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 tically, 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 tspent cooking, he could be doing smore

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 hbrought a livelihood and warmth

to the house, making it feel more like a home.

Moreover, Jing Qiao was willing to cook for Bo Yuan. To be precise, she enjoyed seeing Bo Yuan eat her cooking,

even though he was expressionless, his usually indifferent eyes would still reveal a feeling of contentment.

That made her happier than winning an award.

Everyone has their own domain, and it was not possible to demand perfection from everyone; shining in their

own field was all that was necessary.

Jing Qiao liked it when Bo Yuan excelled in his field of work, and she didn’t insist that such a man could also cook

for her at home.

So, at this moment, she was somewhat surprised.

And when Bo Yuan heard Jing Qiao’s question, his expression remained calm.

Even his voice was calm, maintaining his usual impassive tone, he said, “We have been apart for a long time,

darling.”

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

question.

Rarely, Bo Yuan took the initiative to continue speaking.

“All this time, | had to do something to keep from going mad 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, | should be able to cook you a bowl of longevity noodles on your birthday.”

The corner of Bo Yuan's mouth curved into a slight smile, “Mainly because cooking noodles is quite simple. | am

so bad at this, | can’t manage without you.”

It was just a bowl of noodles, but the sentiment it brought to Jing Qiao was overwhelming.

Because this was a man prone to obsession and compulsive habits, getting him to change was a daunting task.

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

cook anything else?”

Bo Yuan 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 ttoday, another day

perhaps.”

“Mm,” Jing Qiao murmured in response, “Anything else?”

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

oven, set the timer, and you're done. Then there’s baking cakes. When | was learning, | ruined an oven,

countless cake molds, and ended up baking badly.”

Bo Yuan looked at her, his voice unchanged but his gaze tender. “When | was learning, | didn’t think much. | just

felt that even if you hated me, maybe, just maybe, one day I could at least celebrate your birthday.”

Bo Yuan paused for a moment and whispered, “After all, | missed you too much. | missed you so much that it hurt

my heart, and | felt like I'd go crazy if | didn’t do something. Those people might really end up getting hurt by

me. If | really did that, I think you'd be angry.”

Jing Qiao was at a loss for words.

Indeed, she had always told Bo Yuan not to punish himself for the mistakes of others.

She thought that Bo Yuan had forgotten, but he had remembered all along.

Jing Qiao remained silent, slurping her noodles.

Bo Yuan sat opposite her, quietly watching her for a moment before saying, “Baby, stop crying.”

“Yes.” Jing Qiao choked up, then reached up to forcefully wipe away the tears welling in her eyes.

Bo Yuan was actually not good at comforting people—his skills in sweet talking or tender affections were quite

poor.

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

reached out and took her hand.

On his ring finger, he still wore the platinum ring that now looked somewhat old.

Jing Qiao’s fingertips gently caressed the platinum ring on his ring finger.

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But that also made him somewhat unromantic.

After all, many things are just like that—speople are just naturally dull.

This might be a flaw, but from another angle, it’s actually quite adorable.

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“Okay.” Bo Yuan agreed readily, without any hesitation.

Jing Qiao continued, “If | do well at my sister-in-law’s ballet studio, helpopen a dance school later.”

“Okay.”

“After | finish the surgery, let's go traveling.”

“Okay.”

“Around the world.”

“As you wish.”

“What about your work? Do you have leave?”

“You're more important. Plus, I've been diligent for so many years; I've accumulated quite a bit of leave.”

Jing Qiao smiled, nodded, and said, “Then it's decided.”

She suddenly felt a bit sorry for the people in the secretariat.

Secretariat, danger.