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?

Qiao Jing’s voice came from outside the

you

this, Zhan Qipei’s hand slipped, and he poured half a wok full of

a bit too much, didn’t

Qipei wasn’t sure

I can

Jing stopped walking towards the kitchen and instead went to her suitcase, taking things out one by one, placing them in

the room, while Zhan Qipei battled in

Qipei brought out a bowl of

“Eat up.”

come there’s only one bowl? Aren’t you eating?” Qiao Jing

trying to lose weight lately.” Actually, he had made too little,

making noodles, and he didn’t know how much to use to get it just right. To have

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

face changed

hearing that; whose fault was it that he’d gained weight? Wasn’t it your cooking that was too tasty, making him unable to resist eating an extra

Qipei quietly touched his own

action and found

not that fat, just slightly heavier than when I first met you. I think you look better now; you were too skinny before. You have more of a manly

Qipei was pleased by

I give you

all,” Qiao Jing answered

Zhan Qipei’s face stiffened.

of security comes from myself;

Qipei was still not happy. His gaze shifted, landing on Qiao Jing’s

a lot every day, how come you don’t gain

always fussing about losing weight, being particularly picky with their food—never eating anything with high fat or high calories, not eating sweets, this not eaten, that not

she wasn’t fussy at all, eating heartily at every meal, consuming as much

on weight, how come she hadn’t changed at

have a special constitution; I don’t gain weight no matter what I

this, Zhan Qipei

noodles quickly; they’re

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

Jing nodded, lifted the noodles with her chopsticks,

Stopped.

Jing just slightly furrowed her eyebrows and then began to eat

Qipei watched Qiao Jing intently, seeing that she had no

expectations too high. As long as

thinking this, Qiao Jing received a call from the research

her phone, stepped out onto

looked at the bowl on the table still more than half full of noodles, his Adam’s apple moved slightly. More than being hungry, he wanted to taste what the noodles he