Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant! by White Moon Lake

Chapter 568: Chapter 568

"If I don’t go out and buy it, should I order takeout?" Song Boyuan originally planned to go out and buy something to eat, something she liked.

But Jing Qiao hugged him, not letting him leave.

He could only suggest another option.

But Jing Qiao pouted coyly in his arms and shook her head.

"Takeout, no?"

"Um."

"Then should I have someone bring over a chef?"

Jing Qiao shook her head again, "No."

From the sound of her voice, Song Boyuan could almost hear her pouting.

He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Then, shall I cook?"

Jing Qiao suddenly looked up, blinking as she looked at him, "Can you?"

"If you don’t mind it being a bit bland, I guess I can," said Song Boyuan.

Jing Qiao hesitated again, "... Is it really bad?"

Her appearance actually ignited Song Boyuan’s competitive spirit.

He gently pecked her on the nose, "Of course it won’t be as delicious as your cooking, but no complaints allowed."

"Okay." Jing Qiao nodded, "Then I’ll watch you cook."

"Don’t watch. A master chef watching an apprentice cook," Song Boyuan looked into her eyes, "might make the apprentice too nervous and cut his hand."

This comment made Jing Qiao laugh.

Jing Qiao nodded, "Then you go, If I don’t watch, will that do?"

you a bath, and

Boyuan always maintained a rather stark composure, making him appear cool and calm at any time. Thus, even his care could sometimes

Qiao understood him well, so she was very

mention that taking a bath on an empty stomach wasn’t good for the

from the young master, she didn’t mind it being bad for her body just this

on the

floor-to-ceiling window in the bathroom, a one-way coated glass, so they could see the beautiful lake view of Jingcheng Wuhu Park

Beautiful as it was...

and began to feel a bit

empty stomach was truly unbearable, especially since she was already

Qiao quite wanted to wait until Song Boyuan had finished

worried that if she continued to force herself, she might faint in the bath and scare the young master, so

were faint sounds

in Song Boyuan’s house, the lake-view duplex

Qiao approached the kitchen, the sounds from inside grew

were... sounds of unskilled,

tiptoed, cautiously peeking from

counter, his head bowed as he struggled with the

when wearing an apron, he still managed to convey

to see that he

knew he was just like that, engaging fully in anything he did, whether it was something he was disinterested in

his own subjective desires, once he agreed and began, he took it

Qiao stood at the doorway and saw him take out a handful

the kitchens in his houses, so he equipped them fully with everything from

kitchen scale

meticulous that he used a

burst into

one hundred grams of noodles and put them into the pot, then he set the

chop vegetables rigorously

his methodical approach, the young master’s knife skills were lacking, and

anyone else, they wouldn’t have realized from his busy silhouette that he had cut himself since he didn’t react dramatically by pulling back his hand or dropping the knife, nor did he utter typical sounds of pain like "hiss"

over to the sink, turned on the tap to rinse his hand, closed the tap, and pressed his thumb against the cut on his forefinger while continuing to hold the ingredient with his middle finger, ring finger, and

understood him well, even though his movement