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Chapter 95 A Heart Like Wild Grass

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The living room was quiet.

Or rather, the only thing humming in the entire room was the kitchen range hood.

Fan Bing picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the "Penfolds" red wine that Brother Li had bought.

To be honest, she likes red wine, but her knowledge of wine culture is only at a beginner level. Although she has learned some about French wines, the types of wine she has tasted are still mostly from the French wine region.

But the wine Brother Li bought today is from Australia.

In his words, it was "a very good wine".

Yes, Brother Li was right, it does taste quite pleasant.

As she thought about it, she put down her cup and looked at Li Mu sitting opposite her.

At this moment, Brother Li's brows were furrowed as he stared at the chessboard, sometimes agonizing, sometimes frowning, sometimes blinking.

Hey.

She chuckled to herself.

Brother Li was clearly stumped.

It seems that my practice over this period of time has not been in vain.

Then, instead of disturbing her, she turned her gaze elsewhere.

To be honest, she had always thought that Brother Li should live in a villa or some high-end mansion—but when she came here just now, looking at this community, she subconsciously felt that it was somewhat unworthy of Brother Li's wealth.

But she saw the tennis court and the swimming pool.

Furthermore, the exterior walls of this residential complex called Mingya Garden are already quite old.

Fan Linbing subconsciously estimated that the community would take at least three to five years to complete.

Hmm—If we count five years, in 96, it was a residential area with tennis courts and a swimming pool.

Subconsciously, she felt as if she understood.

So she glanced at the books piled on the table.

There are so many books I haven't read.

The computer is quite new.

The room was quite tidy overall—it was very comfortable to stay in.

Overall—like the person in front of me, I have a kind of inner beauty.

Just then, Li Mu placed another piece.

Then she came to her senses.

Now it was her turn to frown.

Go, in essence, is about this: focusing on the opening moves, weighing gains and losses, considering advances and retreats, and weighing choices.

She likes it quite a bit.

At first, it seemed difficult, but after learning it, I discovered just how wonderful it was.

Moreover, the environment made her feel very comfortable, and she even felt that time had stopped in this room.

Just as the two were locked in a fierce battle, exchanging pieces, the alarm clock suddenly rang.

Fan Bing, who was pondering where to go next, came to her senses and saw Li Mu stand up.

The noodles he prepared were due to be ready.

To be honest, cooking is his favorite pastime now, more so than Go.

Although it sounds a bit crude at first, it's true. It all comes down to Fatty's cooking skills, which give him an unparalleled sense of novelty. To put it even more crudely, his cooking skills are like a newly acquired concubine.

What is Go?

She's an old auntie who's been around for thousands of years.

He strode into the kitchen, inspected the dough he was about to bake, and when the whole dough was poured onto the cutting board, he patted it lightly a few times, making a "PIA, PIA" sound.

From Fan Bingbing's perspective as she followed her into the kitchen, the dough seemed to pause and tremble as she patted it, as if inexplicably following her breathing rhythm.

It looks like it feels really good.

Then she heard Li Mu say, "Hmm, not bad."

As he spoke, he dusted his hands with flour and began to stretch the dough, trim the edges, and finally made two light cuts on the dough with a knife before putting it into the oven.

His movements were so skillful that Fan Bing couldn't help but ask, "Brother Li, who did you learn this move from?"

Li Mu was taken aback: "I already said, I learned it by myself from books."

"That's amazing!"

Fan Taobing shook her head subconsciously.

She can't cook, but she used to help her mother knead dough when she was a child at home.

Unfortunately, there seemed to be too much water in the dough at first, so she added more flour, but then there was too much flour, so she had to add more water—and it was eventually kicked out of the kitchen.

And now, looking at this person who is about the same age as me—or rather, the chef.

Recalling the other person's skillful handling of everything from making beef to baking bread, she suddenly became even more curious about Brother Ji in front of her.

This curiosity is like wild grass sprouting in one's heart.

After a rain, life sprang to life.

"Tsk, we lost."

As Li Mu regretfully resigned, the big star opposite him, who had already drunk a third of a bottle of red wine, grinned: "Hehe, haven't I improved a lot?"

"It's more than just big—"

Li Mu shook his head slightly.

If you're not as skilled as others, there's nothing more to say.

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"So now it's one win and one loss."

"uh-huh."

The two began picking up the pieces.

Li Mu checked the time and, seeing that it was almost time, said, "Let's cook the third dish later; the beef is almost done stewing."

"it is good."

So, Li Mu went into the kitchen.

Soon, accompanied by sizzling sounds, fresh sea bass was put into the pot, and at the same time, the aroma of baking gradually filled the house.

Immediately afterwards, as Li Mu busied himself, pan-fried sea bass with lemon, braised meat in red wine, blanched vegetables, and bread baked a second time until crispy on the outside and soft on the inside were all served.

At first glance, it appears to serve only Western food, but in terms of plating, it is more like a country style.

The plate was large and the food was plentiful, far from the "plating art" that Fatty Brother knew.

