Qian Bao didn't wait for her to say anything and had already walked in with ease, accurately locating the kitchen and starting to take everything out.
Zhao Jingmiao was shocked to find that there was even an old hen inside.
This is really... being treated like a postpartum woman.
"What do you want to eat for lunch?" Qian Bao asked Zhao Jingmiao calmly.
Eat what?
"No need, someone will be bringing me food later, so there's no need to trouble Mr. Qian," Zhao Jingmiao said with a faint smile, turning her head to the side, avoiding eye contact with him, "That matter has nothing to do with you, you don't need to feel guilty."
Although, it was because of being implicated by him.
Qian Bao glanced at Zhao Jingmiao without speaking and continued to handle the old hen in his hands, "Then I'll make chicken soup for you."
Zhao Jingmiao, "..."
Didn't he ask for her opinion?
And what's with the chicken soup, she's not pregnant!
