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

Chapter 569: Chapter 569

Although it wasn’t as difficult to swallow as expected, the taste of the noodles was not bad.

Even though there was nothing astonishingly delicious, after all, it was just a bowl of noodles.

But Jing Qiao was well aware that the young master of the Song Family had not touched spring water with his own hands for years, having been under the strict upbringing of his grandfather, adopting the philosophy that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen.

Previously, to put it dramatically, he couldn’t even boil water clearly.

And now, he could make a bowl of noodles that didn’t taste horrible.

“Do they taste awful?” Bo Yuan asked.

A hint of seriousness flickered in his eyes. It made no sense, even if it wasn’t very good, it shouldn’t be awful, especially since he had tried making it several times.

Jing Qiao swallowed the food in her mouth and pursed her lips before shaking her head, “They’re not bad.”

She looked up at Bo Yuan, “When did you learn to cook noodles?”

Bo Yuan looked down, “I’ve known how for a while now. As long as they aren’t bad, that’s good enough.”

Jing Qiao picked up another chopstick of noodles and put them in her mouth. Seemingly casual, she asked vaguely, “Why suddenly decide to learn cooking? You used to be afraid of entering the kitchen.”

Because it was a hassle.

The young master thought it was a waste of time. With the time spent cooking, he could be doing some more work.

However, he never demanded Jing Qiao to cook either; he had more than enough money to hire a chef to manage the three meals a day.

It was just that Jing Qiao liked to cook and bake. She felt that cooking at home brought a livelihood and warmth to the house, making it feel more like a home.

To be precise, she enjoyed seeing Bo Yuan eat her cooking, even though he was expressionless, his usually

made her happier than winning an

it was not possible to demand perfection from everyone; shining in their own field was

when Bo Yuan excelled in his field of work, and she didn’t insist that such a man could also

at this moment, she was somewhat

Yuan heard Jing Qiao’s question, his expression remained

he said, “We have been apart for a long

apart for a long time, but

Bo Yuan took the initiative to

guilt,” Bo Yuan softly grasped her hand and continued in a low voice, “I thought to myself,

curved into a slight smile, “Mainly because cooking noodles is quite simple.

just a bowl of noodles, but the sentiment it brought to Jing

a man prone to obsession and compulsive habits, getting him to change was

to cook noodles?” Jing Qiao asked casually, holding back the

As longevity noodles, they say it should be one continuous noodle per bowl

Jing Qiao murmured in

Yuan said. “The tart shells and custard are ready-made. Just put them in the oven, set the timer, and you’re done. Then there’s baking cakes. When I was learning, I ruined an

Yuan looked at her, his voice unchanged but his gaze tender. “When I was learning, I didn’t think much. I just felt that even if you

too much. I missed you so much that it hurt my heart, and I felt like I’d go crazy if I didn’t do

was at a loss for

Yuan not to punish himself for the mistakes of

thought that Bo Yuan had forgotten,

Qiao remained silent,

her for a moment before saying, “Baby,

then reached up to forcefully wipe away the tears welling

Yuan was actually not good at comforting people—his skills in sweet talking or tender affections were

moment, he didn’t know how to comfort Jing Qiao and felt somewhat at a

his ring finger, he still wore the platinum ring

caressed the