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.

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

happier than winning

their own domain, and it was not possible to demand perfection

field of work, and she didn’t insist that such a

at this moment, she was somewhat

Jing Qiao’s question, his

was calm, maintaining his usual impassive tone, he said,

they had been apart for a long time, but she didn’t see how that related to her

Yuan took the

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

corner of Bo Yuan’s mouth curved into a slight smile, “Mainly because cooking noodles is quite

of noodles, but the sentiment it brought to Jing Qiao was

obsession and compulsive habits,

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

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

Qiao murmured

in the oven, set the timer, and you’re done. Then there’s baking cakes.

didn’t think much. I just felt that even if you hated me, maybe, just maybe, one day I could at

you too much. I missed you so much that it hurt my heart, and I felt like I’d go crazy if

Qiao was at a

told Bo Yuan not to punish himself

Bo Yuan had forgotten, but he had remembered all

Qiao remained silent, slurping

her, quietly watching her

Jing Qiao choked up, then reached up to forcefully

was actually not good at comforting people—his skills in sweet

Jing Qiao and felt

he still wore the platinum ring that now looked somewhat

gently caressed the platinum ring