The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

"I know you want to eat spicy food. I'm holding back for a few days. When my hands are ready, I will personally order the kitchen to cook a full spicy feast for you."

"Oh, tell me personally, why don't you say you did it yourself!"

Beichen Yuqing lifted her head slightly away from her shoulder socket, her eyes fell on the thick eyelashes, "Do you want me to cook for you?"

Feeling his gaze, Xiao Chuchu buried her head in the quilt a little more, "I don't have that idea."

"I think you have."

"no!"

"Then cook a meal for me yourself."

"Won't do it."

Beichen Yuqing pinched her little face, "You can't do it yet you say it so confidently."

She pushed his fingers away, "It's not wrong to know how to cook."

She said that she didn't seem to know how to cook, as if something was wrong.

Looking at her attitude, he probably felt that what he said was very reasonable, he smiled lowly, "It's not a wrong thing, but it's not a right thing either."

Xiao Chuchu raised her eyebrows, it was the first time she heard that she could not cook and it was wrong.

Knowing that she had doubts about this, Beichen Yuqing consciously explained it.

"If there is no one around you to take care of you in the future, what should you do when you are alone?"

Xiao Chuchu smiled disdainfully, and was about to blurt out, "There are restaurants and takeaways. Now that the takeaway industry is so popular, you can eat a lot of delicious food. If not, there are also fast food. In short, you can't go hungry."

Before she could say anything, he was the first to interrupt, and he seemed to know what she was going to answer.

"Whether you go directly to the store or order takeaway, in short, eating out for a long time has a great impact on the health of the stomach and intestines. Cooking by yourself can ensure safety and hygiene."

Hearing what he said, Xiao Chuchu had nothing to say, why didn't she know this.

Then he continued, "And when you take care of your child in the future, won't you not give him|her a taste of a mother? Don't give him|her a communication between you?"

Xiao Chuchu pursed her lips, and without thinking, everything he said seemed quite reasonable.

It's not that she doesn't know how to cook, and she has learned it, but she seems to be short of something in cooking. When she comes to the kitchen, she is in a hurry, the vegetables are cut in different sizes, and the seasoning is not good, let alone the heat, she can't control it. The dishes are either undercooked or overcooked into a puddle of black charcoal, never just right.

After cooking a meal or two, it turned out to be a disaster, and I lost interest in it.

After that, I never cook again, and I only cook instant noodles, dumplings and other simple cooking in the kitchen.

Seeing that she was deep in thought, Beichen Yuqing knew that she had listened to what he said just now.

After talking for a long time, his purpose was to let her cook for him.

He uses 'children' to talk about things, but he is actually a 'man', cooking for the one he loves, adding sparks of affection between the two.

And if he eats the meal she cooked specially for him, he will feel a sense of happiness just thinking about it.

Thinking about it, Beichen Yuqing gently held her injured hand, her voice was low and full of magnetism, "When your hand is healed, let me try your handicraft and see how good it is."

Xiao Chuchu frowned, he thought she would refuse, but he didn't expect her to say: "I'm afraid you won't be able to swallow it."

Hearing what she said, did she agree to cook for her?

He started to look forward to it.

There was tenderness in his eyes, "It's okay, as long as it's made by you, I'll definitely eat it."

"What if you can't eat?"

"will not."

Xiao Chuchu squinted at him, "Don't say something too early, wait until I finish it."

Beichen Yuqing pinched her nose, "As long as you don't play tricks, I can swallow no matter how unpalatable it is."

She snorted coldly and stopped talking.

After a while, as if she had realized something, she glared at him slightly annoyed, "I didn't promise to cook for you."