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

you sure you don’t

slipped, and he

bit too much, didn’t

wasn’t sure

I

towards the kitchen and instead went to her suitcase,

busy in the room,

minutes passed, and Zhan Qipei brought out a bowl

“Eat up.”

one bowl? Aren’t you eating?” Qiao Jing

been trying to lose weight lately.” Actually, he had made too little, just enough for one

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

Qipei’s figure, “You have indeed gained some weight recently, it’s time for you to

face changed in an

it your cooking that was too tasty, making him unable to resist

quietly touched his own

man’s action

met you. I think you look better now; you were too skinny before. You have more of a manly presence now, and

was pleased by Qiao Jing’s

you

all,” Qiao Jing

Zhan Qipei’s face stiffened.

from

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

day, how

was different from most girls. Nine and a half out of ten girls he saw were always fussing about losing weight, being particularly picky

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

weight, how

constitution; I don’t gain weight no

Qipei expressed

your noodles

lucky he was to be a man. If he were a woman, he’d probably

with her chopsticks, blew on

Stopped.

furrowed her eyebrows and

she had no particular reaction, which was the

time making noodles; he didn’t set his expectations too high. As long as they weren’t disgusting, it was

this, Qiao Jing received a call from the research

her phone, stepped out onto the

his Adam’s apple moved slightly. More