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,

happier than winning an

domain, and it was not possible to demand perfection from everyone; shining

field of work, and she didn’t insist that

this moment, she

when Bo Yuan heard Jing Qiao’s question,

impassive tone, he said, “We have

a long time, but she didn’t see

took the initiative to continue

with guilt,” Bo Yuan softly grasped her hand and continued in a low voice, “I thought to myself, if I’m lucky enough to reconcile with you one day, at the very least, I should be able to cook you a bowl of longevity noodles on

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

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

compulsive habits,

cook noodles?” Jing Qiao asked casually, holding back the warmth in her eyes, “Didn’t learn

thought for a moment, “I also learned how 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 time today, another day

murmured

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

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

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

at a loss for

had always told Bo Yuan not

had forgotten, but he had remembered

Qiao remained silent,

watching her for a moment before saying,

then reached up to forcefully

good at comforting people—his skills in sweet talking or tender affections were

at this moment, he didn’t know how to comfort Jing Qiao and felt somewhat at a loss. Thus, he simply reached

wore the platinum ring that now

the platinum ring on his