Chapter 1755: Serving

“I’ll go, I know where everything is.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t have hot water in her room, so she went to the guest room opposite, which was her little courtyard. Often when friends visited, they would stay in the guest room.

She returned with a basin of hot water, Bo Yanching came out looking for her, took the basin and returned to the room.

He moved one of Qianqian’s feet out from under the blanket, took off her socks, and gently cleaned her foot with hot water, making sure even her toes were perfectly clean, then he switched to the other foot.

Nan Jiaojiao watched from the side, when he finished, she bent down to take the water basin.

Bo Yanching supported her slightly, he lifted the basin with one hand, and with his other hand, he lightly brushed her hand, then curled his fingers in her palm, signaling her to follow him outside.

He went across the room to put things in place, then came back to find her.

“Where’s the kitchen?”

“Didn’t get enough to eat?”

Bo Yanching said, “Taking care of you two is exhausting, just when I was about to eat, with your master and Miss Lu like that, I didn’t dare to stay.”

Nan Jiaojiao giggled, “Come with me, I peeked in the kitchen before dinner, there’s some handmade noodles. I asked Aunt Mou to save some noodles and sauce, I’ll cook for you.”

Bo Yanching hooked her pinky finger, twirled it, and took her hand, looking at her humorously, “You cook?”

Nan Jiaojiao huffed, “I can at least boil water and cook noodles!”

“I’ll cook, I’ll take care of you.”

“Mr. Bo, watch your language.”

Bo Yanching raised his brows, “Which part was wrong? Was ‘take care of’ inappropriate?”

She bit her lip, feeling there was nothing wrong, but his tone was playful and clearly teasing.

“I, I won’t argue with you.”

Bo Yanching chuckled softly, knowing when to stop.

By this time, the kitchen was empty, Nan Jiaojiao led him in, eager to boil water; she stayed beside, and as soon as bubbles appeared, she tossed in the handmade noodles.

Bo Yanching didn’t stop her but quickly prepared two bowls of sauce.

Nan Jiaojiao saw it, she gave him some from her bowl, and only scooped a chopstick’s worth of noodles for herself, giving him the rest.

She was already full, just accompanying him for a few bites, setting the scene.

Outside the kitchen, there was a persimmon tree, bare with only branches left. Below was a wooden table and small round stools, looking up, you could see a small pond.

Jiang Yu loved old-style houses; Mist Garden was originally an old residence, retaining parts during renovations. Every corner was designed by Jiang Yu personally; many areas were modeled after the Nan Residence in Green City, not because she was particularly sentimental, but she divorced Elder Nan after having a child. She designed the house herself, so why should Elder Nan enjoy it alone? That’s why she justifiably built a Xiao Nan Residence.

“No wonder, many places feel familiar, Grandpa still retains Elder Jiang’s designs. Why did they divorce?”

Nan Jiaojiao bit her chopsticks, “My master regretted it after having the child, she found marriage meaningless, men only slowed her down from making money, plus she had to split the bed with them. She took care of the child for a few days and didn’t want to live trapped in that courtyard life, wanting to escape before her postpartum period ended. I heard from the older people at the Nan Residence, when my master placed the divorce agreement in front of Grandpa, his face nearly split.”

“He wanted to persuade her to stay, but couldn’t say the comforting words he had prepared. My master asked him, having left with nothing and given him a child, what was there to be unsatisfied about? He should quickly find someone else while still young, she couldn’t just settle for one; she couldn’t give up on a whole bunch of young men just for one guy, she’d live with regret her whole life.”