriend, who wants to go to a foot bath with you! If you want to go, don't use my birthday as an excuse."

Hu Guohua cursed, "Isn't it all because you sent that illiterate Shi Jing to the Central Plains Province? Now I can't even find anyone to hang out with! A bunch of idiots at my school aren't too keen on going out with me, afraid I'll run away alone."

Zeng Wenjie then said, "It wasn't me who caused it, it was Wang Xuelian who caused it."

Hu Guohua grunted and said, "She's been trying to curry favor with me lately, hoping to get a job under your wing through my introduction."

Zeng Wenjie chuckled and said, "No, my temple is too small to accommodate such a great bodhisattva. You should keep him for yourself! Xiao Mu and I are eating noodles, so we won't chatter with you anymore."

"Damn it, he's got no humanity when it comes to women..." Hu Guohua couldn't help but curse.

Zeng Wenjie hung up the phone calmly and unhurriedly. That's the good thing about taking Xiao Mu to get a foot massage all the time. Even if someone invites him to get a foot massage, he doesn't have to worry about being suspected.

"bra!"

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but laugh and said, "I laugh every time I hear this nickname!"

Zeng Wenjie sneered, "Go ahead and spread the word if you dare. Let's see if I'll let you off the hook next time I choke you naked!"

Mu Qingyang said, "I wouldn't dare, please spare my life, God of Longevity!"

This Mu Qingyang is becoming more and more unconventional.

Zeng Wenjie emptied the noodles from his bowl and took two bites of the poached egg, giving off a feeling of "a cow chewing on a peony."

Although it doesn't taste good, it is of great significance, so this analogy is not wrong.

"Happy birthday!"

Mu Qingyang went back to his room, took out a gift box, handed it to Zeng Wenjie, and said happily.

Zeng Wenjie was taken aback for a moment, then happily accepted the gift, saying, "I didn't expect to receive a gift from someone who likes receiving gifts."

Mu Qingyang snorted and said, "You didn't expect that I'd give you a bowl of longevity noodles just because it's your birthday, did you?!"

Zeng Wenjie carefully unpacked the gift box, and inside was a Gucci tie and a tie clip.

The tie clip is exquisite, studded with diamonds, but has no logo. I don't know what brand it is.

Judging from its design, it's definitely not cheap, especially with the diamond embellishments; it's probably worth at least six figures!
Mu Qingyang has definitely been exposed to far more luxury goods than Zeng Wenjie. If she hadn't thought Zeng Wenjie's Gucci belt was nice, she would have wanted to buy another niche but ridiculously expensive brand.

After much deliberation, I decided on Gucci, and the tie clip came from a jewelry company in Toronto, Canada.

"So stingy! You didn't even send a suit, just a tie and tie clip, is that all?" Zeng Wenjie said with a sneer.

"Hmph, I love seeing you act so naive and unsophisticated!" Mu Qingyang snorted in response.

Zeng Wenjie held the tie clip in his hand and examined it. In fact, he knew that this thing must be expensive!

Just look at those few diamonds...

Seriously, diamonds are definitely a rip-off!
However, you must never say such hurtful things, otherwise, Xiao Mu will really be sad.

If you criticize a carefully chosen gift as a rip-off, it's absolutely devastating!

Men are often careless and, after receiving a gift from a girl, can't help but complain, but such complaints are undoubtedly hurtful. So, please don't make this kind of foolish mistake.

And this tie also exudes an air of nobility.

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but ask cautiously, "You don't really dislike it, do you?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "How could I not like it? I'll change it up and show it to you."

After saying this, he picked up the tie, wrapped it around the collar of his shirt, skillfully tied a bow tie, and clipped it on with a tie clip.

A smile returned to Mu Qingyang's face.

"I was just joking. I work in the gold and jewelry business, how could I not tell how valuable this thing is?"

"Besides, I'll love any gift you give me!"

"Hmm~ Look, I even finished the noodle soup!"

Zeng Wenjie showed off his tie and shiny tie clip, smiling at Mu Qingyang.

Mu Qingyang was completely relieved and nodded, saying, "I'm glad you like it. I was just worried you wouldn't like it. I've been preparing this for a long time!"

Zeng Wenjie took off his tie again and said, "From now on, whenever I have to wear a suit and tie, I will use the tie and tie clip you gave me."

