Chapter 2050: Go Do It Yourself

Bo Yanching didn’t dodge, his body didn’t even turn, allowing her to pinch him, knowing that after two pinches, her little hands would retract on their own.

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t manage to demand more noodles for herself; her little temper had long dissolved under the continuous temptation of the fragrance.

The first bite was hot, she picked a few strands of noodles, and just as she was about to purse her lips to blow on them, Bo Yanching leaned in to help her blow. Nan Jiaojiao didn’t back away, and their heads were so close, their mouths almost touched!

“Alright, eat up.”

Nan Jiaojiao smiled at him and lowered her head to slurp a mouthful.

She picked a small amount, but the lower part was still submerged in the soup. She bit it off, and the broken strands, along with new ones, were picked up again. While chewing and not yet swallowing, she blew on the noodles and fed them to Bo Yanching.

He didn’t mind at all, opening his mouth to bite and then slurping down the noodles.

The interaction was as natural as could be, as if they’d done it many times, accustomed to each other’s every move.

Song Yuan watched with envy, digging her nails into her palms but still unable to calm herself. The fire in her heart grew stronger, her eyes turning red, almost bringing her to tears.

Taking a deep breath secretly, she tried to make her voice sound nonchalant before speaking, “Jiaojiao, it looks so delicious. I’m tempted to try it myself.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up; she wasn’t protective of her food, but with someone like Song Yuan, she wouldn’t invite her to taste from her bowl.

The words were initially directed at her, but just as she was about to respond, she noticed Song Yuan’s eyes fixated on Bo Yanching, almost burning a hole through him. She understood and smiled, then chose to ignore it.

“Third Brother, I didn’t know you could cook. Jiaojiao is so lucky. Whenever she wants a midnight snack, you oblige. I wonder when we friends will have such fortune.”

Bo Yanching glanced at her, “You want to eat?”

Song Yuan’s face lit up with excitement, unconsciously moving her wheelchair closer, “Can I?”

“You can,” Bo Yanching gestured toward the kitchen, “The noodles are in the storage container, the water is boiling, go cook for yourself.”

Song Yuan…

Doesn’t he realize he’s being partial?

And as a guest has asked, even if just to go through the motions, shouldn’t he cook it himself?

Song Yuan gritted her teeth, forcing a reluctant smile, “Third Brother, you’re joking, aren’t you? My legs are injured; I can’t even reach the countertop.”

“Should I call someone to help you cook?” Bo Yanching asked.

Song Yuan couldn’t stand it any longer, making her request more direct, “Third Brother, could you cook for me?”

“No.” Bo Yanching denied flatly, showing no courtesy.

Song Yuan was taken aback, “Why not?”

“I’m not good at cooking noodles.”

“Ahem…” Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t hold it in, letting out a laugh and quickly covering it up with a cough.

Song Yuan’s lips twitched, “But Jiaojiao seems to enjoy it.”

“She’s different, she’ll eat anything; she’s not picky.”

Under the table, Nan Jiaojiao kicked him. Bo Yanching was slow to react, missing her foot but instead pressing down on her knee, maintaining a steady demeanor above while the interaction below was lively, without extra emotion, “My cooking skills are such that only she’s not picky, but it’s nothing to show off, maybe it won’t suit your taste. If you really want to eat, I can call someone for you.”

He had laid it out plainly, so if Song Yuan persisted, it would be shameless. She laughed it off instead.

Nan Jiaojiao uncovered several pieces of beef brisket at the bottom of the bowl. She ate two pieces and lifted up the others, and Bo Yanching leaned over to bite them away. She even gave him the last mouthful of noodles.