Even the tableware is chopsticks —

It has a somewhat hybrid feel, neither entirely Chinese nor entirely Western.

But Fan Bing didn't complain, because she was completely attracted by the aroma of the food.

So they sat down and poured wine.

After taking a sip of red wine, she immediately picked up her chopsticks.

There was no formality about eating white meat before red meat; she headed straight for a large piece of beef rib.

Then take a bite—

"Um????"

She suddenly looked up and saw Li Mu sitting across the table.

Eyes wide open, nostrils flared —

They all looked surprised.

Then comes the chewing action.

Then----

"Um!!!!"

"Hahaha~"

Li Mu laughed at her rather exaggerated eating habits.

The guests seem very satisfied.

He pondered for a moment, then picked up a piece of fish, tasted it, and squinted his eyes as well.

I have to admit, Fatty's cooking skills are truly unreasonable.

It's so damn delicious!

As for Fan Bing on the other side, she was even more impressed. After eating a bite of beef, she picked up a piece of fish—although the order of eating was completely reversed, the taste of the fish mixed with lemon still made her squint her eyes and give Li Mu a thumbs up.

To be honest, she knew that neither of these dishes was prepared in the Chinese style, but rather as Western cuisine.

Speaking of Western food—it's not that she hasn't eaten high-end Western food before; on the contrary, high-end Western food has become very popular in Beijing in the last two years.

Business entertainment occasions are often held in high-end Western restaurants.

Her initial understanding of red wine was learned in such settings.

The food at those restaurants was pretty good, but it wasn't as good as what Brother Li made.

To put it even more dramatically, the taste of these two dishes somewhat overturned her perception of Western food.

How can it be so delicious?

"Brother Li, to be honest, and don't think I'm exaggerating—this is the best red wine braised beef I've ever had. Seriously, I feel like those chefs can't even come close to making it like this!"

"Ha, thank you. I'm glad you like it. Cheers!"

Looking at the raised glass of red wine, Fan Taobing, suddenly overjoyed, smiled broadly: "Cheers!"

Beef, fish, and bread are like nutrients.

Red wine is like sweet rain that nourishes the soul.

After taking a sip, she unconsciously looked across at the person opposite her.

I inexplicably felt my face getting hot.

An inexplicable feeling welled up inside her, prompting her to ask, "Brother Li, do you have a girlfriend?"

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Li Mu was taken aback.

He blinked, seemingly not quite understanding: "Huh?"

Seeing his bewildered expression, Fan Bing felt her face burning even hotter, but she subconsciously looked away and asked, somewhat trying to cover up her misunderstanding, "Your girlfriend must be so lucky, getting to eat your cooking every day."

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She even used inverted sentences.

But Li Mu smiled and shook his head: "No, I've never been in a relationship."

"————?"

Fan Bing was stunned: "Huh? You—you—huh?"

She was truly stunned.

Young, handsome, rich, and talented—this person has never been in a relationship?

What kind of international joke are you making?

But Li Mu couldn't help but think of Fatty.

Recalling what the other person had gone through.

Love at first sight, dating, marriage —

And that's how it turned out.

With a sigh, he shook his head: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Come on, let's have a drink."

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Fan Bing, who had just been shocked by this fact, quickly came to her senses, paused for a moment, and then raised her glass: "Cheers."

As she tilted her head back to drink, her gaze inevitably fell on the other person's face.

Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, but the blush on her cheeks seemed to have become even redder.

"Hmm, that makes practicing very convenient for you."

"Definitely, you can come over to get it done before or after get off work every day."

Around 10 PM, Fan Taobing, having finished her meal, said goodbye, while Li Mu, who couldn't drive because he had been drinking, got off with her.

After we got off the plane, I took her to the door to hail a taxi.

As if taking a stroll, the two walked and talked, passing by an empty tennis court.

"Now I finally understand why you live here, Brother Li. You don't even need to go outside. The neighborhood has a sports field and a swimming pool, it's so convenient—and there are hardly any outsiders, right?"

"Yes, they're all people from the neighborhood."

"Tsk tsk, so convenient."

She sighed as the two walked past the tennis court, chatting casually all the way to the main gate.

A row of taxis was already parked outside, waiting for fares. Fan Bing, who had already pulled her mask up, said to him naturally, "Brother Li, I'm off now. Thanks for the treat, hehe, it was really delicious!"

"Haha, thank you for the compliment."

Looking at Li Mu's smiling face, the girl wearing a mask suddenly asked, "Can I come here to eat again next time?"

"Of course! Just let us know in advance what you'd like to eat."

Li Mu readily agreed.

So, the big star beamed with joy as Li Mu personally opened the back door of the taxi for her and she got in.

"Brother Li, bye-bye."

"Okay, let me know when you arrive."

"OK."

With a bang, the car door closed, and the taxi slowly drove away.

Li Mu then turned around and walked back.

He had only taken a few steps when his phone suddenly vibrated: "Brother Li, we still have one game of chess to decide."

Li Muxin said you have quite a strong competitive spirit.

Hey.