Mu Qingyang smiled sweetly and said, "I originally wanted to buy you a Patek Philippe, but I thought that wearing a Longines would be more low-key, and a Patek Philippe would be a bit too flashy."

"PP?"

Zeng Wenjie looked completely bewildered.

"Patek Philippe, I love seeing your naive and unsophisticated look!"

Mu Qingyang covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

Zeng Wenjie was also glad that Mu Qingyang hadn't given him a watch; otherwise, if Mrs. Feng had seen that he had switched to a Patek Philippe, she might have felt uncomfortable even if she didn't say anything.

In the past, Zeng Wenjie wouldn't have cared, but now it's different; he can feel Feng Xiao's feelings.

Moreover, he still has a long way to go in his future and will need Feng Xiao's help. Zeng Wenjie said, "That's right, Xiao Mu has such good judgment!"

Mu Qingyang said, "I'll go get the cake. You need to make a wish and blow out the candles."

She busied herself taking out the small cakes from the refrigerator.

Since there were two of us, we bought a smaller one.

Zeng Wenjie had already told her that he wouldn't have a big birthday celebration; he just wanted to spend it quietly together.

Mu Qingyang agreed, and so he specially prepared this bowl of longevity noodles and a gift for him.

Zeng Wenjie plans to celebrate his birthdays like this from now on, because it's not advisable to have a big celebration, as it could easily lead to serious trouble if one is not careful.

"The cake is here!"

Mu Qingyang placed the cake on the table; the cake had two little figures holding hands on its surface.

She inserted the candles one by one, making a total of nineteen.

I don't want those number candles, perhaps because I feel they lack a sense of ritual.

Zeng Wenjie turned off the lights, and Mu Qingyang took his lighter and lit the candles one by one, filling the room with candlelight.

Looking at the candles, Zeng Wenjie suddenly thought of the freezing disaster in 08. He would have to stock up on more of these things, as well as fruits, vegetables and various daily necessities.

However, I don't quite remember the exact date, but it started in January.

"Come on, make a wish and blow out the candles," Mu Qingyang said.

“How about this, you make a wish with me, and I’ll give you one of my wishes,” Zeng Wenjie said with a smile.

"Really? It can even be divided into different wishes?!" Mu Qingyang asked in surprise, a little skeptical.

Her eyes were large and bright, and the candlelight reflected in her dark eyes gave them a captivating glow.

Zeng Wenjie pulled her to sit down next to him and said, "Because I'm rather greedy, I've always made two wishes since I was little, so I'll share one with you today!"

Mu Qingyang believed it to be true; sometimes, she's just that easily fooled.

So she obediently closed her eyes and made a wish.

Zeng Wenjie glanced at her. He, who had never believed in such things before, sincerely believed at this moment and closed his eyes to make a wish.

One of them wished Zeng Wenjie good health.

May Mu Qingyang be happy every day.

They were both making wishes for each other, which perfectly complemented each other.

After opening their eyes, the two blew out the candles together, plunging the room back into darkness, with only the outside light shining through, providing a faint glow.

After turning on the lights, Mu Qingyang carefully pulled out the candles one by one and threw them away.

“No need to cut it, let’s just share it with forks,” Zeng Wenjie said.

"Oh! Okay." Mu Qingyang picked up a piece with his fork and put it in his mouth.

Zeng Wenjie immediately straightened his face and said, "Why aren't you giving me the first bite on my birthday?"

Mu Qingyang was taken aback and said, "Ah... I'm sorry, I was just too greedy and didn't think of that..."

Zeng Wenjie said, "That won't do. It's like you've wasted your birthday if you don't eat the first bite of cake."

Mu Qingyang said somewhat awkwardly, "Shall we go buy another one? It's still early, we should be able to buy one."

Zeng Wenjie laughed and said, "It's not that complicated!"

He grabbed Mu Qingyang, who was at a loss for what to do, and then kissed her cheek.

Mu Qingyang's lips were still covered in cream, and her mouth was full of the sweet aroma of cake. Zeng Wenjie thought this was much more satisfying than eating cake!

Mu Qingyang dropped the fork in his hand onto the table, and immediately wrapped his arms around Zeng Wenjie's waist, somewhat hastily and flusteredly welcoming his attack.

