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 tis.
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 ti. With the ti spent cooking, he could be doing so 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 als a day.
It was just that Jing Qiao liked to cook and bake. She felt that cooking at ho brought a livelihood and warmth to the house, making it feel more like a ho.
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 contentnt.
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 ho.
So, at this mont, she was sowhat 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 ti, darling.”
Jing Qiao of course knew they had been apart for a long ti, but she didn’t see how that related to her question.
Rarely, Bo Yuan took the initiative to continue speaking.
“All this ti, I had to do sothing 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, I 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. I am so bad at this, I can’t manage without you.”
It was just a bowl of noodles, but the sentint 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 mont, “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 ti today, 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 tir, and you’re done. Then there’s baking cakes. When I was learning, I ruined an oven, countless cake molds, and ended up baking badly.”
Bo Yuan looked at her, his voice unchanged but his gaze tender. “When I was learning, I didn’t think much. I just felt that even if you hated , maybe, just maybe, one day I could at least celebrate your birthday.”
Bo Yuan paused for a mont and whispered, “After all, I missed you too much. I missed you so much that it hurt my heart, and I felt like I’d go crazy if I didn’t do sothing. Those people might really end up getting hurt by . If I 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 rembered all along.
Jing Qiao remained silent, slurping her noodles.
Bo Yuan sat opposite her, quietly watching her for a mont 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 mont, he didn’t know how to comfort Jing Qiao and felt sowhat 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 sowhat old.
Jing Qiao’s fingertips gently caressed the platinum ring on his ring finger.
She knew he was sowhat awkward and a bit crazy, but he really didn’t have any cunning intentions. That’s why she never worried about him fooling around when they were together.
This man was the type who, even if another woman stripped naked in front of him, would just scrutinize her indifferently and then say, “If you keep this up, I’ll sue you for sexual harassnt.”
But that also made him sowhat unromantic.
After all, many things are just like that—so people are just naturally dull.
This might be a flaw, but from another angle, it’s actually quite adorable.
So Jing Qiao didn’t stress him to know how to comfort her. She could comfort herself. She gently pinched Bo Yuan’s ring finger and whispered, “When you have ti, co with to see the ballet tour. My favorite troupe is starting a new world tour soon.”
“Okay.” Bo Yuan agreed readily, without any hesitation.
Jing Qiao continued, “If I do well at my sister-in-law’s ballet studio, help open a dance school later.”
“Okay.”
“After I 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.
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