Chapter 1174: Warmth

He was about to take the soup over when he noticed there was not much in the box, he could fit half a finger in.

Probably the Pei Family was also worried she wasn’t reliable, fearing she’d spill everywhere when heating it up, so they didn’t put in too much, but the ingredients in the soup were filled to the brim.

After that, Bo Yanching didn’t leave the kitchen, he stood beside and taught Nan Jiaojiao how to cook.

Occasionally, when she ran out of the kitchen, Bo Yanching would gently stir a couple of times to prevent the pot from burning.

Once it was about ready, he turned off the heat.

He had just started to serve it when Nan Jiaojiao suddenly dashed in, snatched the spatula, and glared at him.

“Didn’t I tell you not to touch it?

Why are you messing around!”

Bo Yanching ???

Who’s messing around?

Nan Jiaojiao pushed him out and had him sit by the dining table to wait.

“Just wait to eat, I’ll do it.

Heating up dishes is so simple, I’ve got it.”

Bo Yanching, not reassured, instructed, “Walk slowly when carrying the dishes, don’t burn yourself.”

“Got it, got it!”

Almost didn’t scold him for being naggy.

Nan Jiaojiao was amenable to advice, she walked slowly, it was just a few steps away, moved the dishes over, and cheerfully went to the cabinet to get two small bowls.

Then she looked around, feeling something was missing.

“What’s wrong?”

She glanced around, finally spotted the empty bowls, “Where’s the rice?”

“Look for it, maybe there’s more in the pockets.”

“That’s all I took out,” Nan Jiaojiao paused, “I remember now, I thought it wouldn’t fit, so I took out the topmost lunch box, and that box had the rice!”

Bo Yanching wasn’t surprised at all, but he didn’t dare to add drama, afraid she’d feel embarrassed.

“How about I cook some, where’s the rice?”

Bo Yanching grabbed her hand, “Let’s just eat like this, there’s plenty of dishes, you can be full without rice.”

“Just eating dishes feels dry, I’ll be quick.”

Bo Yanching clasped her hand, “Be good, it’s already ten o’clock.”

Nan Jiaojiao bent down, grabbed his hand to check his wristwatch, and it really was, she scratched her head, sat down beside him, “Then let’s eat, you eat a bit more.”

Bo Yanching responded with a sound, “Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao kept putting food in his bowl, it was about to overflow, he ate the big pieces first, and when there was space, Nan Jiaojiao filled it again.

Recently, she was particularly immersed in the sense of achievement in caring for him.

After all, she didn’t help much, Bo Yanching mostly teased her, but she didn’t realize it.

He wanted to cooperate by eating more, but there was just too much.

When he was about to be full, and she added more, he blocked it with his chopsticks.

“That’s enough, I’m full.”

“Oh, are you full?” Nan Jiaojiao put the piece of beef brisket back in her bowl, glanced at the little bit left in his bowl, “Then finish what’s in your bowl.”

Bo Yanching complied, once the dish was finished, he waited for her, and when she was also full, he intended to clear the dishes, but Nan Jiaojiao was faster, grabbing them and heading to the kitchen to wash.

Bo Yanching leaned back, rested on the seat, his gaze following Nan Jiaojiao.

His dark eyes curved gently, corners of his lips lifting slightly, suddenly realizing this was what home should feel like.

Not needing so many people, just he and Nan Jiaojiao, simply, sleeping and waking together, three meals a day.

He watched for a while, sorting out the leftover plates, putting the few remaining pieces of food into a bag.

She didn’t like waste, the leftovers were taken downstairs to feed the stray cats and dogs.

When Nan Jiaojiao came out, she just caught sight of it.

She took the plates to wash, she washed the first time, Bo Yanching cleaned the second time, then used a dry cloth to wipe it clean.

“Your godmother, is she Mr.

Pei’s mother?”