Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

After preparing the potatoes, Bo Qingyou placed them in the pool, added a little water, and soaked them.

Seeing her action, Xiao He knew that she must often go into the kitchen.

"Do you still need my help?"

Bo Qingyou asked again.

"unnecessary!"

Xiao He shook her head. It really wasn't necessary. One dish and one soup were enough for the two of them; anything more would be a waste.

"Okay, I'll go out then."

Bo Qingyou nodded, washed her hands, and went out.

She sat on the sofa, reading a book.

This book seems to have been left here by Xiao Zhuyu before; it's a chess manual.

Bo Qingyou was already quite skilled at playing chess, and he was thoroughly enjoying looking at this chess score.

Do you also like playing chess?

Xiao He, unaware of what had happened, had already walked up behind her and asked quietly.

"Yes, I quite like it."

Bo Qingyou nodded slightly. Indeed, the original owner had been exposed to chess by her grandfather and mother since childhood.

Because Bai Sufei is mute, she doesn't usually have any special activities, except for playing chess.

At that time, the original owner was still very happy.

But as I grew up, things slowly changed.

The pain of growing up also follows.

Faced with this, they could only compromise, and most of the time, they remained silent.

"Come on, let's eat first, and then we'll play chess together!"

Xiao He placed his hand on her shoulder.

Bo Qingyou looked at the hands he had placed on her shoulders and was slightly puzzled.

Then he smiled and nodded.

She stood up and walked towards the restaurant.

When I got to the table, I saw steaming hot food laid out on it.

It's very simple: a mushroom and pork rib soup with golden corn.

Another dish is stir-fried potatoes with sliced ​​meat.

Both of these are very simple home-style dishes.

How do you know how to cook?

Bo Qingyou took a bite of the dish. Although it wasn't a lot, it tasted good, and the quality was acceptable.

"I learned a lot of things after my mother passed away, when my father hated noisy places even more. He wouldn't allow too many people in the house, so I learned a lot of things during that time."

Xiao He spoke very casually, but Bo Qingyou knew that the situation at the time was definitely not so nonchalant.

Xiao Zhuyu's relationship with his ex-wife must have been very deep, otherwise he wouldn't have gone more than ten years without a woman by his side, and even finding it noisy to have another person in the house.

It seems that my mother's eventual connection wasn't entirely unexpected.

"Is my cooking delicious?"

Xiao He asked.

"It's delicious."

Bo Qingyou nodded and then started eating again.

Neither of them continued their conversation. They finished off the dish and the soup completely.

Xiao He got up, preparing to pack up the dinner dishes, but Bo Qingyou refused.

"Don't you know there's an unwritten rule in the kitchen?"

Bo Qingyou smiled mischievously, blinking her eyes as she looked at him.

"Huh? What kind of rule is that!"

Xiao He genuinely didn't know, and he raised an eyebrow to ask.

"Everything has rules. You don't wash the dishes after you cook. If you cook, then I'm the one who washes the dishes."

After Bo Qingyou finished speaking, she took the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, much to Xiao He's surprise.