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.

was willing to cook for Bo Yuan. To be precise, she enjoyed seeing Bo Yuan eat her cooking, even though he was expressionless, his usually indifferent eyes would still reveal a feeling of

made her happier than winning

not possible to demand perfection from everyone;

and she didn’t insist that such a man

at this moment, she

Jing Qiao’s question, his

his voice was calm, maintaining his usual impassive tone, he said, “We have been apart for a long

a long time,

took the initiative to

to myself, if I’m lucky enough to reconcile with

corner of Bo Yuan’s mouth curved into a slight smile, “Mainly because cooking noodles is quite simple. I am so bad at this, I can’t manage without

a bowl of noodles, but the sentiment it brought

to obsession and compulsive habits, getting him to change

asked casually, holding back the warmth in

Yuan thought for a moment, “I also learned how to roll a continuous noodle. As longevity noodles, they say

Jing Qiao murmured in response,

the timer, and you’re done. Then there’s baking cakes. When I was learning,

much. I just

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

Bo Yuan not to punish himself for the mistakes of

Yuan had forgotten, but he had

Qiao remained silent, slurping her

Yuan sat opposite her, quietly watching her for a moment before saying, “Baby, stop

up, then reached up to forcefully wipe away the tears welling

at comforting people—his skills in sweet talking or

Qiao and felt somewhat at a loss. Thus, he simply reached out and took her

his ring finger, he still wore the platinum ring that now

gently caressed the