Chapter 358 (2/2)

Song Beibei went to the dining room and sat on a chair. She rested her Chin on her hand and saw Gu Yanqing busying himself in the kitchen.

Gu Yanqing’s back view was handsome, and his movements were neither too fast nor too slow. Through the transparent glass, it actually seemed like a kind of performance art.

Song Beibei Thought of a variety show that had recently become popular. It was called “celebrity kitchen. ” It always invited some popular celebrities, actors, and a-list students to be guests. The show was very popular.

Song Beibei occasionally went to see those popular celebrities. She also felt that the men who knew how to cook were really handsome.

But compared to Gu Yanqing, those people seemed to be on a whole different level.

Seemed to be a level lower.

Song Beibei took advantage of her head to look at the people inside and unconsciously smiled.

Thinking that such a perfect man was her husband, she felt a little proud.

After a while, the glass door of the kitchen was finally opened.

Gu Yanqing actually brought out two bowls of noodles.

When Song Beibei saw it, she was extremely surprised.

This house was moved here yesterday, and there was no nanny at home.

Song Beibei didn’t have time to go to the supermarket to buy groceries.

When she returned from the Xiao Family’s house today, she asked the kitchen to prepare a few freshly prepared yellow croakers.

Where exactly did Gu Yanqing come out with a bowl of noodles.

Song Beibei was extremely surprised. “Gu Yanqing, can you perform magic tricks? ”

Gu Yanqing said, “I saw a few bags of instant noodles in the cupboard. They must have been left behind by the workers when the housekeeping company was cleaning up. ”

Song Beibei was also hungry.

Gu Yanqing, even if he cooked instant noodles, it was still a hundred times better than her.

The two of them began to eat instant noodles in the dining room.

The noodles were steaming hot and very spicy. After eating, Song Beibei’s back was covered in sweat.

Song Beibei even finished the soup base.

In the end, she licked her lips. “Why didn’t I know that master Kang had become so delicious? ”

Gu Yanqing said, “fresh, right? ”

Song Beibei nodded vigorously. She had never eaten such delicious instant noodles before.

Gu Yanqing smiled faintly. “I made your yellow croaker meat into fish paste and put it in. ”

Song Beibei was shocked. “those fish are still edible. ”

Gu Yanqing said, “actually, the cooking is not bad. The fish meat is very fresh. This is all thanks to you. ”

Song Beibei was very happy.

It was clearly Gu Yanqing who was capable, but he always pushed the good things onto her.

Song Beibei stood up. “I’ll go wash the dishes. Hubby, you should go take a shower. ”

Song Beibei pushed Gu Yanqing out of the restaurant, then happily went back to clean up the dishes.

Gu Yanqing looked at her deer-like figure, and a smile appeared on his face.

It was as if all his fatigue had disappeared.

Although Song Beibei was already a mother, she was still a little girl in her early twenties.

Over the past few years, she had suffered a lot on her own.

When Gu Yanqing saw her again, he felt like she had changed into a different person.

Even if they were together again, she seemed to have a layer of armor on her.

Song Beibei, who used to be as lively and cheerful as a child, had disappeared.

It wasn’t that Gu Yanqing didn’t like her steadiness.

It was just that he occasionally missed the little girl who relied on him, worshipped her, loved to cause trouble, and was easily satisfied.

Now, the little girl who lived in her body seemed to have come out again.

To be honest, Gu Yanqing felt that raising that little girl gave him a sense of accomplishment.

Song Beibei finished her work in the kitchen.

Then she went to the room where Gu Yanqing was taking a shower.

Song Beibei went to see Xiao Xintong.

Xin Tong was sleeping soundly. Song Beibei looked at her for a while and was about to turn around and leave.

Gu Yanqing appeared at the door.

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