Thinking that Mu Qingyang had rushed here as soon as get out of class ended today, painstakingly kneading, rolling, and pulling the dough, just to make him a bowl of longevity noodles, he felt an indescribable emotion welling up inside him!
This flavor can only be sweet, honey-like, rich, and even a little cloying.

Every time I get intimate with Xiao Mu, I have a unique feeling.

"Whoo~"

Finally, as they parted, they both couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Mu Qingyang's face flushed red again, looking incredibly cute.

"How much did you drink? You smell strongly of alcohol!" she said, wrinkling her nose, somewhat displeased.

"There's no way around it, today is an exclusive interview after all, and I have to treat my friends from the General Administration to a meal afterwards," Zeng Wenjie said with a grin.

Mu Qingyang said, "Since you drink so much, you must keep exercising, otherwise your health will suffer and you'll easily gain weight!"

Zeng Wenjie said, "Isn't being chubby cute?"

Mu Qingyang gently poked him with her finger and said, "Double standards! Double standards! Double standards! When I get fat, I'm a little tank, but when you get fat, you're cute!"

Zeng Wenjie couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After finishing the cake, Zeng Wenjie felt like he was about to burst.

I just came back from having dinner at Shanshui Pavilion and ate a bowl of longevity noodles with a poached egg, and then I ate cake. Oh, and I think I also ate a beak and a sparrow tongue while eating the cake?
Anyway, they were all quite delicious.

After tidying themselves up and changing into their pajamas, the two snuggled together on the sofa to watch TV.

Mu Qingyang curled up on the edge of the sofa, her legs tucked in, leaning against Zeng Wenjie.

Zeng Wenjie couldn't resist pinching the masseuse's soft, delicate feet and asking, "Did you just wish for me to make a fortune?"

Mu Qingyang awkwardly shrank his feet and laughed, "I wish you good health."

Zeng Wenjie was taken aback and said, "Then why don't you make a wish for yourself? You didn't even think about yourself on your birthday."

Mu Qingyang looked at him and said slowly, "Because I know you must have made a wish for me too."

Zeng Wenjie said, "You're that confident!"

"uh-huh!!!"

Mu Qingyang raised his chin, even looking a little smug.

Zeng Wenjie smiled with satisfaction. This was the cutest version of Xiao Mu.

She is outstanding in appearance, temperament, and talent; she is an exceptionally talented girl. Negative emotions like inferiority complex are not hers.

“Next time, I’m going to make a wish for myself,” Mu Qingyang said.

"What do you wish for?" Zeng Wenjie asked.

"I want to make a wish that my twelve-year-old self can hear it," Mu Qingyang said slowly.

"Oh? That's a novel wish!"

"I want to tell my twelve-year-old self not to be intimidated by the difficulties and obstacles in front of me, because many people will love her in the future."

"A lot of people?" Zeng Wenjie asked, displeased.

Mu Qingyang nodded slightly and said, "Moreover, there is one that is most unique."

Zeng Wenjie was very satisfied with what he heard.

The movie channel is currently airing a midnight special, featuring Leonardo DiCaprio's Titanic, a film he made during his peak of handsomeness.

He had originally wanted to watch the whole thing with Xiao Mu, but he had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and now the effects of the alcohol were rising, and he was overcome with drowsiness. He tilted his head and fell asleep.

Mu Qingyang heard even breathing beside her, turned her head and saw that her boyfriend had fallen asleep on the sofa.

She tried to wake the other person up so they could go to bed, but she couldn't wake them up no matter how many times she called.

So, we could only lay him down on the spot and then bring the blanket over him.

After doing all that, she sat down next to Zeng Wenjie's head and continued watching the rest of the movie.

As she watched, she heard Zeng Wenjie mutter something in his sleep; it was a sentence in Russian—

She turned to look at Zeng Wenjie, who was sleeping soundly, and saw that he had his brows furrowed and was repeatedly muttering the same sentence.

But he spoke it so nervously and hurriedly, repeating it over and over, as if afraid of forgetting it. It was clearly a sentence meant to express love.

Mu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then gently stroked his forehead and whispered in his ear the same words and sentences.

Then she saw Zeng Wenjie's tightly furrowed brows slowly relax, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth...

Mu Qingyang tilted his head, somewhat puzzled as to why Zeng Wenjie kept repeating this phrase in his nightmares.

She thought that there might be some secret she didn't know about inside!
(End of this chapter)