Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 95: Chapter 89: Zhan Qipei Cooks Noodles for Qiao Jing for the First Time

Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei’s shoulder, her face showing an unexpected expression.

Was he comforting her?

Though to her, Zhan Qipei was just a relative with a legal relationship, her husband in name, he was also the most familiar stranger.

Yet, it was this person who brought her an indescribable warmth at this moment.

“Thank you,” she said hoarsely, sincerely.

Listening to her, Zhan Qipei’s already furrowed brows tightened even more.

He didn’t want to hear her thank you; he would rather have Qiao Jing lean on his shoulder.

That still wasn’t enough for him; he really wanted… really wanted to hold Qiao Jing in his embrace to comfort her.

Though he wanted to, Zhan Qipei ultimately did not do so, because… after all, their marriage was only a contract, and he had no place to do such a thing to her.

Just then, “gurgle gurgle gurgle—” a stomach sounded its drumbeat.

Zhan Qipei looked towards Qiao Jing’s stomach, and as soon as he did, his own belly also “grrr—” grumbled.

Now nobody was embarrassed anymore; no one had room to talk about the other.

Qiao Jing stood up, “There’s still some noodles and tomatoes in the fridge, I’ll whip up a tomato and egg noodle dish, and we can just eat something simple.”

“I’ll do it,” Zhan Qipei said, seeing the tear stains that hadn’t fully dried on Qiao Jing’s face, and he couldn’t bear to have her cook again.

“You know how?” Qiao Jing asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

Zhan Qipei nodded, “Yes.”

“Oh, then you do it.” She wasn’t in the mood for cooking right now, and if it were just her, maybe she wouldn’t even eat.

After taking out the ingredients from the fridge, the first thing Zhan Qipei did in the kitchen was to take out his phone and look up how to make tomato and egg noodles.

He had never cooked before; him saying he could was entirely for the sake of his male pride.

“First, pour the oil, then crack the eggs into the pan…”

Zhan Qipei followed the steps and started to make the noodles.

How much oil to pour?

Is that a question?

Jing’s voice came from outside the

you sure you don’t need

hand slipped, and he poured half a

a bit

Qipei wasn’t sure

need, I can do

walking towards the kitchen and instead went to her suitcase,

was busy in the room, while Zhan Qipei battled

Zhan Qipei brought out

“Eat up.”

only one bowl? Aren’t

he had made too little, just

much to use

at Zhan Qipei’s figure, “You have indeed gained some weight recently,

face changed in

cooking that was too tasty, making him unable to resist eating an extra bowl

his own belly, was he

action and

when I first met you. I think you look better now;

pleased by Qiao

you’re saying, I give you

at all,” Qiao

Zhan Qipei’s face stiffened.

comes from myself; I meant for

Zhan Qipei was still not happy. His gaze shifted, landing on Qiao

day, how

he saw were always fussing about losing weight, being particularly picky with their food—never eating anything with high fat or high

fussy at all, eating heartily at every meal, consuming as much as,

had started to put on weight, how

have a special constitution; I don’t gain weight

Zhan Qipei expressed

your noodles quickly; they’re

anymore, thinking to himself how lucky he was to be a man. If he

her chopsticks, blew on them, and

Stopped.

Qiao Jing just slightly furrowed

Qiao Jing intently, seeing that she had no particular reaction, which

expectations too high.

as Zhan Qipei was thinking this, Qiao Jing received

Qiao Jing, holding her phone, stepped

the table still more than half full of noodles, his Adam’s apple moved slightly. More than being hungry, he wanted