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.

be precise, she enjoyed seeing Bo Yuan eat her cooking, even though he was expressionless, his usually indifferent eyes would still reveal a

made her happier

perfection from

of work, and she didn’t insist

this moment, she was somewhat

Yuan heard Jing Qiao’s question, his

his voice was calm, maintaining his usual impassive tone, he said, “We

knew they had been apart for a long time, but she didn’t see

Yuan took the initiative to

something to keep from going mad with guilt,” Bo Yuan softly grasped her hand and continued in a low voice, “I thought to myself, if

mouth curved into a slight smile, “Mainly because cooking noodles is quite simple. I am so bad at

was just a bowl of noodles, but the

this was a man prone to obsession and compulsive habits, getting

casually, holding back the warmth in her eyes, “Didn’t learn to cook anything

to roll a continuous noodle. As longevity noodles, they say it should be one continuous noodle per bowl to symbolize endurance. Didn’t have enough

murmured in response,

is simple,” Bo Yuan said. “The tart shells and custard are ready-made. Just put them in the oven, set the timer,

but his gaze tender. “When I was learning, I didn’t think much. I just felt that even if you hated me, maybe, just maybe,

much that it hurt my heart, and I felt like I’d go crazy

Qiao was at a loss for

she had always told Bo Yuan not to punish himself

that Bo Yuan had forgotten, but he

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

skills in sweet talking or tender affections

felt

ring finger, he still wore the platinum ring that

fingertips gently caressed the platinum ring on his ring